Novel & Cerita My Crush Doesn't Like Me Back

She scowled. “Yet,” I added. “Nope, I don't think I plan on doing that, I have a huge crush on him, but the problem with me is I don't date my crushes, by the time they start reciprocating their feeling, I will lose interest,” She informed, I narrowed my eyes at her condition, admitting to the fact that she is not normal.

I turned to him and chuckled but he didn't turn, so I simply reverted my gaze back to the ceiling. “Well, the beating of the heart when the guy is around is the major thing, and then, blushing unnecessarily” I bit my lower lip. “The last crush I had was on a newbie who was even a junior by one level. He's probably a misogynist because the day he caught me blushing, he embarrassed me publicly” I laughed. “I stopped liking him after that. I guess my crush for him already expired. Like I said, my crush disappears in days and then my heart stops beating fast” I laughed again

Fuck I’d love to see her true curves if she fills out. I’ve never paid much attention to a female’s needs that I wasn’t related to, but I don’t hate it. There’s no reasoning to it, but Hannah isn’t the kind of female I could spend one night with and forget. I can’t even think about her trying to leave and it makes no sense. She’s nobody to me. *Is it the eyes? I think they’re throwing you off. Hmm, or her smell,* Crush says, confused.

“It's such a pity she doesn't like me back.” “She?” He looked up sharply, dropping his hand back. “Oh. I guess… Just give her some time.” He reached for the file next to his work laptop and opened it. “You don't expect your crush to like you back. It's a miracle when they do, but most times, that miracle doesn't happen. So don't get your hopes up.” Hearing him speak, I got this insane idea. I sat on the chair opposite him and leaned on the table, putting the innocent look I'd practised countless times in place.

"Do you like him?" Her question catches me off guard, and for a moment, I don’t know how to answer. I do like Damien as a crush but I don’t want to speak it out into the universe or tell anyone as I am scared that my crush for him will really manifest when clearly he’s not interested in me. "I don’t know," I admit quietly. "I don’t know if I like this version of him. The version who doesn’t look at me like I am his type of woman The version who shuts me out."

***ESTHER*** “You love that guy, don’t you?” Chris asks me as he takes the sip of his coffee. Love? Caden? Not even in my dreams. I am not mad to fall for the guy like him. I am not interested in guys in the first place and in the seconds place Caden isn’t the type of guy that I would like to have. “NO! That’s not it,” I open my both palms and shake it. “So, is he your crush?” he asks.

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 really liked you, Enora. You are so beautiful and cool and chill. I love your hair and eyes and you are really good at your work. You have no idea how badly it shattered me when you told me that you were interested in another guy and that the other guy wasn’t me. I really wanted it to be me.” I said nothing. I could only sigh. There was really nothing that I could do. I just didn’t feel the same about him. “You said you had a crush on me. Did… Did I do anything to make that crush disappear? Was it the kiss at Gina’s party? I came on too strong didn’t I?” I chuckled and shook my head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I guess that I was the problem. Like I said, I have been having some tough

“Brittney, I was wondering if you’d join me for a drink. There’s a place nearby.” The words felt surreal, as though I’d stepped into Someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe my boss, my high school crush, was asking me out. For a while, I just stood there, staring at him, my pulse racing in confusion. But as tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t accept. “I appreciate the offer,” I muttered, trying to steady my voice. “But I really can’t.” His brows furrowed slightly, but his face remained composed. “Can’t, or won’t?”

His eyes—steady, sharp. The ones who tried to laugh just looked stupid. The rest of the trip? Smooth. Not a single snide word after that. Still, I couldn't shake the thought that Noah might feel crushed by our totally different backgrounds. So I video-called my parents. "Mom, Dad, meet my boyfriend. He pays for his own tuition and living, barely has time to breathe, but still ranks first in our grade. Impressive, right?" I'd hit call too fast, and Noah just froze, staring at them.