The Wrong Crush Novels & Stories

"Yeah, i kinda want him to stay even though he had always being bothering me. Please tell me, what's wrong with me?" "Just a simple explanation. You are in love with him," "No, no, no...at all...I have no crush for Ryan. He is so so above my level. Please, be serious for this once." "But I am being serious. You are in love with Ryan. It's just that you can't see it. You kept claiming that you don't love him, but you are crushing on him," "You must be crazy," "But I am not. Girl, that's how lots of girls says whenever they are crushing on a guy. You are in love with him."

I said, standing up. “No way you’re thinking about a crush,” she argued. “Why? Why do you say that?” I asked. “You don’t have a crush. You’ve been too much of a nerd to even think about breaking your holes. So tell me — whose crush?” She crossed her arms, chin up, waiting. “Alex,” I blurted, trying to slip past her into the bathroom. “We don’t have any Alex at school. What kind of made-up joke is that? Joan Crest, you better start spilling right now, or I’ll tell everyone you did this to yourself thinking about some imaginary Alex.” She scoffed, then turned to grab her phone from the vanity.

Didn't your bestie tell you? I didn't glance at Anna or pretend that I was angry. Because in reality I was not. I chuckled before replying, "Listen up kid. There are 1000's of guys in this university dreaming about me to be their girlfriend. I can't reject their thoughts. Just because your crush has this interest in me, is not gonna change Arianna's ways. Of coure, you gotta be insecure. And I understand your insecurities because your crush is dreaming about me, someone you could never be in a million years," I smirked at my cocky reply.

Fran caught me smiling and broke into a wide grin. “You look like you’re writing about your crush.” She remarked, and I turned red. “No way! What silly crush?” I retorted immediately, and she smiled even wider. “Denial. When denial is strong, it’s usually the opposite.” She told me, hitting her pen on my head. “No way. It’s not my crush. Do I look like I can have a crush? Girls like me do not have crushes.” I said immediately, but she shook her head.

And unexpected, he crashed his lips against mine as he kisses me breathlessly. “I love you, Tamara,” He said with so much sincerity after we unlocked from the intense kiss. “I love you more, my celebrity crush,” I replied and we both erupted in deep laughter. . . . The End.

The door slammed shut with a heavy bang, followed immediately by the sharp clink of iron locks falling into place. The three of us stood there silently, staring at one another. None of us had the mood to admire the luxury of Princess Shirley's estate. Bryson was the first to break down. He collapsed onto the floor, clutching his head as he let out a miserable howl. "This is a curse! A complete curse! "In the first life, I got greedy. I wanted to marry the princess and rise to the top in one step. What did I get?

His throat was tight. He said: "She wouldn't do that. Sloane wouldn't—" She said: "You don't know what she would do. You never did. You spent three years thinking you knew her and you were wrong about the most basic things." Her voice didn't change. Still even. Still calm. "You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option."

Julia finishes. Naomi nods contemplating those in her head. She couldn’t think of anyone doing that. “You have to wider. Don’t leave anyone as if you know them. Preassumption is bad here because we don’t know who’s having feelings for you,” she says. Naomi agrees. “Do you think anyone having is a crush on me?” she hesitantly asks. “I can tell you but that could be wrong,” “It’s okay, tell me,” Naomi smiles in excitement. “I think Derek is having a crush on you,”

You're once the ultimate crush. Yikes. I hate that. . c.m. louden

“I didn't mean to lose it. It's the way she looked at me. Something inside me just snapped.” “Thanks.” Ana took the crown. “No, she actually deserved it.” “Who is she?” Kim turned to look at Stefania who was angrily going up the stairs. “Santos's fiancée.” Anastasia controlled her laughter into a chuckle. “What?” Kim blinked twice and Ana paused. “Oh no!" Ana closed her eyes. " Ana.” " No.” Ana shook her head. " His fiancée?” Kim frowned. " Am I missing something?” " You weren't supposed to find out like this!” Ana tried to get away from Kim but she followed her.