Synonym Crush Novels & Stories

, Anna explained with a sigh as she pulled at her fries "Intimidate Vanessa? Last?", Kaylee repeated in disbelief "I am not trying to intimidate Vanessa or anything. What's all these?", Kaylee asked dropping her cutlery loudly on the table She looked at Anna when she did not reply and found her smiling in amusement. "What are you so amused about?", Kaylee asked before looking in the direction of where Anna was looking. A grin appeared on Kaylee's face as she teased Anna. "You have a crush on that guy, don't you?", Anna turned to face Kaylee and she met her raising a brow at her with a smile on her face as she teased her.

It's not a bad thing I must say, it's normal! Weird thing about this crush or infatuation thing is that it's stupid, yes it is and I'll say it again, "ITS DUMP"! You want to know why? Let me tell you, a crush is a very strong but brief feeling of love. Being strong means you may find yourself having done serious and foolish stuff in the name of love that isn't even real, ask me I know, am a living testimony. Sometimes you may even get to lose what's more valuable in your life all because of a crush, people do fight with their wives and husbands over a 'crush' you know what am saying.

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.

if only mum knows that he happens to be my crush from highschool well he seems good, you know I haven't worked with him yet we just melt today so I don't know how good or bad he is yet. I definitely wasn't lying about that, because we might have gone to the same highschool but we didn't know each other more than the name, so I really wasn't lying when I said I don't know how good or bad he is yet.

However, the confusion infected poor Midnight, going from Ryder to him, spreading evenly between them. "Didn't you say you had a crush on him?" What is going on? Do you or do you not like that guy? May I hope or dig a hole and bury myself there? "Aha." Ryder smiled realizing where Midnight misunderstood her. "Having a crush doesn't mean I like him. I have to know him and have feelings for him to be called 'liking'. Having a crush only means that I'm interested in him. That interest can lead to me liking him, being only friends with him or it can also lead to nothing. It depends on what kind of person he is."

Kieran sat beside me and started reminiscing on his own. "In high school, you were everyone's dream girl. So many guys had crushes on you, but Flynn was like a flyswatter—anyone who got close to you, he smacked them away. "He blocked every single guy who tried to give you love letters or ask you out for meals. If you were to tell me that he didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't believe it for a second."

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes as amara smacked his arm before scolding him. "Was she talking to you in the first place? And what's the 'girls and their problems' supposed to mean? It's not our business and problem that your crush doesn't like you back." Amara ended with sarcastic air quotes as she look him up and down from beneath her eye lashes before brushing him off like an annoying fly. She rambled on and on as I zoned out again day dreaming about Silas, like I always doing, consciously and unconsciously.

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.