That's Not How It's Done Novels & Stories

"How can I be?! You ask me that question?! We had s*x last night and you say good morning?!! What is good about the morning, huh?! This is the worst morning I've ever had!" "What are you saying? Yes, we did have s*x last night. What is the problem with that?" "The problem there is, we shouldn't have done this in the first place! We just met for crying out loud!! I can't...I can't believe that I just had a one night stand! Oh, my God!!"

"What's wrong? Haven't I always filled them out this way? Everything worked fine before—why is it suddenly wrong now?" Naomi rolled her eyes, poking at the papers. "I gave you leeway before, but not anymore!" I forced my frustration down and said, "Please show me exactly how it should be done. I'll fix it according to the rules." She went over it like a strict inspector. "This pen won't do! The finance department requires a black 0.5 gel pen, neat block letters, and no cursive. Don't let the glue cross the dividing line, or it'll ruin everything else. Mind the folds, and the paper must be flawless!"

“Can we just not do this? I don’t want to get your feelings hurt, in any way. I appreciate the fact that we are fated and you want to have me. But I don’t think this is the right way to go around it. You can’t just give your virginity to just any man, it….”

“Let me see the agreement, Jake.” “I will let you see it tonight, after dinner.” “Fine.” She scrunched her lips, annoyed. “I have to add, this agreement was not written by me, but by our fathers. I am in no way prejudicing you. But if you want to save your grandfather’s legacy, this is what you need to consider.” “Jake Yu!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. He put his fingers to her mouth, silencing her immediately. “No matter how loud you shout, nobody is going to pay any attention.” He grinned wildly. Unbuckling his seat belt, he leaned towards her, while her seat belt still restricted her movements. The second their eyes locked, she found herself lost within his galaxy again.

"That's not the actions of a coward. Get over yourself." It sounds so easy. But how?

I said honestly. He nodded. "Then we figure it out." Not a promise. Not pressure. Just a simple, offered thing. I picked up my coffee. "Don't make it weird, Sterling." "Too late," he said. "It's already weird." He wasn't wrong.

I replied. "I got another doubt! Why do you need to do all these? You could have just shouted at him back and showed him his mistake." She asked frowning. "Ok I will shout at him because he shouted at me. Then he will again shout at me because I shouted at him. This just goes on and ends with both of us becoming rivals or something. And this is my first day which I want to be filled with fun. What I just did is also fun. So he got little medicine for his rudeness and my mood too didn't got disturbed which actually became even good after this." I replied and released a breath.

"That's not how it goes! You want me to end up like Courtney?!" What's up with this generation?! Shouldn't things be direct? If you like someone so bad, shouldn't you just tell them? But nooo! It's always better if you play the 'Long Game'! Keep it quiet, and keep it confined. Instead of going straight, keep chasing your tail. Because, why bother if you can make your crush likes you through shady tricks! That's youth nowadays.. "Heeh.." I sigh in exasperation. "It's not like I'm expert in love-stuff, anyway.."

I nеvеr thоught thеrе wаѕ аn еxсерtіоn. “Thеrе wаѕ thаt аѕ wеll, Iz, guуѕ have a dіffеrеnt way of еxрrеѕѕіng thеmѕеlvеѕ. Truѕt me whеn I say wе dоn’t аlwауѕ gеt it right, ѕоmеtіmеѕ thе thіng wе еnvіѕіоn іn our hеаd dоеѕn’t асtuаllу mаtсh the оutсоmе.”

Something dangerous flashes in his expression and goes almost immediately. “So what,” he says quietly. “You’re just going to start dating whoever asks?” “I might.” “Even if it’s messy.” “Especially, if it’s simple,” I correct. “Sam is simple.” Devon lets out a humorless laugh. “You don’t want simple.” “You don’t get to tell me what I want.” He steps back, rakes a hand through his hair, pacing once like he needs movement to bleed off whatever’s building under his skin.