Que Es Un Crush Novels & Stories

Like some kind of teenager reacting when their crush messages them. This is not good.

I walked through the forest, a little faster than normal, my breath coming in pants and my pulse thrumming through me from head to toe. What was that back there? I mean, I’d seen my share of cute guys, but this one…. He had me questioning what the word ‘crush’ meant! I felt, I don’t know, different with him and it was driving me crazy, trying to pinpoint what it was about him. The way he looked at me though. I think it may be some time before I can get his eyes out of my head.

The way he laughed when he thought no one was paying attention all soft, unguarded, real instead of the cold steady mask he portrays on the outside and in public. These were the things that ruined me. At first, I tried to convince myself it was just a silly crush. It’s nothing more than that and crushes are harmless, temporary. They pass if you don’t feed them. That’s what people say, anyway. So I waited, I hoped, I even prayed But mine didn’t pass. It stayed. It settled into me like some sort of twisted obsession. That’s when I realized that this wasn’t just a crush anymore. That the type of feelings I felt was quiet, Patient and sort of Humiliating in way.

Hailey: You better don’t keep me waiting, I'm almost at your house. Chloe smiled at the text and then she shook her head. Hailey sure was interested in the ice cream Zach promised. She knew she had a crush on him, and hoped that it wasn’t something serious, because she couldn't become some "you don’t have to cry anymore” kind of friend. She sighed as she typed her response. Chloe: I just got out of the shower. Shouldn't you come upstairs to come to help me out, or do you prefer I look like a spider?

It made her look like a drag queen the way her chest tried to escape that pitiful excuse for a top. "Yeah, except it's all rather deceptive, don't you think? Nothing like a foundation built on a pile of crumbling lies-that's stable. And let's not forget, he didn't kiss me back, V." She leaned back on the couch and understanding washed over her features-she finally got it.

"Please. You crushed on me for years. No way you flipped that fast. I know what this is—you're jealous I'm close with that scholarship girl. So you're using him to get back at me—" I didn't hear the rest. Because when I turned, Noah was at the door, face cold as ice. And my heart just dropped.

No matter how many times I changed my phone number, that woman would always know how to contact me. I wished whatever she saw on me would disappear. She had no idea what kind of man she was dealing with. "She said that when you have a crush on someone, it means that you like that person. I like you, Uncle Hawk. Does that mean I have a crush on you?" My steps faltered. "I'm sure Miss Nathalia talked about it romantically." "Romantically? What is that, Uncle Hawk?" I scratched my forehead, not knowing how to explain it to him. I was not good at explaining things. I was only good at showing them.

They were scarless- I didn't have any cuts on them because I never had the guts to cut myself but I had the guts to do much worse. I'm looking at the white powder I have crushed on the corner of the sink and I know I shouldn't but I lean in and snort in a whole line before I start crushing the rest of the it, eager to have it in my system as my hands shake in anxiety and I hurry up before anyone sees me. After I'd snorted all of it I laid on the floor, letting the drug take over me and make me happy. I loved it. I loved coke. It's nothing bad, it's nothing bad really, it's just...it's just medicine.

Ying Yue pinched his shoulders as hard as she could, her lips curved upwards in an evil smile, "Why am I even feeling guilty? I should've kicked your balls much earlier. Even if you're my crush, you are not supposed to take advantage of me like that." Little did she know that the single word 'crush' coming out of her mouth made his seven worldviews crash down at once. 'C... Crush?' The revelation gave him such a big shock that he immediately turned around, almost forgetting about his actions at that moment. He had an impulse to grab her ask what the hell was she talking about. But he was supposed to be asleep, the realization hit him hard. All his gathered courage flew away like a punctured

I had crushes. I remember having a crush on William Santos back in Elementary because he knows how to comprehend while reading. But it didn’t last long because apparently, the guy is a jerk. I saw him punching another girl in my class and it was awful. It made me pledge not to ever have a crush on him.