Novel & Cerita Worst Boyfriend Ever

I rolled my eyes. "Baby, I said I was sorry, I won't ask for a kiss anymore!" He said. Ah, he's doing this on purpose! We look like a couple playing hard to get or having a lover's quarrel. I'm so done. "Gosh, they're so cute." "Aww, I wish I have a boyfriend like Caspian! He's 100% boyfriend material!" WAAAAH! I hate myself. My image, all gone, just like that, all thanks to my boyfriend.

I answer it straight away, and he sounds happy. “Hey mate, sorry for earlier”, he says, and I can’t help but smile as I hear his voice. I smile, and I tell him that it’s okay as long as he is doing well. He tells me that he has never been better, and I can’t help but feel like he is betraying me. My smile drops, and Josh starts telling me how Charlie is the perfect guy. A perfect guy, my ass. He is just another pass time, and he won’t be last long enough. He will end up breaking Josh’s heart. They always do.

That had been my final year of High school. My third and most heartbreaking disillusionment came with Connor, my boyfriend of almost three years, when he turned violent and physically abused me. I would’ve still continued to love him, be with him, if it weren’t for my two best friends Grace and Ken, and Grace’s then boyfriend now fiancé, Daniel, who’d taken a hit for me when Connor had wanted to smash a beer bottle on to my head.

I lost it to the boy of my dreams—my boyfriend and the person I love. It wasn't something I woke up thinking about, and it definitely wasn't planned, but I found it to be the most certain and unregretted moment of my life. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

“You must be thankful because everyone thinks that you’re my girlfriend. At least they’d think that you can have a man on your side too. I mean, you haven’t had a boyfriend yet, right? I wonder if you can even find one.” I looked at him. “I’d rather die alone and a virgin than to have a boyfriend like you.” “That’s tragic.” “You know what’s more tragic? It’s to be in an agreement with you.” He smiled cockily at me. “Really?” “Really. That’s the most stupid mistake that I have ever done in my life.” “Hey nerdy. Don’t ever go crying and ask me to stay in your life when you finally fall in love with me.” I almost puke because of what he just said. “I will never, ever fall in love with you, Damo

I yelled as I banged the door. A burst of high pitched laughter silenced me, it was Isabella. " Awww, too bad your boyfriend's not here you'd have been banging each other in there" " Isabella, get me outta this room right now. What the hell is wrong with you?!" " This is revenge for stealing my boyfriend!" " Excuse you? You're the one who dumped him in the first place!" " I'm not talking about Rex you bitch!" " Nate? That's disgusting! How could you imagine something so gross! I'm not dumb like you who prefers to date a foul idiot like Nate!" Retorted.

I would always teased for being ugly, having no dress sense, shapeless and worse, being a door mat. The sad part was that they weren’t wrong. The only thing I had going for me was my dad and my boyfriend. My father loves me but he never saw just how badly his wife and her child treated me. In his mind, I was great and loved at home. I, also trying to avoid any drama didn’t even tell him that his wife and her daughter humiliate me for fun. But my life isn’t all that bad. I have my boyfriend, Elias. He’s the second best thing in my life after my dad.

It felt like everything inside her was being torn into pieces too small ever to be repaired. "The suspect shot your boyfriend. I'm sorry, Ms. Baker; he was already gone when my men arrived. " Cassie's eyes flitted to the open door. She wanted to bolt. It couldn't be true couldn't be real. She had just talked to Will. They had just been together. This was a good neighborhood. Things like this didn't happen. It just..didn't happen. That's when she saw it; the EMT brought the stretcher laden with the black body bag down the hall. The little blonde couldn't contain herself and ran to the door, a sob ripping from her, screaming unintelligible sounds of loss.

I insisted. “Fine, fine. Well, I can. Just two. Two guys. I mean, three if you count my middle school boyfriend, but that was just puppy love. I never slept with him,” she said thoughtfully. “My high school boyfriend was my first. Totally cliché. We thought it would be so special on prom night. It was awful. Awkward, painful, the whole works. The boyfriend I had last year in college was better, but he was always on his phone and forgetting birthdays and Valentine’s Day and things like that. I decided I deserve better.”

I glanced up at Nathiel, who was looking at me keenly, and smiled softly before immediately digging in, moaning as I savoured the taste, exactly the same as how it used to be. “Are you okay?” Nathiel spoke after a while, resting his hands on the table. The question caught me off guard. I used the napkin to wipe my lips before smiling. “Of course I am. Do I not look alright?” I laughed at my own joke. Nathiel raised his brow and shook his head slightly. “Amelia,” he breathed. “Yesterday, you said your boyfriend cheated on you. I didn’t want to bother you because you were already overstimulated.”