Campus Crush Novels & Stories

"My i*******m account. My followers. It reached three million, Luca. Three million people." "Wow," Luca smiled big, his eyes shining with real pride. "That is amazing, beautiful." "But that's not even why my phone is crashing," I said, my fingers scrolling quickly through the notifications. "Look at all these tags. It's the university students." "The students?" Luca asked, his brow furrowing. "Yes," I nodded fast, reading the screen. "Ever since your sign-out day on Friday, everyone has been posting about it. The students from campus are uploading videos and pictures of you everywhere. Look at this one."

Or so she thinks. In form of farewell, the school organises a camping event where all final year students get to stay for two weeks, exploring nature and meeting other students from other schools. She attends the camp alongside Patrick and Alex. Things go on well until she finds out that Patrick's old school are in attendance and his old friends are around!! That's when she realises she might be off to a rocky start. How much drama can Sylvia take in her two weeks stay in the camp, especially with Alex around her? And just when she thinks things can't get any worse, disaster strikes.... Forcing her to rethink all of her life choices. Will she be able to handle it or will it be too much for h

" I groaned. Elvis abruptly stopped the car and turned to me. In panic I looked around and noticed that we were already in the school's parking lot which made me release a relief sigh as I thought he abruptly stopped in the middle of the road. "Sis, crushes come and go," He spoke. "The fact that he is now dating Tenda, is probably for the best because it might not have worked out between the both of you okay? So there's no need to feel bad about a crush crushed, its kind of a normal thing as crushes are meant to be crushed" "But Tenda's crush wasn't crushed." I sniffed as I still felt a bit hurt even though I was happy for the both of them.

The whispers already got me curious. I couldn't figure out what the matter was, but the only thing I could grasps from the whispers was pregnant. I grabbed my textbooks from my locker, pushing back the tiny papers scribbled with insults. I picked one out of many and began moving towards the art room. Mr Collins the literary professor is sure to come to class early today as usual. I ducked my head as I walked, adjusting my glasses. Being a nerd and a dork has always made me an object of bully. The papers seems to be increasing everyday.

The soft cotton of her oversized sweater brushes against her nipples in a way that sends electric shocks down her spine. Lyric shuffled through the campus quad, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she tried to focus on the lecture notes clutched in her hand. But with each step, the slick wetness between her legs became more distracting, a constant reminder of her body's betrayal. Her choice to leave the suppressant pills untouched this morning now seemed like the worst decision of her life, and now she was paying the price, her biology screaming for something she wasn't ready to give.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

It was a notification from our campus gossip feed. I couldn’t help but groan. Our campus feed was basically a digital jungle. People posted everything, from cheating scandals to fights behind the dining hall. Once, someone uploaded a video of a cheerleader hooking up with the chess club president in the library basement. Another time, there was a whole thread about a professor caught leaving a frat party at 3 a.m. There was even a rumor last month about the head cheerleader secretly dating a physics TA, the comments on that one nearly crashed the app. And don’t even get me started on that one post where a freshman was caught skinny-dipping in the fountain after losing a bet.

Behind them, Joseph cleared his throat awkwardly and turned away, his expression a mix of discomfort and resignation. Justin, holding Joseph up, let out a low whistle. “Well, that’s one way to prepare for a fight,” he quipped. Mira pulled back, her cheeks flushed, but her determination rekindled. “Let’s get out of here,” she said firmly, gripping Luke’s arm. The university campus stretched out before them like a maze, with abandoned buildings, overturned benches, and scattered debris littering the once-lively grounds. The infected students weren’t far behind, their guttural groans growing louder with each passing second.

The campus, once a vibrant tapestry of youthful exuberance, now felt like a gauntlet. Each corridor a whisper, every glance a judgment. Ava moved through it, a ghost in her own life, her head bowed, shoulders hunched, a silent apology in every step. The accusations, hurled like stones, had chipped away at her bright facade, leaving behind a raw, exposed surface. "Pretender," one voice hissed from a passing group. "Liar," another echoed, cutting sharper than any blade.

“No, Iris,” Christian says, grabbing my arms and pulling me back, smiling and shaking his head at me. “Did you seriously not know?” “Know what?” I ask, going still. “Iris, I had it so bad for you –“ he says, laughing sheepishly, shaking his head like it’s incredible. “I had the world’s biggest crush – I was so obsessed with you –“ “You were!?” I squeak, shocked breathless. I gape at him, disbelieving.