Novel & Cerita Why Do I Keep Crossing Paths With My Crush

My mood really boosted. "Did you see the girl before? She's only in grade 8 but she said she has a crush on you! Your charisma is great to get all their hearts!" "I am not interested." "When did you become interested? Ah I know that ---" "Just be quiet there." My eyebrows met when I heard those voices. I looked back at it and my eyes widened when I saw the four guys that I’m always avoiding. I straightened up and somewhat blocked my hair on my face so they couldn't see me. I said earlier that I was lucky but still not really. I didn't want to see them because I was embarrassed. Why do I always see them?

Something I swore off of. My childhood crush for her, made me look out for her all these years. I made sure that the guy who tripped her in 8th grade, had a broken nose the next day. I had made sure that the girl who pulled her hair last year, knew her place. And now I realized that along this time my crush for her turned to liking and now.... but i wouldn't confess now. I will do it the right way. "Hey there. You alive? Dude you are driving! I can die!" I saw her move her hands in front of my face.

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

Chris looked at me, my words surprised him. “I had such a big crush on you in high-school and seeing you a few weeks ago. I thought, we both don’t have a mate. This is my second chance. People said you changed, but I thought you were the same girl. Just grown up and more confident in herself.” I felt bad for Chris, but it would have been worse if I didn’t do this now. “I’m sorry. You’re great Chris, but I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

I asked God that if we ever saw each other again, it would be His sign that it was okay to be friends. Maybe this was that sign? So I didn’t hesitate. I took his phone and quietly typed in my number. I gave it back to him, and when I saw him smile, I looked away quickly. But I couldn’t stop smiling either, as my heart leaped inside my chest. Was this what Savina meant by “having a crush”?

“Didn’t have time. Didn’t think I needed to.” Rico chuckled. “A one-time crush, huh?” “Yeah,” I said. “Just a moment.” “But you still remember her. After all these years.” Another one leaned forward. “That’s not just a crush, man. That’s… something else.” I gave a tired smile. “Nothing is strange. It’s just what it is.” Rico clapped me on the back. “If you’re meant to meet again, you will. That’s just how it works.”

I can't stop thinking about how perfect the moment felt, and the thought of not following through haunts me. Back in the hallway, I can't shake the feeling of what might have been. The connection between us is undeniable, and the desire to explore it further burns inside me. Even as I return to my study, the memory of our encounter lingers, fueling a mixture of longing and frustration. I find myself yearning for another chance to bridge the gap between us, to understand this growing attraction, and to see where it might lead.

And it didn't hurt that she was my best friend's mother. Everybody has crushes from time to time.It is our daily bread and not a foreign idea in our developing minds.Some people crush on their boy best friend and girl best friend, some crush on their next door neighbors ,other crush on Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez , while other crush on their best friend's mothers. I was the victim to the latter.

I reached for the glass of water beside my bed and took a long drink. Why was I still thinking about it? It wasn't like they kissed. It wasn't like she was dating him. It was a hug. A normal hug. People hugged all the time. So why the hell was it still bothering me? I set the glass down harder than necessary. The answer should have been simple. Instead, I found myself remembering details I shouldn't have noticed. The way she smiled at him. The way she seemed more relaxed around him. The way she looked at him.

No satisfaction whatsoever, just emptiness. She traced circles on my chest. “You seem distracted.” “I’m fine,” I said curtly. “Oh well, I get it. You must be thinking of her again. You always do that when you develop a new crush but I'm sure it will pass, just like the others.” I didn’t think so. None of the others had ever made me feel the way Stacey did. None of the others could hold a candle to Stacey. Maybe it was because they were all easily, or maybe Stacey was just too special.