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

I suddenly got lost in my useless thoughts, suddenly I bumped into someone. My glasses fell from my eyes and I bent down to pick them up when someone who I bumped with crushed my glasses with his shoes.

With those glass bottles, John hit anyone who got in their way. "Come on, quickly!" exclaimed John. Claire kicked the people in colorful clothes who had lost their smiles. They all tried to block their way, but Claire didn't want to give up. Leon was about to lose consciousness, making Claire panic. She quickly followed John, took the broken glass and then jabbed it at everyone who came in her way. No blood came out of those people's bodies, their bodies just flickered and disappeared.

He said with a smirk. I started to hit the rear door glass, screaming “ help!” at the top of my voice even though the glasses were tinted. I thought this was the worst thing that could happen to me until the man suddenly yelled,” shit!” and several bullets came flying through the windscreen from the front and back of the car and I got hit, slamming my head against something hard when the car came to a halt.

"I hate your glasses." That hurt. Her desire evaporated. She had been teased and taunted over her glasses through much of her younger life. To her extreme disappointment her eyesight never improved before she reached immortality. "I can't see without them," she mumbled, dropping her gaze. Vincent reached up, slipping a finger under her glasses and pulling them off her nose. Immediately her vision blurred. "That's too bad," he murmured huskily. "You might even be pretty if not for these." He tossed her glasses onto the bed as if they offended him.

Like ten. Covering the entirety of his face. Gout. Also another winner. So really, there was no need for me to stutter. "Why do you keep rubbing your eyes?" Zane asked getting dangerously close to my personal space. It was as if he wasn't aware that human beings had boundaries, little comfortable safe zones that he was constantly poking with his nearness. I scooted back against the couch and sighed. "My glasses were beyond repair from yesterday, so I'm wearing my old ones."

“Bullshit, I know guys like you. Hiding behind your nerdy glasses , when all you do is to harras girls at parties when their guards are down.” My disposition quickly changed to one of offense, how dare he say that about me when we don't even know each other like that I have a sister and I wouldn't want anyone to do that to her as well. For the first time in my life, I threw a punch. I was sure it was my kicked that gave a cracking sound and not his nose It hurts like hell.

Hansen picked up a wine glass from the wine cabinet and threw it at the back of the man's head. "Ouch!" The man screamed as the wine glass hit his head. It broke into tiny pieces as it fell to the ground. Immediately after, he could feel the pain. The man realized that he had been attacked and he reached behind to touch his head. He couldn't help howling, "Who the f**k did that?"

My glasses fell, and when I got to the front, I saw that Ace had hit the man who had pulled me earlier, and there was blood on his body. "Fucking asshole, clean this shit," Ace said, turning to help me stand up. "It's a mistake to bring you here. Wait for me and hold this," Ace said and handed me the baseball bat he was holding. **

I held on to it, pressed my eyes shut, and swung with all of my might. Glass shattered as the lamp made contact with my assailant. It didn't exactly throw them off me, but it gave me the opening I needed. I picked up a glass shard, and this time, I didn't bother shutting my eyes because I needed to be sure of where I wanted to hit.

They had shared a P.E. class when Lily was a freshman and Mark was a senior. During the gymnastics unit she did a cartwheel and her glasses slid right off her face. They were the kind of thick black frames commonly referred to as ‘hipster glasses.’ A lot of the boys catcalled her. One was particularly brave (or was it stupid?) and called out to her directly. “What are you hiding behind those clunkers for? You look better without your glasses!” Lily, who had put her glasses back on by then, took them off and squinted at him before delivering a scorching burn. “What do you know? You look better without my glasses too.”