The Outsiders Preferences Novels & Stories

“do you think I won't do it?” “do what?” “pay you back.” “I don’t care.” “Why don’t you like me?” “you puke all over, get drunk with strangers, and make a mess whenever you go. Should I continue? The list is long.” “you are hard to like too you know?” “I don’t care.” “even if you smell nice, even if you are the most attractive person I have ever seen, you are the coldest, most heartless person I have equally ever seen. Your dark soul cancels out the physical appearance.” I shiver.

Shanice's shoulders drooped in defeat. "Alright, if my cute boyfriend insists..... If I didn't know better then I would think you like her more than you like me," she looked him in the eyes and stated. Asher tensed up, not expecting the reply. "But I know you like me more," she added and lay her face against his chest, assured. Shanice wasn't insecure of Serena, not even a little bit. She was Shanice Cooper. The girl had boys kissing the ground she walks on. There is no way a boy with eyes would prefer any other girl over her, much less Serena. She was her best friend and she liked her a lot but the truth can't be changed. Shanice was way way prettier than Serena. Even her boyfriends had a c

he says, faintly disappointed. “But,” I continue, steamrolling ahead, “I picked up a few things. You’re great at sports. Very active. A total adrenaline junkie … a risk taker — even when you race. You’re a San Francisco Boy. Your favorite color is black. You wear Dior Homme Sport. Because you are sponsored. Hate Brussels sprouts, love DQ takeout. You are martial arts obsessed, and wear size eleven shoes. You’re an outdoorsy, camping type. Choose dogs over cats. Have a near-perfect GPA. Only date brunettes. Don’t do relationships. Are terrible at bowling and even worse at croquet. You wear only CK underwear and sleep in the nude.” I exhale.

Outsiders only saw her smiling as she waved her butt and crawled to the ground to pick up the bills while still laughing happily, and immediately thought that her smiling face was her ugly appearance, Did outsiders know to ask her "Ashley, why did you do that"? Ashley, did she not feel pain? At this moment, Meadow extremely hated herself, then resented Milan… Ashley had torn her hope apart, Meadow did not dare to think, under that calm face, at this moment, what kind of pain was hidden, how much effort was needed, to endure the pain shown through that calm appearance.

“Are you gonna tell me why he isn’t your type? You’re both into farm implements; both find livestock magazines riveting. Are you saying you’ve never been tempted?” “Shit no. He’s like my cousin. I’m not into muscle and brawn. There are too many swaggering cowboys around these parts. I want me a city man. Tall, dark and dangerous.” Grinning, Lizzy folded her arms. “Careful, those city boys will take advantage of an innocent country girl like yourself.” “Cupcake, there ain’t anything innocent about me.” Charlie winked, and Lizzy laughed, knowing she’d found a friend.

“I know that it wasn’t your choice to have a mate, and you pretty much avoided me until recently. I mean, you barely know me…” He places his thumb against my bottom lip and lifts my chin up until I’m facing him. “You have an odd obsession with chocolate-covered bacon but hate twinkies. Your favorite color is blue, and you love all animals, especially dogs. You have a green thumb and have filled your apartment with plants and a small herbal garden. Though you’re friendly, you’re wary of people, which I attribute to that wanker father of yours leaving. You love adventure and are not scared of heights, snakes or insects. Your favorite book is Anne of Green Gables, and you love watching musicals

Basso chimed in with a flurry of flattery. Not one of them corrected her. I stood off to the side like a maid, holding her heavy designer schoolbag for her. Another time, I used money I'd saved up for ages to buy a limited-edition vinyl record. When the package arrived, Francesca was right in the middle of filming a video with gifts from her fans scattered all over the floor. She stared at the box with my name on it for three seconds, then turned around and tossed it straight out the window. I rushed downstairs, only to find the crushed remains of the record on the road.

“Perhaps...” His face softens. “You shouldn’t be.” I shrug. “It’s not that big of a deal. Most people are secretly insecure about something about themselves.” “True,” he smiles. “You know, while I’m certainly not a couch potato myself, I’m not that interested in skinny girls. Do you know why?” I arch my eyebrows. Shocked. Why is he suddenly mentioning his preference when it comes to women? Though, never mind that. I’m more interested in his opinion. I’ve never heard Dallas speak about what type of women he prefers. I always assumed he liked tall, pretty blondes like Christina, so color me surprised by his skinny girl comment.

“Help me out here, Miss. I’m trying to be nice. Stop treating me like shit, remember that line?” He still won’t call me by my name. “Just leave me alone.” “Your call.” None of us speak to each other for the rest of the class, I take solace in the fact Abigail is also ignoring Ben. Stupid of her to think she stood a chance with anyone Olivia shows interest in. I don’t know what it is about that girl that makes every guy want to please her. She might have a sexy, fuck-worthy body but her soul is as black as the nail polish she’s sporting. Black must be Ben’s favourite colour too since he likes the bitch.

She peered into my eyes like my answer was going to determine her fate. “The other boys just seem like motherfucking assholes. I’d definitely vote Antonio. He’s the only good guy. Plus, he’s hot.” “But the others are the average high school bad boys everyone prefers.” “I'm experienced and believe me when I say these Badboys will only break your heart. They are nothing but scums. Antonio just sounds perfect. He might help you even more to be nicer,” I teased.