When He Is Ignoring You Novels & Stories

I said. He stared at me and just ignored me. “William… I am talking to you… I just said Lev…” “And why the heck is that your concern!” he asked, making me shut my mouth. “He is m…” “Sky, if you want to piss me off tonight, just go back to your apartment.” “Wh… What… I… You’re chasing me away?” He ignored me and just stared at his laptop. I swear I never knew how hurtful being ignored could be until he did it to me. I had always done it to him, but now it hurt like hell.

" His voice was cold and dismissive. He did not even wait for a response, instead he just turned, which signalled that the conversation was over. This was one of those things that made me so angry and I couldn't help it because I was starting to get angry again over what he was doing right now. Why did he always find it funny ignoring me? I bit back a retort even though I had every right in that moment to say something he wouldn't like. I gave him a nod even though he was not

"Damn I thought you were with me the whole time." "I was busy." He repeated, ignoring my sarcastic comment. "I don't care." "Are you sure?" "Are you deaf?" "You get angry very fast." He noticed, adding fuel to my already burning anger. "You do things that piss me off." "I just didn't come one day. No biggie." He reasoned. "Well, don't come any day now." I spat and turned to walk towards my car. "Why are you overacting?" I pressed my lips together, my body shaking with rage. "Look I am busy now, can I ignore you some other time?"

Turning from him, I instead chose to walk straight and didn't paid any heed to his calls. "Selene, Selene, Hey I am talking to you. Hey! Stop." "Are you trying to ignore me? " He whined. "Ohh wait, attitude, you look so different, very different instead. You look altogether a new person. Have you undergone a cosmetic surgery?" He kept mumbling, but I chooses to ignore his voice. It's my usual way to show anger, Earlier also I used to ignore him and not talk to him when I am angry. So he must have understood that why am I ignoring him.

What the fvck am I doing right now? “Not interested.” He said, as if nothing was really happening, I bit my lip, I almost lose my temper when he said that. “E-excuse me?” I stammered. “Leave me alone, Miss.” He said as if my presence does bother him a lot. Oh, He fvcking ignored me! “No… I won’t do anything bad, I just wanted to Introduc—” “No, go away.” He said, his Jaw tightened, it’s annoying, he’s handsome yes, but he’s annoying! Jeez! Loosen up dude!

"What's wrong?" Rayan sighed and put his hands on the table, resting his head. "It's been 3 days. I'm ignoring her. She didn't even come in front of me." I miss her. I'm missing her so damn much. I'm dying without seeing her face. Her smile. Why am I ignoring her? For these jerks. They told me to ignore her. Nick said if I ignore her she'll come to me and confess. Liars. John held his laughter in and pressed his hands on his mouth. Nick sneered. "Is it you or she? I think she is ignoring you."

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me again?" "And if I do what will you do, hit me huh. I guess hitting me will make you feel like a man." I paused, taking a deep breath. "I feel hurt when you ignore me. I expect you to be open, responsive and loving, you forget I have problems too, you don't even listen when I talk. You have no idea how distant you become when you're thinking of solving your problem, you don't recognise how withdrawing into your thinking may affect me, I just feel neglected and unimportant."

It starts soft… then turns sharp. I glance at my wrist. Eight minutes. It’s been eight minutes since he looked at me. Stupid, right? That I’m even keeping track. But he’s right there. So close. And still acting like I don’t exist. Honestly, it almost feels like a skill. Ignoring someone this well takes effort. Another minute passes. Then another. The irritation builds inside me. I already know I’m going to react. I always do. I’ll say something small and pointless. Maybe complain about how loud he’s chewing.

I would fight fire with fire. It started small. I stopped answering his texts immediately. I ignored calls. I acted indifferent when he appeared, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered or upset. He noticed. Immediately. “Why are you ignoring me?” he demanded one evening when he caught up with me at my locker. His eyes were dark, sharp, dangerous. “I’m not ignoring you,” I said smoothly, hiding my pulse, hiding my anger. “I’m busy. Focused.” “Busy with him?” His voice dropped, venomous.

“Good morning. “I greet him to get his attention, but he doesn’t look up from his phone. Instead, “You read the text I sent, yes? “He replies rather coldly, and I eye him. “You know the damage you did, yes? “I reply, and his thumb hovers over his screen for a bit as he stops scrolling. I’m expecting him to look up at me, and say something. If not with his lips, with his eyes at least. But still, he doesn’t look at me. The silence in the car is thick enough to choke on, and any bit of excitement I felt earlier this morning, begins to fade. I watch as his thumb moves again, scrolling through whatever is on his phone, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat. Something isn’t right. He’s ignoring me