My Crush

LIV

ung over my shoulder and umbrella in ha

y trouble at school," Mum replied, her voice warm with concern. I rolled

center of attention. My friends would probably say I'm confident, maybe a

s can't seem to get enough of me. But honestly, I don't let it faz

command attention without even trying. It's not abou

always have each other's backs. We know how to have fun, how to study hard

he last thing I need is detention. I quickened

I have a project to finish, a math test to ace, and a party to a

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shop, cradling my warm cup in my hands. The cold rain hit me

ne. He was stunning – chiseled features, piercing gaze,

t's pouring, and I don't have an umbrella," he said, his de

back by his boldness. But somethi

im. As he stepped under the umbrella, our arms brushed, and I felt a

g I'd ever seen before – deep, intense, and captivating. I felt a spark of curiosity, but

d, his tone a little awkward. I raised an eyebrow, amused by

I'm Olivia Davies," I replied, my voice firm. "I'm Brian Kin

the school, and I gave him a brief rundown of

, you're a senior, huh?" he asked, his voice filled with cu

used to the school." I nodded, intrigued. "I've never seen you around," I said, my tone f

o," he said, his voice low. We walked in silence for a moment

share your umbrella. I really appreciate it." "No problem," I replied, my voice neutral. "Yo

which class are you heading to?" I asked, his eyes locked on mine. "Just my usual class," he replied, not

said, trying to brush me off. I looked at Brian, my expression confused. "Come o

know?" He shot back, his voice rising. "I'm just trying to make con

es narrowed, and i took a step closer to him. "Excuse me?" I said, my voice low and even. "I

" he said, his voice rising. "I'm just trying to get to class, and you're s

not as nice as you seem," i said, my voice dripping with annoyance. "I was

s being ungrateful," he said, his voice hot. "I'm the one who l

hrew up his hands and said, "Forget it. I don't need this." He turned and walked