You Wouldn't Hit A Guy With Glasses Origin Novels & Stories

And he’s smart, so those glasses fit his know-it-all personality. I like the glasses a lot. I like when he takes them off at the end of the day. For some reason, I like to watch him do that. Just… take off his glasses and rub his face. It’s hot. “I don’t like how people look after we give them explanation, like they still don’t believe us. It pisses me off,” he responds, bringing me back to reality. I blink, realizing I was totally eye-fucking him, “But whatever, we know we’re solid, right?”

He said, his hands went down into his pocket to bring out another bundle. My hands were swift as it landed a slap on his face, his glasses fell on the floor, the lenses turning to pieces on the floor. For a moment I stood there on my knees on top of the bed watching my reaction and I couldn't help but wonder. What have I just done?

he said. "What?" I asked. He sighed and shook his head. It was silent for some seconds. We were still early though. "Why'd you......kiss me?" I asked. I couldn't help but stare at his glasses. Why does he wear glasses? "It's part of the lesson. Take it like that." "Why do you wear glasses?" I asked. He looked at me in shock. I looked into his eyes......anger. He clenched his jaw and gulped. "Did I say anything wrong?" I asked.

Imogen As I hurried after him, he suddenly stopped without warning. Since I failed to notice in time, I walked straight into his back, causing my glasses to shift awkwardly on my face. I immediately stepped backward and adjusted them. "I'm so sorry, sir," I apologized quickly. Slowly, he turned to look at me while I fixed my glasses properly. "You don't need to explain yourself to those worms," he said calmly. "Don't underestimate me." My eyes widened slightly in confusion.

'' Zak closed his eyes and I knew he was probably counting up to ten and back down again. ''Who hit you in the face?" He asked I shrugged and he rolled his eyes. "Was it an accident?'' I slowly shook my head with hesitation and his eyes widened. "Why would someone hit you on purpose?''He asked, his hands flailing quickly. ''Look," I signed slowly. ''Things are weird here. Really weird.'' This only seemed to annoy him more. ''You're being vague," he signed ''Someone broke in, okay?'' I said. "I was the first person the guy saw and I tried to defend myself and got hurt in the process. It was nothing more and nothing less than that."

"Something… Something bad is happening! Someone's messing with Grace and Ms. Miller!" When he entered the room, his glasses had shattered, and there was only a piece of the frame left hanging on his ear. His right eye was bruised up, and someone had clearly punched him in the face. Since it was happening out of the blue, everyone didn't know how to react at all. However, Marsh's eyes lit up, and he looked excited.

We just had a lot in common and that took the better part of me. "Let go of me you bastard!" I heard a lady scream. I didn't want to look back, but when I heard the loud noise of a broken glass, I was forced to look back. And the little frail lady had hit the hefty man with the glass. I heaved deeply watching her stand there so stupidly with fear in her eyes. If she knew she couldn't fight him, then why all the fuss. I shouldn't butt in. I turned back to face my drink and mind my business, but I heard the lady scream before she was thrown into the air.

she muttered again as she took off my glasses. I smirked meaningfully in front of her and immediately took my glasses from her hand. I didn't want to risk her breaking my glasses again because I couldn't live without it. I can't count how many glasses I bought during my schooling at Kirin because often those thugs destroyed them when they tortured me. But they're still lucky, I haven't really retaliated against them. I don't want to get my hands dirty again with a mischief like I used to. My life now is a second life that God has given me. So whatever it is, I have to live it better than before.

"I can. Key will be there later." I was just about to press the bell when someone had already left. It was the guy with the damn glasses. Our gazes met, and I could feel the spoiled guy giving me quite a glare, even though I hadn't done anything to him. I couldn't help but snort when I saw him like that. I really don't like men like him.

I looked again at the card, ninth floor, office number 535. I was ready to rock on and maybe give this thing a chance. But all my expectations turned into nothing at the moment someone bumped straight into me, making me lose my balance. I fell miserably on the floor dropping my glasses. My vision became blurry. It was impossible to see. I have myopia. Without my glasses I'm nothing more than useless... “Watch out women.” A deep man's voice reached my ears. “Sir, please, my glasses.” No response. What on earth! “Sir, I can't see!” Again, nothing. The only thing I could see was his blurry figure vanishing as he went far away.