My Crush Hates Me Novels & Stories

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."

“I want to believe you, Am. I really do. As your best friend, who wants nothing but the best for you, I think you should get rid of this ten-year-old toxic crush. But honestly, there’s also a reason why you’ve had this crush for this long!” “I hate you too!” I cried loudly. Snatching more tissues off the tissue box, I buried my crying face in them and wailed hard. “Okay,” she finally softened, “then this person you hate is going to put a bandage on your split heart.” “How?” I choked in pathetic tears. “What better way to kill a heartache than poison?” “I don’t do drugs!” I wailed hard again. “I don’t mean drugs, you idiot!” “You think I’m stupid too!” My anguish burst like water from a broke

Madeline: “What?” Graham looked confused. I rubbed my face in my hands, trying to calm my nerves. It felt like I had woken up and chosen violence today. “I mean, Graham, I don’t want to do anything that could ruin my relationship with my husband. I love him,” I said quickly, correcting myself even though I didn’t need to. He should know that having a crush on someone and then being betrayed like that stops a person from feeling anything for them.

Chapter sixty four. Evelyn's POV. I couldn't help but ask, "Hate who?" Alex's face was twisted in anger, but he remained silent. My eyes darted between the both of them. “Answer me!” I stood there, trying to play it cool as Alex dropped the bombshell: "My crush." I muttered a casual "Ohhhh," but inside, I felt a pang of hurt that I couldn't shake off. Why was I feeling this way? I shouldn't be.

Sometimes, I wondered why she became friends with me, seeing that I was 'mid' —as classified by Hailey. "You walked in so upset. Don't tell me it has to do with your crush." She gave a lopsided smile, folding her arms. "Excuse me? What? I would rather drown myself in the ocean than ever look at him that way. I would rather remain single and die alone. Crush, my foot." As I was talking about him, he walked inside and sat at the far end of the class. "I hate him." I hissed, wishing I could just snap his head off his neck.

He who angers you conquers you. ~Elizabeth Kenny Charlotte "Who might this 'arrogant ass jerk face' be?" the woman I had just vented out to asked air quoting the names I called Anthony. "His my crush," I sighed feeling stupid, "I know it's pathetic, I'm a grown ass woman who still has a crush and complains about him like a high school teenager," I rumbled on and on. "but it's not my fault the bastard doesn't like me the way I do him, who am I kidding, he’ll never like me in that way, he only tolerates me because of my family." I laughed at how pathetic I was.

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

Mom argued. I lost my temper and stood abruptly from the table. “We were kids then, Mom. Kids! How many times do you have to say it? It was a harmless crush. We were five. We weren't even teenagers. Can you stop saying the crush thing already? I am sick of it!” I spat. “No! No, I won't!” her voice roared. I inhaled and breathed out calmly. “See. This is the problem! You always want things to go your way even if nobody likes it. What the fuck is your problem?!”

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.”

To movh her even more, I laugh out loudly a laugh that makes me look all confused. “ Why are you even laughing? I thought it was clear.” “ And I wouldn't help but laugh at you. When will you even learn that having a crush doesn't mean that the other person loves you as well. ” “ Who are you to decide anything?” she responds out of anger squeezing my hand to the point that I can feel some pain. “ Let go " I yell out which makes her let go of my hand. I don't wait for any more words. I just storm away from her. She is insane.