Romans & histoires Campus Crush

Chapter Fifteen: The worst way to thank you Freya’s first steps back onto campus felt heavier than they should have. North Fall University buzzed the way it always did: students laughing, arguing, rushing past with backpacks slung over one shoulder, phones pressed to their ears. Nothing had slowed down just because she had been hit by a car. Life moved on.

My legs buckled. I grabbed the wall before I hit the floor. After everything Noah had pushed through, his trash dad was really gonna wreck it all? Hadn't he suffered enough? I was still shaking when his messages popped up: [This is a scheduled message. If I don't make it to the test, don't worry. I've already been admitted to Harven. I just wanted the SAT for a shot at the state's top scorer award—heard there's a cash prize.]

Hills crying into her husband's arms while he had tears in his eyes. Just then, Shelley's phone announced: "Big Crush Bruno's Birthday Tonight!" Shelley's eyes widened, as did Jessie's and her parents'. Shelley knew what was coming next and ran to turn it off, but it was too late. "Don't miss it! You gotta confess your feelings!" She got to the couch and closed her eyes tightly before canceling the reminder. Slowly, she turned and saw the faces she expected to see. "You had a crush on Bruno too?"

She was the only one that got me a little, dad was so far up Yara ass, he literally kissed the floor she walked on, my brother Quincy never really cared about any other person but him self, mom was the only one that got me a little and now she’s a fucking drugie and a psycho, I hope she gets well and it’s weird because most times I absolutely hate her for letting herself go like that but other times I don’t really blame her with a manipulative bastard like my father for a husband I don’t anyone would be able to stay sane. I continued to stab my note book and cry, my legs are starting to feel crampy as I sat in a yoga pose on the grass next to the water fountain at the side of campus. I picke

I think this is the perfect time to ask him this. "We've never met," he said quickly. "But we're in the same university," I said. "Yeah, I saw your university background. But I didn't know you. I never met you. The campus is too big for us to bump into each other." I just nodded at his response. Well, maybe we never really met as in became friends. I probably saw him before, but we never interacted. But Yzack, I know in my heart that we've met before - that we have something in common. Maybe he just told his friend about me. "I guess, you're one of the campus crushes in the university before, so I feel like I know you," I chuckled as I said that.

What did Mom mean by changing the name? "Hey, what’s this?" I turned my head toward Chris's voice. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened as Chris stared at my graduation photo with Fenella. Amy snatched the photo and looked at it too. "Don't touch that!" I rushed to grab the photo back, but Chris tackled me with his body. "Who said you could do that?" Then he punched my face. My body staggered, and he immediately shoved me onto the bed. He pinned me down and held my back with his knee. His hand pressed my head down into the mattress. I thrashed around, but Chris slapped my back hard once again, making me groan in pain.

“Soccer. I remember you watching some of our games. Your friends were cheering at us while your eyebrows were furrowed. From your expression, I could sense that you don’t understand the rules at all.” “Soccer? You played soccer?” As far as my memory is concerned, there was indeed one soccer player who became the campus crush. But since I did not have any interest in him, I didn't pay him any attention at all. But my friends. Their dedication was one of the best things that I know to the point that they would buy pictures of that man and put them on their lockers. According to them, it was for good luck. “You won't remember it. It was already long ago—”

Although it's a single conversation, it was enough for her to determine that he is worth the emotions she has been feeling. She wouldn't be so serious about him if he didn't go all out and help her in the grocery store last morning. She was hungry as hell but she spent all her money the night before while partying, her phone also ran out of battery which stopped her from contacting her brother. That's when her crush walked by her. It still seems like magic to her how managed to feel her distress and pay for her stuff. Not only that, he booked her a taxi and paid for that as well. When she tried to thank him, he blessed her with that smile of his, showcasing his perfect dimples.

I could practically feel the weight of the entire campus staring at me as I walked down the crowded sidewalks. Every time a group of students laughed or hovered over a phone screen, my stomach did a violent flip. I knew exactly what they were looking at. The viral video was everywhere, and the insults seemed to echo off the brick campus buildings like a physical chant. By the time I finally reached the glass doors of Brayden’s building, my chest was tight, and I felt like I was completely suffocating under the pressure.

He glanced at the screen and his expression immediately cooled. “Cassandra.” “Should I send flowers to the funeral of your personality?” “She says we have exactly forty minutes before a live campus interview.” I blinked. “A what?” “She booked us on Northside Live.” “You’re joking.” “I wish.” He walked toward the door again before pausing. “And apparently,” he added dryly, “we’re trending nationally.” I dropped my head back against the pillow. “Fantastic.” By the time we arrived on campus, it looked less like a university and more like a media circus.