Another Word For A Crush Novels & Stories

“You like your cute code boy. I can see it. It is written on your forehead. Big, sparkly letters: I like Bobby.” I folded my arms. “You do not know what you are talking about.” She tapped her temple. “I know crushes. I studied them. Practical experience. Many years.” “That is not something to brag about.” She only grinned wider. “When I met you I thought you were all straight lines and serious eyes. But look at you. Fluffing your hair for your Sugar Crush.” “I did not fluff my hair,” I hissed. “And stop calling him that.”

I didn't get to complete my sentence before he cut me off. "Enough, please." He still looked very surprised to hear my confession. "You're young and very beautiful so— I don't know." He ran his fingers along his face. Kaiden wasn't seeming like the cold asshole he was painted as. To talk back nicely with a stranger that just entered your room, that's a very nice thing, I must say. "You're aren't the first woman to have a crush on me but no one ever confessed it." A crush? It was love, man. Not a crush.

"But I realize that it was just a crush, infatuation. You're my ideal guy, and I chose the university we attended because of you. You were my inspiration in everything I did." He remained confused and surprised by my words, but he kept looking at me, listening intently. I shifted my gaze to the twinkling lights hanging from different parts of the tree and smiled. "But when I met Alexander, I realized the difference between crush and love. Liking someone is that intense passion you feel initially. It's like being drawn to someone's looks or a particular quality." I noticed how his eyes held sadness and regret.

And so was the doubt that had crept in afterward. Every time I had been with Ben, it had been amazing. He was such a nice guy, even nicer than before he had left. I’d had a crush on him for years, but this was something else. I wasn’t crushing on him anymore. A crush was when a girl was in love with a boy she would never have, more like a fantasy. This wasn’t a crush. It was more like infatuation. Which was a bad idea. With Jerrod around, we shouldn’t act on it. We shouldn’t have kissed.

I had a crush on Colton Hastings, a huge, massive, undeniable, implausible, painful, unconditional, and irrevocable crush. I am so fucking screwed. Yet despite the unfortunate realization, I found myself whispering to him. "I still hate you." ~~~ Don't you hate it when you have a crush?

Do I show you my love song or not? "Aha." Ryder smiled realizing where Midnight misunderstood her. "Having a crush doesn't mean I like him. I have to know him and have feelings for him to be called 'liking'. Having a crush only means that I'm interested in him. That interest can lead to me liking him, being only friends with him or it can also lead to nothing. It depends on what kind of person he is." "..." WHAT KIND OF LOGIC IS THIS?!!! ... So.... You don't like him?

I was certain he didn't find me attractive, and that I was the only one feeling what I was feeling. What was the word again? Ah, unrequited crush. I had an unrequited crush on Danzel and I knew I was in big trouble. Guys like him are typical heartbreakers, and the worst part was that they would never know they were breaking hearts until someone said it to their faces. Well I won't blame them. It's our fault for falling for their hot looks and everything else. My phone buzzed again and I quickly grabbed it, my heart beating fast as I stared at Danzel's name at my inbox.

They were scarless- I didn't have any cuts on them because I never had the guts to cut myself but I had the guts to do much worse. I'm looking at the white powder I have crushed on the corner of the sink and I know I shouldn't but I lean in and snort in a whole line before I start crushing the rest of the it, eager to have it in my system as my hands shake in anxiety and I hurry up before anyone sees me. After I'd snorted all of it I laid on the floor, letting the drug take over me and make me happy. I loved it. I loved coke. It's nothing bad, it's nothing bad really, it's just...it's just medicine.

You're once the ultimate crush. Yikes. I hate that. . c.m. louden

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.