A Student Obsession Novels & Stories

I said nothing. He scoffed. “You’re spiraling, bro.” “I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. You’re obsessed.” I shot him a look. “You think I don’t notice?” he continued. “How you watch her in class. How you ask if she’s in the lounge. How your mood depends on whether she obeys you or not.” I didn’t reply. Because he was right. And I hated it. “I’m not obsessed,” I muttered. “You’re something,” George said. “And it’s not the J.J. I grew up with.”

It's the third year since my wife, Joyce Sinclair, cheated on me. I spread her intimate photos with her male assistant, Bryan Long, on the internet. Then, I doused myself in gasoline and threatened to drag everyone down to hell with me. Bryan's so scared that he flees the city that very night. I think I've won. However, to settle my lawsuit and cover the damages, my older sister, Rachel Lovett, sells her house and takes out high-interest loans. In the end, the burden becomes too much for her, and she jumps from a high-rise building. Her voice is hoarse in the recording she leaves me. "That's enough, Ray. We've lost everything. Mom and Dad have aged overnight, and I can't take it anymor

I don't bother to reply to the messages and just click on Block. Adrian is like a fucking magnet, that keeps attracting me more and more that I don't even have eyes on anyone else anymore. Sex with other people doesn't fascinate me anymore, I want to fuck only him. And I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing. I used to be a sucker for threesomes, but not anymore. I want just him. The rule was to have sex with no strings attached, but I'm afraid that there's likely to be a string already. I'm attracted to him and I'm not a person that easily finds someone attractive. And the attraction I gave for him, is not just him being a petty boy.

I want to leave him, but if I do, what are the risks? And here I go! Speaking like a banker who is afraid of going bankrupt. It is a bit the case, to tell the truth. I don't want to jeopardize my life in any way. My love life is going round in circles. Sometimes it breaks off, experiences a bit of calm. The urge to have desire fades and I claim my loneliness as a student would beg a teacher to give him a good grade.

"You think? Come on Alley, you have to stop making excuses for him. He had that scholarship sitting in his hands for over a month and now you have your answer. He is obsessed with you and I know you don't want to see it but obsession isn't love." "I know. Let's go to the library and study until school starts. I have one last big test for the year today and I haven't opened a book all week." Layla came to school early and joined us until that dreadful first bell rang. How was this my life? Layla went on and on about the prom this weekend and all I wanted to do was cry. I was supposed to be a naïve sixteen-year-old high school girl but I was never just a little kid at any point in my life.

In fire. In something that challenges her. Breaks her. Remakes her. And I’m going to be the one who does it. Whether she wants me to or not. Because obsession? It doesn’t ask permission. It takes. And I’m done waiting. "Get me her class log in school. I'm done waiting."

3 Alexa’s POV. I was obsessed. Fuck. I was so damn obsessed over him. I never thought I’d reach that stage in my life where I’d be obsessing over a man, talk less of the man taking my English-lit class, but here I was, getting wet just from his voice alone and wishing it was just him and I in here so he’d fuck me as hard as he did the last time.

I just wanted her. Who would've thought my insatiable and longing desire for my extremely sexy teacher would graduate into some sick , wild obsession? Soon enough , I'd turn into a creepy stalker! That would certainly be a terrible progression. And worse, if Roxie puts two and two together, she'd know about my crush on Amanda.

This wasn’t right at all, I cared for him too, but in a bad weird way, why didn’t he show up for lunch, I was happy about that but why, did he go hungry? ‘‘What I mean is that it is a crazy and very weird obsession. Such kind of obsession is carried around by murders and you should really watch out,’’ she advised. ‘‘Yeah, if I began telling you how it all started, the extent that he has goner with all his bullying, to prove to me how much he hates me, you would think that I was lying and being creative, but it kind of hurts and it is off too,’’ I heaved.

Lily's POV An alarm that shrieked at 6:00 a.m. like it had a personal vendetta against her peace. A five-minute internal argument about quitting life and becoming a houseplant. A cold shower that attacked her like it had been waiting all night to do exactly that. And finally the ritual. A silent, desperate plea to the universe. Please. Not a bad mood today. Not even a good one. Just… neutral. Neutral is fine. Neutral I can work with.