Gym Crush Artinya Novels & Stories

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

Mia If I were asked why I'm here, my reply is to fulfill a promise, so welcome to my diary. I am Mia, a nerd and that quiet girl who doesn't even exist or get noticed. However, I have a friend, Nicole who has a crush that doesn't know she even exist either and currently she's going for a heart surgery but have refused. Why? That's because she wants this crush to be hers at all cost. I had to make a promise that I watch over him for her, stalk him, learn everything about him while she gets her surgery done in America.

"Sounds like a lot to process. I'm off to the library to hit the books." I grabbed my backpack and bolted. Behind me, Amber's voice turned venomous. "Well, look at Miss Grad School, acting like she's above us. She'll just be another wage slave." Ruby piled on. "Total nerd. Aces tests but flops in life. If she's too cool for us, we don't need her."

There was loud music, dancing and drinking. “Yoo-Mi, Josh! You have to play with us!” Ara giggled. She’s already wasted. “Play what?” Yoo-Mi asked looking around. Mark who was sitting at the ground answered. “We’re playing flip, sip or strip.” “What is that?” she asked innocently and my eyes furrowed. She can’t play anything like that, she can’t drink. She doesn’t drink. And it’s a pointless game to just get drunk or naked.

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

Girlie go down, North to South Shey you gree, I no fit shout, ay, yeah Bounce your body or we bounce you out Omo no scream, no to shout, ay No loud am, no loud am (Scope dat thing) Naija boy, me nuh fear nothin' (fear nothin') Me, I'm like money I dey smell like mints In a convoy every day flaunting Yoruba demon, I dey knack anything Burning the midnight weed and rizzler And I uncork mi rifle just to ease her Gina, better quick stop da tease her Give what belongs to Caesar, to Caesar Wiggle dat booty and whine for me So crazy you driving me Girly put it on me nicely She riding it, I'm sliding it Spread your two legs slightly Or mama spread them so widely Caribbean girl want die for me She ha

said Roy while showing the waiter what we ordered. "Well, Clarisa said you were into martial arts; what do you like?" Roy asked while looking at me with calm eyes. To be honest, this makes me nervous. I'm not used to being stared at by a guy with eyes like this. "Em, I'm studying Pencak Silat. I don't understand the variety of martial arts. I met someone who could teach me Pencak Silat, so I learned it." Roy nodded slowly, trying to understand what I meant.

Typical Jamaal, I decided to ask him the one question that has been lingering on my mind. Me: Who do you like, is it me or your crush? Two minutes passed, three minutes also passed. I tapped my fingers on my laptop as I waited for his reply. Mystery man: To be honest with you, I'm in a dilemma concerning this. You are my crush to and I like you both. Me: Ouu.... I like you too, I think I'm attached to you. I groaned after I clicked on sent, won't that make me sound cheap.