Synonym Crush Novels & Stories

I lowered my gace, when suddenly I remembered that I talked to her like that. Before I could look down I felt a slap on my other cheek. I held my cheek. "Remember this bitch. Andrew. Is . Mine!. And leave him the fuck alone before I tell him that you have a crush on him". My eyes widened when she said that. How did she even know that I have a crush on Andrew. She must know the shock on my face. When she smirk and said. "Whats wrong?. Are you shocked". "How did you know?".I looked up at her and asked her in a low voice.

She scrunched her face, still hissing through her gritted teeth. “She’s with me now. Will you stop crushing my dream like that? Nothing happened between them.” “Yeah, for now.” Amy rolled her eyes upwards. “You can’t let your guard down with a harlot like her.” “Shut the fuck up, Amy. You’d better focus on your baby-making thing. Or should I replace you instead?” I forced a wry smile this time, managing to steel myself to counter her insults that I had been swallowing. Amy tightened her grip on her champagne glass. Oh no, don’t tell me she’s going to pour that champagne on me.

“Lucy and I, Neo Biggs, were once best friends. Many times, other students thought we were in a romantic relationship and this relayed my confidence to ask her out. Even though she declined, I still provided her with support in comprehending mathematical problems due to my brother’s expertise in calculus. I made sure Lucy got better at mathematics. By encouraging her to study more, she was able to surpass me in class and even received recognition for her exceptional performance among her classmates during her first year of high school. But, as soon as Micheal transferred to our school, Lucy started to care for less. She stopped studying with me and Micheal’s hobby became her hobby too.” “Yo,

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

“You have enemies, Matthew. You insult people daily. Maybe one of your rich friends finally got tired of you.” He leaned closer. “I don’t have proof,” he admitted quietly. “But I know it was you.” My pulse stayed steady. “Knowing and proving are two different things.” His voice dropped. “You embarrassed me.” “You embarrass yourself,” I corrected softly. His face hardened. “You’re nothing here,” he said coldly. “A weak scholarship student who doesn’t belong in our circle.” There it was. The underestimation. “You will regret this,” he continued. “I promise you.”

He was about to say something before he corrected himself. "Still you didn't have to take me home. I never asked you too, so stop sounding so annoyed as if I was such a burden." "That is exactly what you are! A huge mother fucking burden, always has been since you were twelve. You are so unbelievable." Mason yelled in a hushed voice so Asher wouldn't hear him. Instead of crying in front of him, I sat up straight and poked my chest out. I was so mad and hurt, I can't believe I have a crush on him. Without saying anything to him at all, I walked away. I grabbed my pills and water and walked out of the room. I quickly walked to the bathroom and started the shower. I swallowed my pills quickly,

I looked away, fearing that if I looked at her I would agree to an even undefined fate. Then she sighed deeply, it was the calmest I had heard her spoke “If you choose to go on with this marriage, consider yourself sister-less, and twinless!” Twinless. The word kept hunting me as I walked through the school corridors the next morning. I was a shadow of myself; that my mirror’s reflection revealed as I prepared for school. The dark eye bags, sagging cheeks, my lean body was hidden by a big hoodie I wore. Just then I noticed that the entire student body was staring at me. Okay; do I look so bad? The hoodie was supposed to protect me from stares.

I asked excited. Kola gave me a weird look before his face contorted into a smile. "Babe, chill... Ask the questions one by one" Kola said a big smile on his face. It was then I froze. Wait a minute.... What did he just call me? Your crush called you babe... Stupid.... My head said.

My nose continued to grow with each text I sent. Me: Can't today. I've got plans. Lie. I didn't have a damn thing to do other than paint my nails and watch them dry. Collier: Okay. We'll get together this week then. Me: Sure thing. Sure thing. Who the hell says "sure thing"? I tossed my phone onto the couch beside me and reached for my latest nail color. "Got Myself into a Jam-balaya" seemed appropriate to start the week.

The girl leans into her as the guy Jonny stares down at Loyalty from the stage, and starts to sing out the lyrics to David Archuleta’s song ‘Crush’. My internal rage grows as he reaches this one verse, “why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you. You’ve got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know”! Yeah, I have to know too, buddy, because if she is returning those feelings I’m going to have to murder your ass! “Do you ever think, when you’re all alone, all that we could be, where this thing could go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch your breath when I look at you, are you holding back like the way you do”? Yea