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To the dance floor. To the moment I'd seen another man approach her. To the brief second before Mason interrupted. To the irrational satisfaction I'd felt afterward. I set the glass down harder than intended. The sound echoed softly through the room. I frowned. Then picked it up again. The memory refused to leave. Ava laughing. Ava glaring. Ava refusing to look at me. Ava looking at me. My grip tightened unconsciously. The glass slipped. Time seemed to slow. Then…. Crash.

"I tried about a month ago but it just made it worse. I will find a note alright telling me he has gone for a trip. In the last two weeks, he has taken 4 trips out of town. It's like he is volunteering for all the trips to avoid me." They both had weird expressions on their faces, showing that they had questions. "what? You both look like you have alot to ask." "Mika, you know we love you and we also know that you have had feelings or a crush on this guy for some time. But, a crush does not always mean that you will end up together. I mean he is handsome and medicine to sore eyes but, he is bad on the inside." Monique said. "Not to forget selfish." Shine added.

I was in a bad mood the whole week. Thanks to Kristoff. He knew how to pissed me off. For those days, I have been trying to see him to no avail. He was hiding from me. Yep. I got it. “Seriously, Belle? Do you still have a crush on that marine guy? Record-breaker, huh?” She grinned. That made me more pissed. I threw her a lot of chips. We were actually in Kylie’s house, and we were currently watching Kissing Booth two in her room.

Mom argued. I lost my temper and stood abruptly from the table. “We were kids then, Mom. Kids! How many times do you have to say it? It was a harmless crush. We were five. We weren't even teenagers. Can you stop saying the crush thing already? I am sick of it!” I spat. “No! No, I won't!” her voice roared. I inhaled and breathed out calmly. “See. This is the problem! You always want things to go your way even if nobody likes it. What the fuck is your problem?!”

one girl exclaimed. "We know you're exaggerating, Tanya," another girl said. "Who doesn't know that you have horrible taste in men?" "She's telling the truth," Amy, the third girl chimed in. "The man is so hot. He looks like a Viking." "Can you girls stop?" a boy whose name I could never memorize spoke up. "You think the so-called professor won't be married with kids? There are boys your age who are begging for your attention, but instead of giving us a chance, you're swooning over a professor who won't even look at you twice."

I smacked my forehead in frustration. I can’t have a crush on him! Am I insane? Aside from the fact that he hates my guts, what will having a crush on him do for me? It’s pointless and I hate investing my time in pointless stuff. Whatever this demented stuff I’m feeling for him, I’m going to murder it! Coming here was to make life easier, not harder by having a silly fixation on a guy I have no chance in hell with!

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.

I mumbled shaking my head. “So? I am telling you that I have a crush and not talking about love. We can have a crush on anyone at any time. Like we have them on the movie stars or singers like that. Just imagine him to be a star and have a crush. It is not like I am trying him.” Nipuna explained. “It is a good thing that you are not trying him. Because his girlfriend will not leave you alone, and they have been in a relation for many years.” Amrin said to which Nipuna frowned moving away.

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.

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,"