Stupid Questions Novels & Stories

How dare he calls me stupid! He thrust his angry face into mine. “Then what if I shifted without knowing? What if someone saw me? So many ‘what ifs’, and you didn’t even think of one! How stupid can you get? You’re not Dirty Rosey—you’re Stupid Rosey!” Frustration shot up my chest. “I’M NOT STUPID! AND I’M NOT YOUR TOY!” His eyes widened with realisation. “So that's what this is all about.”

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

I asked curiously. "It is stated in the contract." he says. "Ah, is that so? Why I didn't know?" I asked again. *Chuckles* "Because you're stupid." he said with a dog smile. "What?! How did I become such a fool?! Why!?" I asked . "Because you didn't read it." he said. After all, he has a point. I'm stupid but I won't admit it! -__- "Hey! I'm not stupid! If I didn't read it, does that mean I'm stupid right away?!"

he added. “Is that why you brought her here for him?” I said. “You know about that? Who told you that?” He asked me. Marcus was really stopped for asking me such a weird and stupid question like that—does he take me to be a fool or something? “You ask lots of stupid questions, Marcus, and I won't blame you because you are stupid yourself,” I retorted back at him. “You lack common sense,” I added.

“Cute stationery won’t save you from failing, jaan.” Timtim’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing at him. “Excuse me?” she said, her voice dripping with mock indignation, though the hint of a smile betrayed her. He finally lifted his gaze, leaning back slightly, his arms crossed over his chest. “I said… even with all your little pencils, highlighters, and sticky notes, you’re struggling. That’s amusing.” Timtim let out a dramatic groan, throwing her hands in the air. “It’s not my fault!” she exclaimed. “I stay 24/7 at home, my mind isn’t working now. Otherwise, I would have topped this semester easily.”

Matthew rolled his eyes. "Don't blame me for you being a fool." I glanced at Matthews. "It's because you were already an idiot, but now you show it." "Idiot is not a disease." Matthew objected. “Stupid is not a disease, but a person who suddenly becomes stupid may already have some disease.” I followed Matthew. "You'd better get checked out, otherwise the disease will become so severe that it won't be curable." I looked proudly at Matthew. Matthew helplessly patted my head. "I'm so out of touch with you."

"I don’t know. It’s like we jumped straight into all the serious, intimate relationship stuff and completely skipped out on all the silly, getting-to-know-you things new couples usually talk about. I mean, it’s not like that’s bad, but…” I trailed off. What was I even saying? I was upset about what exactly? That our relationship was too serious? That it wasn’t frivolous enough? The more I said it out loud the more I realized how ridiculous I was being. I sighed again and crossed my arms. “Sorry,” I said quietly. “I’m being stupid. I don’t know why I asked such a dumb question. It doesn’t matter. Forget I asked it.” "Green," he said suddenly. "What?"

I couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance at his stupid question. Realizing his misstep, Diyo's expression softened, his features morphing into a mixture of understanding and regret. He took a step back, his eyes cast downward for a moment, before meeting mine once again. "Okay, I accept that my question may have seemed foolish," he admitted, his voice tinged with a touch of humility. "I'm sorry if I came across as insensitive or unaware of what you're going through."

He played his famous mind games again, twisting the truths and messing with his already weak brain. "Daddy, listen," Lilly's words and her hand palming my cheek were enough to pull me out of my messy thoughts. My gaze drifted down to her and I nodded my head, showing her I am all in and urging her to carry on with her rambling session, "Stupid," She said, and my eyebrows pulled closer; I really missed half of her earlier conversation, "Who is stupid?" I asked and she pointed at Cara, "The man who took mommy, he is stupid," She added and I nodded, sighing loudly, "Yeah, he is a dick."

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.