Travis Scott Ugly 소설 & 이야기

Scott said and turned to leave. "What? Argh! I can't believe you hit me" Greg said still holding his stomach in pain. "Just joking, someone is watching. Pretend like you want to fight back" Scott said and got in his car. Greg managed not to look at the person that was watching and acted like he was angry at Scott who was already leaving, after a while of the tantrum,he went inside the house. "Hugh....that was close. How did he even see the person that was watching? Wait,was that a lie? Did he want to make a fun of me? I can't believe that Scott" Greg said, angry at himself for all the acting he did earlier.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

"And what are you apologizing for? Trying to make your waist seem skinnier? It's sad, really. I bet you came here with one goal: to seduce rich men." The humiliation was a hot, sharp blade. People started to turn, their whispers growing louder. My face flushed, and I felt a familiar, unwelcome heat behind my eyes. “There’s no need to be rude.” I spoke, my voice low but loud enough for him to hear. “Rude?” he scoffed and took a step closer to me. “I’ll show you rude.” he grabbed me. “You know, you’re actually not ugly. A bit chunky. But…” his head tilted to take a gander at my backside. “You do have a nice ass.” He reached his hand out to slap my butt. “How much for one night?”

But as Travis approached, the only thing clear about him was his mild hangover and the faint trace of blond stubble on his face. “Hey, Marley,” he said a little gruffly. “Sorry to hear that the night ended utterly shit for you.” “Bad word, Uncle Travis!” “That’s right, kid,” he said, rubbing his hand over his eyes. “All right, let’s make this house more tightly sealed than—” “Trav,” Bratt warned. “What? I was going to say, Fort Knox,” he said, shaking his head at Bratt. Then he looked at me, his face derisively exasperated. “Can you believe the dirty mind on this guy?” he muttered.

He looked at me then Tristan before mouthing something to him and leaving the room. “ How long have you been out there by yourself?” Tristan asked as he sat on the couch opposite me with Zara coming to rest beside my feet. My stomach filled with butterflies as he spoke to me, why am I so nervous around him? “I uh found some groups to live with but they uh never want me around, they just wanted me to get the things they needed but I’ve been alone since this thing pretty much started. My family didn’t want me around anymore I guess so they gave me this scar and left me to pick up the pieces after leaving me to be eaten, sorry uh that was a bit of an um over share.” I nervously laughed and scra

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she kno

"I was celebrating, Tristan is really happy about this" I laughed, "I didn't realize Tristan would think I'm such a good match for you". "He said you're very sexy," Philip confessed. I couldn't look into his eyes and looked away, but he used a finger to lift my chin, so I was looking at him, "I agree with him". "I am ugly". He shook his head, "you only have pimples, they dont make you ugly, they actually hide the beauty and i have to say, youre not doing a good job to get rid of them".

Everyone just goes silent in the room and I can tell that they are all looking at us. Scott takes a few steps forward and I get to enjoy the full view of his masculine self. He's in black jeans, black Chuck Taylor's and a white t-shirt that's making his biceps look bigger as always. His hair... Oh his beautiful hair is now long and covering a part of his forehead. "Kyrah," he whispers. "Scott," I whisper back.

Faded white walls Rows of pews Scott, stumbling around, laughing at everything The Elvis impersonator again Me leaning on Tristan, him trying to hold me up Us laughing non-stop "YesI bloody will!" I yell, for some reason "Fuck it, why not!" Tristan yells back And then, my consciousness starts to fade into oblivion

“Then tell me why the hell you think I find you unattractive?” “I find me unattractive. ” “You need laser surgery.” “Scott!” “Don't you dare 'Scott' me.” He was genuinely mad, she thought as she watched his eyes. He continued his tirade, “Lemme ask you this?” “Okay.” “Do you have a tail growing out of your anus?” A second later, she burst into laughter. “Scott?” He leaned back up, away from her and said with a bitter twist to his mouth. “Yes. Laugh. Laugh all you want. A man's misery is funny to you. Why not?”