Why Do I Keep Crossing Paths With My Crush Novels & Stories

I said, again picturing their risque encounter. “Yeah, it was. You should have me over soon, I want it to happen again.” she said. “Ugh.” I grunted, unable to hold my tongue any longer. “I wanna do it too.” “What do you mean? Like, you wanna give someone a blowjob? Or have a situation like that happen to you?” “I want that exact situation to happen to me. I know it’s strange, but I have a huge crush on him. Seeing you and him together made me so jealous, and now I can’t stop thinking about him.” I said.

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.

I didn't dare meet Flynn's eyes as I said, "It makes sense when you put it that way. But still… if you keep this up, how am I ever supposed to get a boyfriend?" He'd been walking in step with me, but he suddenly faltered. "What? You want to get a boyfriend?"

I want to be different, and that starts with him. The club’s bass syncs with my pulse, and I smile at him. I recognise him immediately. We bumped into each other twice today, and maybe this is fate, maybe this is destiny. I don’t try to hide my sadness or rage. My heart is racing, and my whole body is trembling.

He inclined his head, graciously accepting my felicitations, then answered, “You should’ve gotten her number.” “Probably,” I allowed, just to be nice. “Though, I guess, if it’s meant to be, you’ll cross her path again someday.” God, I hoped not. Because if I did, I had a bad feeling one or two of two possible things would happen: I’d end up fucking the shit out of her and upsetting Kaity and Gabriella in the process, or she’d discover for certain that I was Black Crimson, and only an entire crapload of problems would result from that. So I honestly prayed to God I never did cross her path again, even as I nodded, thinking it’d be nice if I did.

My eyes caught the image of someone passing by in front of my class. I froze when someone turned to me. Our eyes met for a moment and he smiled slightly at me – then he walked away from my class. God … why did he come back again? Why did he come again after I struggled to forget him? Why does he come again when I’ve managed to reconcile my feelings?

Mason sat across from me, watching me, smirking and his eyes seemed knowing. "How was your shower?" He asked, unable to keep his joy and excitement out of his voice. I bit my inner cheek, fighting back my smirk, "hot." He grinned, knowing exactly what I meant, "how many times are you going to see her?" "Three times a week," I said as I turned and lay down on the bed, slowly, because the bruises were still fresh and my back felt swollen. "I'm jealous, seeing that face three times a week, fucking blessing if you ask me." ~~~

“Don’t say that. It’s just a crush. Everyone experiences that.” She sighed dramatically. “But they don’t make it obvious or crush on someone who is way out of their league.” It was my turn to sigh now. “Angela, most times, people crush on those who are inaccessible to them. That’s like a global experience.” We entered the elevator. “Ugh, you’re just trying to make me feel better.” I shook my head knowing there was no need to argue with her, she would just find more ways to self-loath. I wonder what made her that way.

"We meet again." My heart was hammered. I thought yesterday was just a coincidence. A fluke that I saw a guy from a biker gang. I was so scared then, but now I realized this wasn't a coincidence. I met him at college. This destiny thing is weird. Why him? Why do I have to keep running into this scumbag? Why is he always around me?