A Student's Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say cautiously, “then good for him. He deserves to be happy. All he ever does is work.” “An obsession?” Star asks, tilting her head toward Sasha. Her question hangs in the air, her tone pressing for more. “Yes,” Sasha snaps, her eyes flashing with something I can’t quite place. “An obsession. That thing where you fixate on someone or something, obsess over it, let it consume you until it destroys your entire life. That kind of obsession.” Her laugh rings out, sharp and humorless, like she’s sharing some inside joke that only she understands. But beneath it, there’s something darker—jealousy. It’s faint, but it’s there, simmering just below the surface.

she scratched her neck, "Where don't you understand exactly?" Zachary pushed his laptop aside and leaned forward, the corners of his lips quirking upwards in a cruel smile, "Everything, nerd. Start explaining all over." "What?" A shriek escaped Olivia's lips as her eyes widened in horror. * OWEN'S HOUSE A knock sounded on Owen's room door and he ignored it, his mind fixated on the lyrics he was trying to compose. Yeah, he loves music a lot and hopes to form a band one day. "Owen, I'm coming in," he heard his mother's voice and she pushed his door open, entering the room and he rolled his eyes.

His fingers curled slightly. “So you can smile this freely, Leon?” Noa muttered. He watched Sebastian lean in slightly while talking. Then Leon smiled again. Something colder settled in Noa’s stomach. A student beside him said, “You know Sebastian’s been obsessed with meeting Leon.” Noa’s eyes sharpened. “Obsessed?” The student laughed. “Like seriously. He talks about him a lot.” Noa looked back and saw Leon laughing again. Angrily, he looked away. His jaw tightened.

He did not blink. Julian shifted in his seat. He felt hot under the collar. "So, Aiden," Julian started. "The file says you have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Is that right?" "Yes," Aiden said. His voice was deep and smooth. "I have an obsession. I can’t stop thinking about it. It controls my life." "What is the obsession?" Julian asked. He kept his face professional. He saw many patients. He knew how to stay calm. "It’s a person," Aiden said.

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.”

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.

If she was willing to step closer, it meant I wasn’t the only one feeling this. That meant everything could go wrong. At home, I dropped my backpack by the door and stared at it like it held answers. My house was quiet too quiet. It always was. Mom worked late. My room felt like a waiting space rather than somewhere I belonged. I pulled out my English book and opened to the marked chapter, but the words blurred. Every sentence turned into her name. Every metaphor felt personal. Obsession starts when people ignore what they feel. I’d said that in class like it was a theory.

All she could do was cover her face with her notebook but she was still very much visible to them. “Hey!, we can still see you,” Mason whispered as he walked by her. Lena pretended not to hear a thing but unfortunately, they sat right behind her. This class was an hour-long all through Lena was uncomfortable. She couldn’t wait for the class to be over. ‘How can the guy from my dream be real or is this another dream???’ Lena Pinched herself. then she yelled in agony. Lena was trapped in her thoughts. “Lena!!!. Lena!!” The lecturer shouted. It was clear she had been calling her for a while now.

No one dares to question me. They gathered their things, casting me a few cautious glances as they hurried out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The same thoughts. About her. I fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling with frustration etched deep within me. What the hell was happening to me? I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I wasn’t supposed to be so... obsessed. She was just a girl, a student, a mistake I should’ve never made. It was just once. But now I couldn’t get her out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t even fuck her, how the did I get so obsessed with her?

"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.