Campus Crush Novels & Stories

limbo for the rest of my life? "What are you thinking about? You've been spacing out all day." Flynn reached out and pressed a finger between my tightly knitted brows. Then, like a magician, he pulled a ticket out from behind his back with his other hand. "This weekend, the campus stadium. I'll see you there." With that, he went back to his room, leaving me alone in the living room. I turned the slightly crumpled ticket over and over in my hand. … On the weekend, the stadium was packed. Holding the VIP ticket Flynn had given me, I walked straight through the VIP entrance and easily made my way into the inner section.

"I’ll arrange a meeting between you and Belicia. Let's see how you both get along. She’s the hottest influencer we have, apart from you." Belicia, known for her charming appearance and relatable 'girl-next-door' vibe, earned the affectionate title of 'Campus Crush'. Teaming up would certainly send the internet into a frenzy. Santiago strategically replied with carefully crafted excitement. "Of course! I'm eagerly anticipating it." Though his words seemed encouraging, he thought of a playful scheme to completely flip the script, ensuring the internet would be shocked.

You are so ugly, u dress so poor, had a lot of Winkles like an old woman with your round ugly glasses, gosh you are really disgusting, well I don't really hate you neither did I like you too but having a crush on me is ridiculous, it's cool if you are day dreaming it's never bad … ********** I was the top class student in my school A nerd, yes a nerd I had a crush on the school popular bad boy kahr I got rejected and humiliated by him Now, I have got been stalk by the same guy who choose to humiliate me in public It's time for my revenge "Will you be my girlfriend? He asked Hell No, I will never be your girlfriend

The next day passed in a whirlwind of orientation activities, syllabus reviews, and getting lost twice on the way to the science building. Crestwood University felt even more alive than yesterday—like the entire campus had woken up with extra energy. Posters were everywhere for the big “Freshman Welcome Bash,” but apparently seniors were crashing it too, turning it into the first major party of the semester. By evening, the whole campus was buzzing with jubilation. People kept whispering about some guy named Smith like he was a celebrity. “Smith’s going to be there,” one girl squealed in the hallway. “He never shows up to these things!” I overheard it in the cafeteria, in the dorm common roo

The message contains a lot of crying emojis, and like Cassie has always been good at, the story is a touching and emotional one. I look at the amount of likes on her post and my heart instinctively sinks. I’m not surprised. Cassie has been the campus queen for a long while now. She’s the prettiest, baddest, most known female in the university. That doesn't make me feel any better as I read through the comments though. I find hundreds of students cursing me. Some are calling me names I have never been called before. Jealous bitch. Ugly snitch. They say I’m worthless and say someone of Cassie’s calibre should never have been friends with me in the first place.

Most people in school saw me as a nerd. I had never had a boyfriend, never kissed, and some even laughed when I said I was still a virgin. Why? Because they felt I shouldn’t be since it was the last year of high school and I was soon going to college. Even Stella wasn’t a virgin anymore. “Really? So she’s an alumna?” I asked. That was the only thing that came to my head. “Uh-huh… she was,” the man sighed. “Was? What happened?” “She died last month in a car accident on her way home to Pasadena,” the man said.

--- Campus was a battlefield of whispers. Heads turned the second I stepped onto the quad. Some students avoided me entirely, crossing to the other side of the path. Others stared with fake pity, murmuring just loud enough for me to hear. “Poor thing… but did you see what she did to Dira?” “Still showing up after all that?”

Then the rain started. It wasn't just a drizzle. It was a torrential downpour that turned the campus into a scene from a horror movie. The sky was the color of a bruise, and the wind was screaming through the trees. I was standing under the small concrete overhang of my dorm, looking at my umbrella. It was one of those cheap ones I’d bought at a drug store, and the metal ribs were already bent out of shape. Every time I tried to open it, it just flopped over like a sad, wet bird. "Come on, you piece of junk," I hissed, wrestling with the handle.

Brix frowned when he entered the campus, where the students were gathering in the middle of the wide yard. It was still early, so he approached the crowd and tried to find out what was going on. “Disgusting, he’s already gay, and at the same time a rapist too?!” Brix heard a woman’s voice. He couldn’t see who they were referring to because they were covered by the people in front. “They are also the bullies in this university. They will have the courage to do the bullying because they cannot be touched by anyone since they are members of a fraternity that punishes mercilessly!” Then another woman added.

"Sounds like a lot to process. I'm off to the library to hit the books." I grabbed my backpack and bolted. Behind me, Amber's voice turned venomous. "Well, look at Miss Grad School, acting like she's above us. She'll just be another wage slave." Ruby piled on. "Total nerd. Aces tests but flops in life. If she's too cool for us, we don't need her."