Definitions by thirteen.nectarines
Crush
It was the first day of sixth grade. I compiled myself into one stupid little mess and jumped into the bus, trying to determine how sucky the first day of middle school would be. When I reached school, I quickly dumped all my new books into my locker, trying to ignore the fancy girl next to me, who's perfume was probably more expensive than my life. As I looked for my homeroom, I noticed a boy. He was surrounded by a gaggle of jocks, and he was the handsomest of them all. He was wearing shirts and a short, neither of them concealing his bulging muscles. I suddenly became aware of myself. My hair was pulled up in a messy bun and I was wearing a shirt that didn't exactly hide my love of Nirvana. I was wearing entirely black: I was really punk, I must admit.
He walked by with his gang, not noticing me at all, and leaving me to suffer the rest of sixth grade dreaming about him. Until seventh grade, when I found a new boy to crush on.
He walked by with his gang, not noticing me at all, and leaving me to suffer the rest of sixth grade dreaming about him. Until seventh grade, when I found a new boy to crush on.
Crush by thirteen.nectarines March 2, 2017
WTF
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