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

Then slowly…Very slowly… I reached up and yanked off his glasses. Silence, I stared. Then I blinked and bit my lip hard. Oh. My God?!! “What the fuck is that?!” I burst out. “Why is your eye looking like a black pea?!” He snatched the glasses back instantly. “I fell,” he said flatly. I stared at him. “No.” He turned away. “No, that is not a fall,” I said, stepping closer, inspecting him like a detective. “That is a punch. A very personal punch. ”

Someone suddenly crashed into me from behind. "Make room!" the man shouted as he ran past. The impact jolted me, and my glasses were knocked clean off my face. I heard them hit the pavement with a sharp crack— then shatter completely as the man's heel crushed them into pieces. Panic flooded my chest. I spun around, trying to chase after him, but all I could see was a blurry mess of color and light. He was already gone. My hands trembled as I knelt down and picked up what was left of my glasses.

And it looked like he was stretching his hand to take his medicated glasses that were few feet away from him. One of these masked men, who wasn't that huge in size, purposely stepped on the glass and crashed it into pieces. Just as I thought he was going to walk away, he kicked the man in the face. The sight was too painful to look at, so I quickly looked away. I side stepped the bookshelves, then saw another armed guy shoving pasteries into a backpack, while the other one took an old woman's hair tie off and spit into it, before handing it back to her.

He laughed. Dylan punched the glass in annoyance, but his attack only made the glass thicker. "What are you thinking in your little mind? That you can fight and defeat me with your peanut strength? Don't joke with me! Even if the glass were not there, you wouldn't have been able to touch a hair on my skin."

I tried to have a look at my toe but everything was too dark and my toe was a blur. Fucking fucking fucking hell! My glasses! I groaned in annoyance and started to bang my head on the nearest wall. They must have fallen off when his car had hit me. And I do not know even his name. Or his address. Or the class that he studies in. Fuckity fuck! I hit my head with my palm and instantly winced in pain again. I limped my way towards the exit once again. Probably I will find my glasses there. Or probably I will find.. him.

However I did find the spot where I saw the man looking. Someone hooked their foot around mine and I tripped. My glasses went tumbling from my face and the principal just went on to the other name. I sniffed, forcing the tears pooling in my eyes not to fall. I raised my body from the ground with my hands, using my knees as support as I began to feel around the floor for my glasses, the palm of my hands becoming slightly bruised by the concrete floor. Through my blurred vision I spotted a slender dark object that I assumed was my black rim glasses. Suddenly a pair of red stiletto heels stepped onto the glass frame. The crunch set a sickening feeling in my stomach and my tears fell. I grit my

He asked amused at how cute she looked without her glasses on, he has grown so used to her wearing glasses that it kind of felt odd in a cute way. “Looking for my contact lenses, I was going to put them on but they fell and now I can’t find them and I am about to go blind,” She explained, he laughed at her exaggerating the whole thing. “Let me help,” He said forgetting why he was here for a moment and helping her look for it, he found it in no time and got up to see her wearing her glasses. “Why didn’t you just wear the glasses?” “Because it broke moron,”

Just a few questions and I'd get to see him. But just then, I heard a bang outside and the driver locked the car doors immediately. "Hey!" I said. "It's not safe out there, sir! The glasses are bulletproof so let's find a way to drive away," he said.

I guess it was a guy thing to dress hurriedly and still look fine. “You’re fast.” I told him, linking arms. “And you’re beautiful.” My cheeks flushed. “Thank you.” We made our way to the elevator. I looked at him. “Why do you have glasses on?” “I look like shit right now and I blame it on that jackass.” “You’re just a good friend. That’s all.” “And look what I got.” He took off his glasses. “Red eyes. I look like I’m high.” We stepped into the elevator. “You still look amazing.”

"Huh, the thing is you have to give me back my glasses, I can't see much without them," She let out, she heard his rich laughter fill the room, she started laughing too, he gave her back her glasses which she put back on still laughing. "What's funny?" "You were laughing and I joined," "You know, it's gonna fall off in the process right? Can you keep it on? Do you really go blind without it? I didn't even know you had an eye issue," "That's because I always wear my contact lenses, but today I wasn't feeling like it, that's why,"