Dares About Crushes Novels & Stories

Tobi complained feigning annoyance. They were about to argue when Ifeyinwa intervened and answered the question. "Guys,no need to argue,I'm okay with the questions,Yes,I do have a crush in our school"Ifeyinwa said half blushing. "My crush is Jace"She finally confessed blushing hard after a while of suspense. After her confession,I didn't know whether to be angry, sad or happy for her as a friend,I wasn't sure of the emotion to feel.The game continued with different confessions made and dangerous dares like lap dances, drinking alcohol,showing parts of your body etc.

"What about it?" "I was so embarrassed because ... C'Mon"He probs gently I have a crush on you."I say as quietly as possible. Say what?"I heard him say I have a huge crush on you Damien"I say out loud, maybe a little too loud because I could feel eyes on our table. Typical of me to bash it all"I sigh out. He froze right at the same time I did. I hadn't meant to just...vomit it out like that.

“Oh, that? It’s just for fun. and it’s just a dare.” “Fun? Dare? Hmm ... Nice one, Tamara. Thanks because you just made me more famous and introduced me to every one of you here. And I’m glad knowing that their beautiful and famous campus queen is cheering for me to win the game. That’s a very nice dare, huh? But maybe you're not just my fan, but also you have a crush on me too?” Magnus still grinned while staring into my eyes. “Oh, boy. I said it’s just for fun! Did you hear me? So, do not assume. Because I don't have a crush on you and I will never? I won't like you!”

I sat on the floor wailing. Camera flashes went off—paparazzi? Influencers? Damian clamped a hand over my mouth. He carried me on his shoulders despite my protests and kicking. “We’re in public. Stop your game please.” He snarled. I couldn’t breathe. I’m dead. I can’t be dead. I have only slept with five guys and I planned fifty... I’m yet to achieve my goal. My crush from class… I didn’t get to send him the love letter.

I totally want to go so I get to see my crush. The boy of my dreams. Oh so dreamy. 'Snap out of it dumbass. He doesn't even acknowledge you'. I thought to myself. He has been my crush since when I was 15 years old. We went to the same school. Anyway on my way to school I saw my bestfriend Amy. Waving at me. She's so sweet. We grew up together and she knew all my secrets. We tell each other everything. Yeah she had a sleepover with her boyfriend so he dropped her off at school. If you're wondering.

Getting lost in their private way of silent communication that makes it obvious they are very deeply in love. “What about you? Any crushes on anyone but me?” Dane catches me around the waist, distracting me from their lovey-ness as I stand at the head of the bar, and nuzzles into me from behind. There’s an undertone of humor and teasing, and I know he’s not serious. He’s been in my room enough to know I have zero celeb crushes. “The list is too long to know where to start.” I tease back at him and get a squeeze in retaliation. Both of us know it’s a joke.

I thought "Julia, your turned, truth or dare." "Truth!" "Who is your crush in your class?" He asked. "Ray Craig!" She screamed, louder than expected, Ray stared at her in confusion, I turned and looked at Emerald, that was now her turn since the bottle was in front of her. "Dare!" She picked before they even asked her. "I dare you to show Alex your undies." "That's easy." She said, and the next thing she straddled Alex pulling her wore up a bit for it to be visible to Alex.

Davis had the kind of face people noticed instantly: sharp jawline, messy dark hair, and bright blue eyes that stood out so much they almost didn’t look real. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he had that effortless college-boy charm that made girls stare a little too long whenever he walked past. Honestly, I still didn’t understand why everyone was obsessed with him… but then again, maybe I was just used to seeing his face every day. “Don’t call me that,” I said as he pulled me into a hug, laughing and messing up my hair. “Stop it. I’m not a kid… where were you?” “I was busy with something,” he said.

"Aren't you the one who's always saying she's only ten on paper?" "Who dafuq sent you? Seriously, how did you end up in my life? My hands were already full with her bullshit, but you only make it worst." The asshole just grinned and kept paging through the magazine he was pretending to read with his nosy ass. "That's coming out of your cut." "Are you sure? Because she's about to triple that if I know her." "How is she gonna do that? Mengele don't know shit about the music industry." He gave me a look that spoke volumes. Hitler's youth know shit about every damn thing. "Fine, but why are we doing this now?"