I Hate Having A Crush Novels & Stories

“If you have something to say, say it.” “Could you possibly have a crush?” Once again, shock rolls through me as her words dangle in the air between us. Crush. Did I have a fucking crush? No. I didn’t. How could I possibly have a crush on someone I barely knew? “I know that Trina really hurt you in the past, but you can’t…” “Don’t bring her up,” I growl, slamming my hand on the table. “Things with Trina have been long over.”

she had a crush on me "You had a crush on me" a nerd OMG, how can a nerd actually had a crush on me, well I am ladies type every one of them want a piece of me, they all earn my touches like you do nerd He said arrogantly, but what can I do about you nerd, I am sorry I had to break your heart, but I am not interested in you and stop having a stupid crush on me because it's can never happen between us, and you ain't my type to begin with he smirked as he continues

That was stupid, how could anyone like or love me, it was unrealistic. Having a crush was a kind of sweet torture, they swam inside your head all day and night and you day dreamed of their messages popping up on your screen. It was a kind of feeling, that was entirely new to me, a sweet nostalgic one. I picked the phone again and smiled as I looked for any messages. There weren’t any. A force that was above me kept on moving my fingers around the screen. I moved from one app to another, scrolling for no good reason before moving to tictok app. The first video was of a cute girl and guy dancing together, with three hundred thousand likes in the past two hours. I hated happy people, happy coup

Tall and slender, with a fair complexion and smooth features, I was dressed in a gray tracksuit and sneakers. My short black hair, a little overgrown, was almost covering my eyes. My delicate face made it hard for people to tell if I was a guy or a girl. Because of this face, countless girls had confessed to me since I was young. But the thing was, I was actually a girl, so I could not accept their confessions. Besides, I already have a crush on a guy. It was just that my family situation was too complicated, and we were not meant to be together.

I wanted to show her that I was beyond pissed off. My throat hurts so fucking bad, and the single tear that falls onto my cheek startles me. I collapsed onto my knees, my eyes squeezing shut as a soft cry leaves my lips. My shoulders shaking, I burried my face in my hands. I am so coward! And I really hate myself. I’m a fucking bastard! I gripped my chest harshly as more of my tears fell to the ground below. After taking some time to calm myself, I went back to my room and turned on the light, and realized there was a black suitcase. Who owned this?

I sighed and rolled my eyes as amara smacked his arm before scolding him. "Was she talking to you in the first place? And what's the 'girls and their problems' supposed to mean? It's not our business and problem that your crush doesn't like you back." Amara ended with sarcastic air quotes as she look him up and down from beneath her eye lashes before brushing him off like an annoying fly. She rambled on and on as I zoned out again day dreaming about Silas, like I always doing, consciously and unconsciously.

It’s already bad enough that I am crushing so badly on him and I only see him in a few classes every day and after school when we do our homework together. I don’t think my heart could take it. What if he meets a Parisian girl? They’re all supposed to be like models and so sophisticated. Definitely my heart would break and then the whole secret I’ve got going on about crushing on Liam will be out in the open. He’ll laugh at me and tell me I’m being stupid having a crush on him, we’re best friends after all.

Ivy was completely off the mark, but I couldn't exactly tell her the truth. "Ewwwww," I immediately frowned, my eyebrows drawing together as a hot wave of genuine irritation washed over me. "I do not have a crush on that total jerk, Ivy. Trust me, if you actually knew what he was like behind closed doors—I mean, from what I've heard—you wouldn't be saying something so completely ridiculous. He is the most frustrating, selfish human being on the planet."

"So there's no special someone? Not even someone you are attracted to or anything?" I honestly didn't know how to answer his question. Sure I find men attractive, but I don't really have a...crush on anyone...At least I think I don't. The word "crush" is a perfect example of what happens to your heart when nothing goes planned with that certain someone, which is majority of the time. Love is...bullshit. "No, there isn't. I'm not attracted to anyone right now either. And even if I were, it wouldn't be any of your business."

And I let that kiss make me build pipe dreams in a fool's paradise. What an idiot I've become. Tears streaked down my face as I watched them, can't the heavens have mercy and spare me all these? It's becoming too much to handle in just one day. And I know it shouldn't hurt this much because I saw it coming all along, but it does. I hate him, so much and this stupid crush of mine too. "Hey, you shouldn't be watching that." I know that voice, and the chest I get hugged into is one that's fast becoming very familiar to me.