Who Your Crush Novels & Stories

“Girl! Stop, you’re killing me.” I grinned. “What? It’s the truth. Anyway, okay, okay, let’s continue with our game.” “Who’s your celebrity crush?” I laughed, grateful for the shift. “Beyoncé, obviously.” “Typical,” she teased. “For me? Michael B. Jordan. Have you seen that man?!” “Who hasn’t?” I said with an exaggerated sigh. “He’s fine, but what about Idris Elba? That man has presence.”

"What, memorized my name out of everyone's? Got a crush?" "No way."

As soon as I walked into the building, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist, making me stumble a bit. I looked up and met a pair of domineering eyes. “Felix…” I was momentarily lost for words. “What are you doing here?” Felix Smith was my crush and also my roommate in the boys’ dormitory. Yesterday, I had messaged him, asking if he wanted to come and take graduation photos together, but he had not replied. Felix came from a prominent family and was exceptionally accomplished himself. When we were still naive freshmen, he had already started his own business.

It was seeing her in the flesh after being apart for so long that had me worried. It reminded me of the first time we met. I'd idolized her back then, though she didn't know it. She was someone I'd had a crush on from afar, like most men my age, and when the time came to actually meet her, I thought I was going to be sick. She was so put together, even at a young age, that she kind of intimidated me even then. I'd been nervous as hell then too, and it had taken me at least until the third or fourth date to stop expecting her to tell me to get lost. If only I could be sure that this time was going to turn out as beautiful as the past.

I tugged at his cold hand, “This is Susan, she is my classmate, and roommate in Camp. She's a huge fan of yours and wanted to meet you…” Susan stretched forth her to Damian, a little smirk playing on her lips “As she has rightly said, I am Susan and I love you so much, it is an honor to meet an icon like yourself,”

Who wouldnt want to hang out with the head cheerleader and the girl who has the most amazing singing voice in all of the school. What nobody knew was that I had a HUGE crush on the new kid that started that year. He was very handsome, sweet and very outgoing. Had that outgoing vibe you would want to be around. All the girls loved him and all the boys wanted to be him. He was the 'Cool Dude'. I never told anyone about my crush for him, not even Ashley or Selena. I never wanted to talk to him, I never wanted to hang out with him. It was literally just a tiny little crush.

The low, rough voice that growled my name while he drove into me. Christian Knight. The pieces slam together in my brain like a puzzle I never wanted solved. Christian Knight = C.K. C.K. = Gwen’s lifelong crush. The guy she’s talked about since we were teens. The one she still sighs over in drunk texts. The same man I let fuck me senseless last night—loud, desperate, no holds barred—thinking it was just a one-time thing. My best friend’s family friend. Sitting three feet away. While she beams at him like he’s the answer to every prayer.

She had said, "What does she have that other ladies don't?" "Your celebrity crush or your husband," the interviewer asked me next, twitching her mouth to the side "My celebrity crush," I answered, no hesitation in my voice. Do they have any idea who my celebrity crush is? Comparing him to Quinn, as in just Quinn, that's belittling.

He was still not over his little crush. Me. ***********

All that we can be, where this thing can go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch a breath when I look at you? Are you holding back like the way I do? 'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Goin' away ay-ay-ay-ayy