The Outsiders Preferences Novels & Stories

Then, the swiping begins. “He likes your favorite book,” Heather says. I shake my head. “He’s got those veiny muscles. They make me think about drawing blood too much. Next.” Next. Next. The guys with blond hair and blue eyes still look too much like Ryan. The guys that pose shirtless scream “misogynist.” The guys that pose with half-unbuttoned shirts and books scream “misogynist in disguise.” We even find one guy who would normally be exactly my type, a homebody who’s not too muscular or too pretty. I stare at him for a few seconds, willing something to come to life and make me want to go out with him. Nothing.

He assumed that Heather’s experiences while living abroad would affect her preferences. However, his descriptions were not detailed enough, and the aspects he had placed emphasis on were peculiar. It only served to confuse the shop owner. “What about her personality? What kind of person is she?” The shop owner was more keen to know about Heather’s character, not her experience. “She dislikes gaudy stuff and prefers objects with a light color tone. She’s also someone with high standards.” Having concluded with much difficulty, he was certain those would help in picking out a gift.

Erick couldn’t stop looking at her, and she calmly and very naturally said. “That ice cream flavor is delicious, but not many people enjoy it!” Erick looked at his own dessert and, smiling, nodded, calmly trying to keep her composure, she said. “Yes! It’s true not many people prefer it! “ The girl naturally looked at his face and said. “What other unpopular things do you prefer?” He couldn’t believe what was happening, and looking around, he said. “I do not know! I have many unpopular opinions! “ The girl smiled and staring at him. She said.

So she had to go along with them. Melissa is a smart young lady who doesn't like dressing in female clothing she prefers wearing pants and having a cow boy look. She feels those gowns are too big and are uncomfortable to put on. To make matters worse, her mother wants her to look feminine at all times, it's like she has no say in anything and now even a rich aristocrat took a liking to her and wants to marry her, and she isn't at all interested in getting acquainted with him.

She calls them that because they remind her of the asshole preppy kids in The Outsider. It is one of her favorite books and the movie adaption was one of her favorite movies as well. She often quoted the book, like when she told her friends to 'stay gold'. She had always kind of felt like Dally or Johnny from the book, feeling unloved and cast aside. Never more so since she came to this school. She really was an outsider here. She was just a poor greaser trying to fit in with the school full of socs. But the most popular soc was Asher Steele.

She raised an eyebrow questioning and I shrugged. "I just don't think. I am certain that I am light years away from his choice of girls. I am not even capable of winning Tom's heart." She gasped. Yes, Tom, the most idiotic boy in school who is hated by every single girl in this school, was such a big pervert, ugly and annoying, No girl wanted to have something to do with him.

She replied wordlessly, "If you could cook, you would have made me a meal a long time ago." The second choice was made by the girl who had broken up with her boyfriend. They came to reconcile, and she immediately recognized that the sandwich had been made by her ex-boyfriend, so she chose it. The third was Sophia. After some contemplation, she chose the ordinary steak. Just after making her choice, she noticed Charles's expression turning grim. Sophia's heart skipped a beat. Finally, it was Kathy's turn. Kathy chose the plate of spaghetti, made by Karl. Nobody chose the vegetable salad made by Liam. His expression soured slightly. Sophia looked at Liam with bitterness in her eyes.

Olive’s POV "Get down on your knees and lick the mud. Do it now," Initially, I held the belief that he was a kind person. However, my perception drastically changed when he commanded me to prostrate myself and lick the filth from the ground. This experience served as a poignant reminder that appearances can be deceiving and that making assumptions based solely on outward appearances is unwise. Despite his outwardly amiable demeanour, his words were laced with cruelty and malice, and his stunning eyes concealed a sinister nature.

“Huh. You and Deidre. Like in a room together? Talking?” I get his point. We couldn’t be more different. I’m messy, disorganized, loud, unkempt, and in many ways, unrefined. I’m not upset about it. It’s just who I am. And Deidre is… immaculate. Always put together. Polished. Kind. Intelligent beyond her looks. I prefer black. She prefers white. I prefer alcohol. She prefers tea. The optics aren’t lost on me. “Yup.” “And she hasn’t thrown you out yet?”

“I don’t mind.” “Same.” Her friend, a petite brunette who had been quiet up till now but who’d eyed me like I was a juicy steak since I walked through the door. Talk about annoying pair. Even if I wanted to have a threesome it definitely would not be with these two. Most guys would’ve jumped at the opportunity, but I was already bored with the conversation. Nothing turned me off more than desperation, which reeked stronger than their perfume, Lemon which also pissed me off, I hate lemons.