Cute Quotes About A Crush 소설 & 이야기

"What, memorized my name out of everyone's? Got a crush?" "No way."

On the day we took our college graduation photos, a chubby girl holding a bouquet of roses stepped in front of me. Her voice was trembling with nervousness, "Alex Quinn, I like you!" I stopped in my tracks and gave her a smile. "Thank you for liking me, but I'm not interested in dating." I glanced at my reflection in the glass door. Tall and slender, with a fair complexion and smooth features, I was dressed in a gray tracksuit and sneakers.

Chapter Two: Unrequited Crush ANABETH COLLINS Every girl's innocent and not so innocent dream. Every guy's threat. Everyone adores him. The man is the perfect example of a perfect man. Handsome, smart, kind. He has all the good qualities and attitudes that I don't. I shrank back at the thought. I always see hima and I can only admire him from afar. Because as clichè as it sounds, a loser like me can only do that much. I'm not even sure if I have the right to even attempt to have a crush on him.

He looked away and his smile grew wide, “you are my long-time crush.” Hearing what he just said, all of the blood on my body just climbed up to meet in my head. I found myself fuming and raging at the same time. “What are you, really? A highschool boy?!” I exclaimed and that earned me a smile from him again. It seems like he is entertained right now rather than being intimidated! What a freak?!” “Sorry,” he is now laughing, “you are just cute when you are mad like this.” “What cute thing is there when someone in front of you is fuming in anger? You are so weird,” I aggressively comb my hair, “you are just so unbelievable!”

Just more questions. And then it slips out—low, without warning, like truth sneaking past my better judgment. “I’ll say one thing, Ava,” I mutter. “Keep that thirsty dog on a leash... and out of reach.” My fingers tap against the chair’s edge as I lean back. “He still has a crush on you.” And I hate how much that prickles under my skin.

Do I say something to break whatever hold I seem to have on him? I can just imagine Kelly yelling at me “Girl, yes! Let that fine ass man stare at you!” In all honesty, she’d probably slap me in the back of the head for all my self doubting thoughts. It’s a little unnerving. Not because it’s creepy but it’s starting to feel like it’s moving into serious crush territory. I don’t know if I’m ready for that. In all honesty, I don’t know what to think about it. Distract him. Distract him, you idiot.

Soheila whispered to herself. (Do I have a crush on him? Well, my friend said that a crush is entirely different from what they call love. And one time, my friend told me that she had a crush on a man because of his looks.) "So, I might have fallen in love with his looks. However, that does not mean that I trust him 100%. He's way too dangerous and powerful. I'm too weak against him if one day he gets angry with me." (If I see him again, I won't let him take advantage of me. Hmph!)

You're thinking about your crush? 'Zee, I keep telling you. I don't do crushes oo. I want to read self.' She rolled her eyes, one of the things she does most. 'Read ko, reader ni. First day of school and you already have things to read. Take it easy dear.' I kept staring at her as if she has two horns. She smiled coyly and moved closer. 'Talking about crushes, what about that fine guy I saw in your school the other time?'

I’m even expecting for him to like pop a fuse and just combust in shame. “I don’t have a crush on you—go and fuck your conceited self.” He grumbled while folding the laundry in the living room as we watch some classic series of Tom and Jerry. If anyone has some kind of issue with what we are watching—they could fuck off. I fucking love Tom and Jerry. “You know, it’s really okay to have a crush on me, I mean, it’s just a crush. It’s not like we’re gonna have se—“

I growled in frustration because I could still hear his loud music so I just covered my ears with my pillow. Then suddenly, I felt something hit my feet. I slowly got up and saw that it was the crumpled paper that I threw on him. He threw it back at me! I picked the paper from my bed and opened it only to find words written on it. "Wifi password for a kiss?" What the fuck?! I felt my cheeks burning really hot and I just stared at the paper like I was a fool. I kept reading it again and again making sure that I wasn't dreaming.