Does She Have A Crush On Me Novels & Stories

she explained, scooping the last bite of food into her mouth like she needed something to chew on besides her guilt. I stared at her, listening to her loud chewing which I’d told her a thousand times not to do like a damn goat. She swallowed hard and dared to look at me. “Okay,” she sighed, shoulders dropping in defear. “I have a crush on him. I know he looked a little… odd, but he’s smart and kind, and he saved me multiple times from being bullied.” Interesting. “And?” I pressed. She bit her lower lip, nibbling it between her teeth. “It’s a vice versa thing.”

She started screaming and jumping up and down my bed from excitement, almost breaking my antique vase on my nightstand. "No, and he's not my lover." "Oh, he is. He has a crush on you." she gushed. "Crush are for little boys. He's a grown up man." "Age doesn't matter. A crush is a crush." she stated. I rolled my eyes and continued eating my spaghetti. "This is good. Your man can cook." "Of course." she smiled proudly. "I bet yours can too." "I don't have one." "Oh you will. Flynn will ask you on a date. Sooner or later. Mark my words."

How could she tell him that she has no boyfriend when I'm here? "You're not her boyfriend, are you?" My subconscious mind quickly asks me, and I bite my bottom lip in rage. "What if I told you that I don't have a boyfriend? That doesn't give you the right to still say that. I have a crush on someone anyway," She whispers the last part, but I still heard her anyway. Who does she have a crush on? "Really? Who is it? Is it me?" He quickly leans over to her desk and asks her.

One less thing for me to feel terrible about. “I’m sorry. I really am. You’re not mad at me, are you?” “I’ve known for years you had a crush on him.” She laughs at my gasp. “Please. He’d walk into the room, and your face would go bright red, and you’d start looking anywhere but at him. That’s a crush. And I mean, I guess I can’t blame you, even if it’s a little weird. But I’m not mad. I want you to be happy.”

I say “I… he's a good person and he treats me well.” She says, avoiding my gaze. “And?” “And what?” I ask, “You still haven't told me if you like him or not.” I mused. “I admit I have a crush on him. But that's all, nothing else, and it's just a crush, it'll die out after a while. So no big deal, okay?” She says, giving me a pointed look. “Hmm, okay. You're so sure this crush is going to wear off soon?”

I narrowed my eyes. "That's a lie." "Okay fine." She laughed. "I met a cute guy." "Of course you did." "He had great hair." "That shouldn't be your first requirement." "It absolutely should." She stole a sip from her drink. Then followed my gaze. Straight toward Christien. Her smile immediately returned. "Oh." "No." "Oh." "Stop." "You've been staring at him all night." I groaned. "You are exhausting." "I am observant." "You're nosy."

she says and I can see that she is telling me the truth. " I won't lie you that I didn't have a crush on him, I did have but I now take him as a brother " she adds to make me understand. "I thought you liked him " I go on a bit relieved that I didn't heart break her. "Tell me one thing" she says coming closer to where I am" do you have a thing for him ?" She adds asking me. Love him? A thing for him? I didn't thing about that. I just didn't think of anything like that at all. But wait , what do you think ? Like Layla, I have had a crush on him since he is a very good looking guy that any one girl can wish to date him, but being in love with him, I don't know !!!

A yes to this question drives you crazy. Waiting for her text. Waiting for her to come online on I*******m. "Does she like me, can she like me?" Crushing on someone can be really harmful that way. You tend to forget that he/she is just your crush. So, whenever they talk about their past with any other girl, it makes you super jealous and it is VERY OBVIOUS.

She was not about to reveal to her mom that she was considering being with him. "Nope, totally innocent." "What's that you don't have any crush?" Her mom gave her a horrified look. She shrugged. "So, mom what if I have a crush that's like Dan?" Her mom winked at her. "Yes?" "I never said it was him I said like him," she corrected. Her mom nodded. "I never said so too." "Alright, do you think if I have a crush like Dan it could work out between us?" "Why ever not?" Her mom asked with a frown.

“This time of year brings a lot of memories for him.” “Are they divorced?” “Worse, she passed away.” “Shit,” she said. “I know. He’s a lot different than I thought.” “He sounds too good to be true.” “Yeah,” I said distractedly. She bumped my arm and I looked over at her. Her eyes widened. “You have a crush on him.” “I do not!” “You do! Oh my god! Your eyes are practically sparkling right now.” “I do—” “Stop, don’t try to deny it. I’ve known you forever.”