Dares About Crushes Novels & Stories

I've been hiding my excellent grades from my childhood friend, Oliver Barton, for years because of his jealousy. A day before the college entrance exam, he comes clean to me and admits that he's been taking private tutoring lessons without my knowledge for the past three years. His grades are good, and he plans to go to an elite college after graduating high school. I stand there, stunned, listening to his every word. "Viv and I both have excellent grades. There'll soon be even more in common between us both after we go to the same college in Haven City. "Once we're in college, we'll tutor you seriously so you can also get into a better college after you repeat your year." He and my bes

I knew that my sister wouldn't care for me even if I was telling her the truth. She was blind to his love, wealth and power. I was also afraid that she will turn a blind eye every time he cheats on her. I learnt my mistake when Ella threw her shoe at me for being a jealous bitch. From that day on I was silent. The crush also seemed to die after seeing him sucking off some model's lips in a restaurant. I briefly wondered why he would do that in a public place? Wasn't he afraid that Heidi will find out? Maybe he also knew the power of his billions. Who knows? But recently the dead crush started to come out of the ground I buried it.

An there'd be less comparison. I'm not even sure I should be telling you this, but I have never had a crush before. Well, at least I've not crushed on someone I can actually have before. I usually crush on celebrities and the like, not on any guy I've seen face to face. Or girl. I've just never had a real crush before.

"That was scarily accurate." "I've had a lot of practice." Chris took a bow from where he sat. Then I lost a hand, and Audric's grin turned entirely too pleased with itself. "Truth or dare?" "Truth. I don't trust any of your dares." "Smart." He considered for a second. "Who was your first crush? Before any of us. Actual first crush." "Oh, absolutely not, this is humiliating." I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. "It was a boy band member. I was eleven. I wrote his name in glitter pen on my binder."

“The trick is to appear natural or like you can’t see them. Completel-.” “So, hold on,” Beryl cut right in earning Daryl’s glare, “Who do you have a crush on?” Daffodil fiddled with the hem of her skirt, “I, It’s a small crush. It’ll go away. Should we really discuss this?” Beryl raised an eyebrow, “At least tell us who the man is?” “It’s that guy you said I drooled over,” Daryl supplied, realizing she sounded more like an immoral woman than she liked, “You know… the model-like guy we saw the first day? The reeeeeally hot one? The one whose face looked lik-.”

Èllīot forward at them. They both looked at him ,got up and stormed out of the cafeteria in anger. While they were gossiping about Dasha and her new car or like Violet described it!, her new pet. “Wait, you saw a guy and can not get him out of your head?!.” Violet asked and Dasha nodded helplessly. “Wow!.” Her tone went from ten to a two. “My baby got a crush!!.” And immediately back to ten and way past it, she shook Dasha.

I regretted it immediately and my heart began racing with fear. My dad's mouth fell open. "What! What guy? And why would you even do that to your sister, Esme?" "Dad, please forget about it. She doesn't want to admit her wrong and didn't even bother to apologize to me, but it's fine." "Don't listen to her, Dad," snapped Esme. "She's just being delusional. The guy in question never even liked her in that way. She was nursing a stupid crush on him, and that's all."

I only put it back on when I wouldn’t be smashing anyone. And part of the plan is to smash Scarlett. Let’s ride on.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.