School Crush Novelas e Histórias

Chelsea from my English class was behind me in line, smiling like we were friends instead of people who'd maybe said three words to each other all semester. "Yeah. Hi." "You getting those for Damian?" She nodded at the chips. My face went hot. "What?" "The salt and vinegar chips. I saw you grab them." Her smile got wider. "Everyone knows those are his favorite. It's sweet that you remembered." "I didn't—I'm not—" "It's okay. Half the school has a crush on him." She laughed. "Good luck with that, though. I heard he's not really into the whole..." She gestured vaguely at me. "You know."

I hate people that celebrate beautiful people for doing the bare minimum. He’s different though he’s beautiful and intelligent. He cares about his grades, he has interests outside of his friends and he can hold a conversation a like normal person. “Are you staring at your secret crush again?” my best friend Kelly says coming to sit next to me. I snap back to reality at the sound of her voice. When the noise around me starts to filter through my head I realize where I am, I’m sitting at a table at the school cafeteria. There are hundreds of school kids walking around and screaming at each other.

He was the crush of most girls and sadly she could include herself in that group. He was perfect in every way from his brown wavy hair to his tall height to his deep voice. Xavier was in a few of her classes and had sat next to her in Physics for an entire semester. She had been too shy to speak to him outside of relaying practical instructions and answers to questions. Xavier had never bullied her so she still had a crush on him. Other crushes on boys had fizzled out fast once they had become bullies or supported others in being mean to her. Clara wasn’t naive enough to assume that Xavier was completely innocent and unknowing either.

I don't know if it would end up being something more. Oh well. "It's just a crush." I replied. "Hm, tell me about him." She pressed lightly while I nodded my head again. "He's a guy I met in school, he's not much of a talker, he also smiles a lot." I stopped for a moment to let out a sigh before continuing.

"Your heart, Kira, be careful. How's your heartbeat? Have you been hit by cupid’s arrow again?" "I've been hit for a long time, you’re crazy. No one will move on! GO PATRY!" I still shouted because I know the other students don't care about us. She burst out laughing. "I know you! You don't really plan to move on!" I started shouting and cheering at Patry. I'm really like the people next to us who cheered for Grade 10 instead of our representative in Grade 11. Our representatives also have looks but, of course I will support my crush more. Hahaha! No one will move on when he’s that handsome, I like it! Fragile heart it is!

A group of mean girls who seemed to have forgotten that we were no longer in high school and never knew how to act accordingly. In the very beginning, when I was trauma-seeking, their names would always show up in mentions with my ex and his wife. They made for a very happy bunch back then, but I haven't heard anything about them lately since, even with the success of my newly released single, I've still steered clear of all social media.

Oh, I hate him so much. I exited her office feeling more miserable. Everything about this marriage feels surreal. I can’t believe that in a few days, I would be walking on the aisle to get married to Damian Delance. With drooping shoulders, I walked to my next class…when I heard snickers from a group of boys. I looked at them confused. I could tell that they were the bad boys of Euphoren high. One of them came and pushed the hoodie cap from my head. “Hey, Sarah,"

Unable to remain in their presence and continue bearing the embarrassment, I wiped off the tear stain on my cheek and returned to my hostel to bawl my eyes out in the comfort of my room since Layla, my roommate, would be absent. I buried my face in my pillow, allowing the tears to roll down uncontrollably. Since grade 7, I have had a crush on Clement. I always admired him from afar; being the class nerd, I couldn't summon the courage to walk up to him or express my feelings. When he left Crest Strides High School at the end of the session, I thought I'd never see him again and felt like a fool for not expressing my feelings, but fate brought us back when we coincidentally enrolled at the sam

"Ugh, let’s not talk about it anymore. Look, there’s Gino and his friends again." I followed Savina’s gaze toward the front of our classroom, where the school’s varsity players were hanging out by the tree box, singing and playing around. I couldn’t help but glance at the boy strumming his guitar. I’d never forgotten him. He helped me on my first day of school, and he was the reason Shiela got even angrier at me. That boy was Chase, Shiela’s ultimate crush. I quickly averted my gaze when Chase suddenly looked in our direction. My heart raced, and my palms started to sweat.

Ashford. There's a thin line between a crush and a stalker. And I learnt that line in Highschool quite early on. Sometimes, I couldn't tell if the people who let themselves intentionally bump into me were crushes or stalkers. Most times, I felt they leaned more into the latter. I guess now I can see why I always felt so. I take a chilly sip of my fruity punch as I watch the exchange in front of me with something akin to interest and annoyance.