I Hate Having A Crush Novels & Stories

"What, memorized my name out of everyone's? Got a crush?" "No way."

Whenever I close my eyes, the kiss starts replaying and the damn butterflies start their Zumba dance all over again! Even after he hurt me by calling me "Entertainment" my stupid self still likes him. He has those strong attractive vibes around him that attracts me to him like desperate single bee ready to mingle! Let’s just say I still have a crush on my bully. Hey! It's not a bad thing! Crushes are the reason being single is not utterly boring. Trrrrr....Trrrr.... Can anyone please stop my horrible alarm clock?! I opened my eyes, frustrated and pressed it to shut.

"Rish." "Then... Then it hurts me when I see you and Nicole. You're really bad for me. You're so dumb." I sniffed. "I saw you with her. I don't understand why it's like a knife stabbing my chest. I'm in so much pain. Having a crush on you might be an understatement. And it's so bad for me because you're an idol."

I stared at the thin air and gently placed my right hand on my left chest. Damn. What is really wrong with me? Fine, I have a crush on him! I've had my share of crushes before, but it wasn't this intense! I am always composed around them and I am not this clumsy. With him around, I feel like I'd always end up embarrassing myself! I hate it! Also, with my past crushes, I always get over them immediately. Now, I don't freaking know! It's been weeks and I still react the same! It didn't fade, even just a bit.

Kieran sat beside me and started reminiscing on his own. "In high school, you were everyone's dream girl. So many guys had crushes on you, but Flynn was like a flyswatter—anyone who got close to you, he smacked them away. "He blocked every single guy who tried to give you love letters or ask you out for meals. If you were to tell me that he didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't believe it for a second."

You're once the ultimate crush. Yikes. I hate that. . c.m. louden

I hated that sister of his more, because had it not been for her, everything would have been okay and that guy wouldn't have slapped me. Weirdly, the more I regretted everything that happened, the more my crush on him kept on increasing. I didn't even know how that was possible. It had really started to get out of hand. I must stop all these. I couldn't let this crush turn into something else. I must start hating that guy. "Arhhhh!!!" I exclaimed and sighed, frustratingly. "I must hate him, I must make sure that crush fades. I must make sure the memory of him turns to ashes." I chanted.

I had always heard so many amazing things about him, but I didn't foresee having a crush on him. I mean, is that what this is? A crush? What I feel is way worse than this. His scent is driving me out of my mind, the sound of his baritone voice when he speaks is just so enchanting and whenever I hear girls giggling and thirsting over him, it aggravates me so much that I have to restrain myself from ripping off their limbs. There's no way this is just a crush, there's just no way. Something is happening to me and I better -

He is not nice at all. She uttered a blasé "hmm" in response. If you want me to support this crush, you're going to have to show me that you're capable of doing better than that. I clenched my teeth. "There's no such thing as a crush, Samantha. It's just...I can't really explain it. Insanity that is only temporary."

“All of that… because of a crush? A crush you had on me?” “Not a crush,” Jax corrected, his voice dropping to a raw, vulnerable rasp. He leaned down, his forehead gently touching mine. “It was never just a crush. It was an obsession. A sickness. You were under my skin from the moment you turned back into the rain for me. I hated it. I hated you for making me feel it. And I hated myself more for not being able to stop.”