Tomboyish Quotes Novels & Stories

It's nothing but self defense " "What? Are you her lawyer? "Why ask? "Women! Bunch of losers. That's what you arem Try to seduce some rich dude. Sexual assault for a guy? How can I actually sexually assault a tomboy? Is it possible? "Look at this pervert. Monalisa, step aside and let me finish him off" "Chill Tricia. I've got this"

"But how about Casper? Isn't he ruining his name if that dork messed up?" "Well that's no longer our issue. My only interest is to give that tomboy a lesson not to seduce the great Casper!" They vanish after, but I bet they're still chatting at the hallway. I stare at my reflection on the mirror. I hissed remembering their issue. Tomboy? Seducing Casper? Are they nuts? When did a tomboy learned to seduce a guy? Stupid villains. I washed my hands but paused for a while. The voice of the girly one entered my ear. She said that if I messed up I'll also drag Casper's name.

the surrounding students gasped and Stacy looked at them angrily before me. “Listen to me, I don’t care how good you can run your tongue but in this school, I am the queen bee and a trash like you can’t talk to me however she wants. Maybe, you will be the one drinking that toilet water. Ask around, I have made a girl do it before.”

"I'm sorry, I'm just venting. I know life's hard for everyone... I'm being such a whiny little bitch." "You're not. It's perfectly normal for anyone to complain about being caught in a 'Catch-22 situation,'" she consoled me. "I'll let you in on a secret... No one our age has everything figured out." Like a smart ass, I brought up Pink Ranger and her girlfriend. "Fine, no one in their twenties has everything figured out except for those two lesbian cyborgs," she amended. "I sure as hell don't." "But you have Scope and you guys are killing it."

“If you’re going to try bullying a girl, make sure your IQ isn’t dragging behind her boot like toilet paper. You brought ego, not skill – next time, try intelligence. Read a book or two, shall you?” I kept pulling the same strings, watching Tom unravel while the laughter around us swelled like a victory anthem. And with that, I gave Tom a little smile – equal parts triumph and warning – and turned on my heel, striding away before he could stumble out a reply. The hallway parted for me like I was royalty walking through a battlefield I had already won.

She’d have to be careful not to make it too obvious, although most people would probably take it as unbridled animosity. “It’s just a turn of phrase,” I said. “Like saying someone throws like a girl. Doesn’t mean girls can’t throw. Just that most of them look like a spaz when they do it.” “Twaddle!” said Flossie. Somehow everyone was getting the hump with me over nothing. Phil might have been a pro at getting people’s backs up, but I was a born natural. “Hey, let’s all bear in mind I had a difficult childhood and often say stupid things. Think of it as a mental illness, like Tourette’s, but in fully formed sentences.” This didn’t seem to appease them.

And she heeded the voice from within. “Who would ever have thought of a doctor as prominent as you would join the line of ordinary people?” said Tommy proudly. “I was curious. Now I'm revolted by what's happening to my country.” “I share your feelings, Tessa,” JC said honestly. “A pair of blue jeans is a perfect disguise. I thought you were one of the students,” Tommy was obviously kidding. But Tessa took it as a compliment. She was smiling. “Shut up, Tommy.” She turned her attention to JC and asked him, “Got any family left at home, JC?”

Tabitha exclaimed, holding onto Tabby’s arm as she said it. “Okay, okay. I get it. You’re excited; you don’t have to pull my arm off.” Tabby said, releasing Tabitha’s hands from her arm. “I swear, girl, you get more childish as you grow up,” Julie stated. “What’s wrong with acting childish once in a while? As a great man once said. There’s no point being grown-up if you can’t be childish sometimes.?” Tabitha quoted a famous actor (TB) (DW).

“I won’t be able to fit into my clothes if I become fat.” “And they’ll have more stuff to poke fun at.” The girl put on a high-pitched voice to imitate how Jill and Queenie had sounded when they laughed at her. “Look at that country bumpkin! Not only does she look like a nerd, but she’s fat too! She’s just like a potato!” Elijah laughed as he watched her imitate them. The man smiled as he raised a hand to ruffle her hair. “You aren’t a potato.” “You are… a lemon.”

This girl basically said i'm fine (that is, me trying to ignore the Tobi part, Tobi is a ho, and he needs Jesus). Masculinity, the almighty Y-chromosome, or whatever unspoken law of the universe says boys do all the talking, line dropping,make all the moves–in Port-harcourt speak–chaiking. Females just stay there, fronting. Really, that's another of the many things i never understood, one of the numerous things i may never understand. All i know is that it feels better to have someone coming at me like this for a change.