School Crush Novels & Stories

And still, every bit the sun my world revolved around. Michael wasn’t just a school crush, he was everyone’s dream. Tall, charming, kind with a voice that could talk a teacher out of homework and a smile that looked like it belonged on magazine covers. And me? Just the awkward, glasses-wearing girl in the third row who had loved him in silence since sixth grade. That crush had clung to me like second skin for four years and it was ending anytime soon, I knew that. I still remembered the day he noticed me, really noticed me. It was years ago, when Vanessa and her clique cornered me behind the cafeteria. My books had been kicked down, my glasses knocked sideways

Then one day he got jumped after school, and I jumped in too—caught a few punches for it. After that, something shifted between us. By midterms, my grades were climbing, so I treated him to dinner. The fried wings were insane. Out of habit from my old life, I picked one up and held it to his mouth. "Whoa, she's feeding him? My teeth hurt already." "For real. Even our class couples don't act this clingy." Of course it had to be Henry, Danny, and Peggy walking in right then. Henry's face went dark. He spun around. "Andrea, wow. Don't ever come crawling back to me."

Instead, he looked out over the city. “You shouldn’t let people like him get to you,” he said after a while. “I don’t,” I replied. “That didn’t look like ‘not getting to you.’” I sighed softly. “You know what the worst part is?” I said. “It’s not the insults. It’s the way people look at you after they hear the word scholarship. Like suddenly you don’t belong in the same room.” Odell’s jaw tightened slightly. “They’re idiots.” “Maybe,” I said with a small smile. “But there are a lot of them.”

A wide smile crept up on my face. Rodney Shaw was all i have, although, I only get to meet him in my dreams and most times, I talk to his pictures whenever i am depressed. But I was still glad that I am fortunate to see him in my dreams, some ladies might even be praying to be in my shoes. I didn't quite fancy cute guys or something, but I guess there's something that got me connected to Rodney. For Crush sake! I've been crushing on this guy since I was little and I never for once met him. Pathetic, right?

But can she? As she walked through the hallway, her mind flashed back to when she had her first crush. It was during her sophomore year and it was on one of her seniors in 12th grade who was a typical bad boy. It was a secret between Joy and her. Since she has gotten over her feelings for the senior before he graduated, she has promised not to develop feelings for any bad boy. The second one occurred yet again after moving to 11th grade yet on the school popular bad boy. Now, the 3rd one was on Zack who she detest ever having feelings for, because she feels he plays a mind game.

Josh was getting giddy beside me and I couldn't contain my happiness. "Shut up Josh, he might hear us." I warned him because Jeonghan and his friends were just two tables away from us. I don't want him to know that we were talking about him. Seconds later, a girl just sat on his lap and gave him a sloppy kiss. Bitch! My heart clenched and I felt like I was going to cry. I felt jealous. I felt pain. That girl was no other than Brittany, the team's flirty cheerleader. "Oh great! That bitch just couldn't control her raging hormones." Josh rolled his eyes as he watched them kissing in front of many students inside the cafeteria.

I got up on the wrong foot this morning. I saw Rachel coming toward us. Things just keep getting better and better don't they? Rachel is another one of my classmates who has a not-so-secret crush on Eric since forever "Hi guys" She said in an even more annoying tone than that of Eric .Her excessive girly manners drove me nuts each time he has this way of talking to me while I was with someone and made sure to great them first and try to catch my attention because otherwise I would just ignore her presence and walk away. She can be clingy and annoying at an unbelievable level and sometimes even more than what I can bear.

She said to her friends as she swung her backpack over her shoulders, leaving me to sulk on my shame. I was ignored and laughed at, the girl that badly wanted to be friends with Lisa. Little did they know that we shared a kiss over the spring while they were busy with the Easter celebrations. "About us, I'm sorry we can't be friends" She had whispered, once her friends had turned around as she walked up to them. I wiped angrily at a tear while my young heart shattered into a million pieces but that's the goddamn thing about middle school crushes, they never really last.

Damn! "Oh, really? Me? Don't know her? I f*cking own the person, Dude. So, just stay away from her because she's mine. End of story." She asserted calmly but with fire. And students are gathering around us. Sh*t, they're making a scene here because of me. "You're just a f*cked-up b*tch cheerleader, Rivers. And Claire over here is a better person than any of you girls in this academy." He noted, and I think he's gonna spill it.

With a resounding slam, I exit the house and commence my journey towards school, my footsteps echo my determination to face the day ahead. It's incredibly frustrating how I can never seem to catch a lucky break. I find myself muttering under my breath, feeling the weight of my frustration evident in my voice. To make matters worse, as soon as I enter the school, I unintentionally collide with the infamous "Bitch Squad." "Hey, check it out, it's the freak attempting to boost her image!" Sara, a devoted member of the Bitch Squad, exclaims as she points and bursts into laughter.