Crush Oneshots | Crush x Reader

[𝟱𝟴] 🧸 Tʜᴇ Bʀɪɢʜᴛ Sɪᴅᴇ

Y/N - your name
C/N - crush's name
B/N - best friend's name

Song: "Coming up Easy" - Paolo Nutini

my bedroom is really awkwardly shaped so i can only have my bed one of two ways, and i moved it yesterday for the first time in years. it's super exciting to sleep in now :D

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There I was, sitting with my back pressed against the outer wall of the school building, tears streaming down my face with a smashed phone to the side of me. The screen was lit up through the cracks on an incoming call screen, but it was on silent so I failed to notice that my longtime crush was attempting to contact me.

You must be wondering: how did I end up here? Why am I crying? Well, let me get you up to speed.

It all started when my alarm clock ran out of battery during the night, and didn't ring when it was supposed to. My parents hadn't been there to wake me up, as they had to leave early for their jobs and could usually trust me to take care of myself. I had never been late to school before.

Alas, I fell out of bed, twisting my knee and giving me a limp for the rest of the day, at ten to nine. Ten minutes before school began. That led to me very rushingly throwing clothes on, skipping the shower I had been intending to take, and realising my period had begun. For fuck's sake. By the time I was out of the house without having eaten breakfast or brushed my hair, it was five past nine.

I had inevitably missed the bus, meaning I had to ride my old bike to school to even stand a chance at getting there soon.

The front tyre went flat halfway there.

At that point, I was already on the verge of a breakdown, so I begrudgingly pushed my bike the rest of the way to school while I tidied my hair as best I could with one hand. When I eventually managed to park outside of the premises, I stepped in some dog shit. That's just fucking great.

I went to reception, where the lady scolded me for being half an hour late, before I took a pit stop at my locker to change into my PE trainers. By the time I got to class I hadn't realised my shirt was untucked with my tie loose and skewed. My history teacher was definitely not amused. On top of the detention I had been given for showing up late, I received behaviour points and multiple uniform violations.

B/N helped me tidy up a bit when I sat down beside her, but the relief was short lived when the teacher asked for me to hand in my homework. I earned a second detention.

By lunchtime, C/N, my crush, had seen me trip up twice in the corridors. As well as him witnessing other teachers give me uniform violations for my trainers in the classes we shared. At the time, I didn't notice the concern on his face when he saw that all I did was apologise, sigh, and sit down.

Even more to my misfortune, I had no lunch money and no packed lunch: I would have starved to death if B/N hadn't had the generosity to give me her apple. But last class saw no rise in luck. Not when the strictest substitute teacher in our school showed up at the door. He gave me an entire detention for my trainers, but even so I managed to put a smile on my face when I sat down beside one of the bitchiest girls in the school. This particular supply teacher forced seating plans on us so there was no escaping her.

For the moster part, the lesson went somewhat neutrally. It wasn't good but it wasn't bad. Of course, that soon changed when the bitchy girl next to me snatched the piece of paper I was doodling on and read it aloud for the whole class to hear.

"Oh, look, everyone!" she had cackled, "Little Miss Y/N is head over heels in love with C/N!"

At that point, I cracked.

With tears streaming down my face and the yelling of teachers and students a distant memory, I charged down the school corridor and all the way out of the building. I didn't leave the property itself, but instead broke down in sobs with my back to the wall. My phone slipped out of my pocket and smashed against the concrete ground, but at that point I was too upset to care.

So, that brings me to where I am now, feeling like my day couldn't get any worse. I know it will, though: my parents will be outraged when they find out I got three detentions and multiple uniform violations in one day. They won't listen to my side of the story.

As I said, I failed to notice that C/N was calling me. He had been in my last class, meaning he now knew that I had a huge crush on him. The doodle I had made was proof enough, even if he knew the bitchy girl to be a pathological liar. I don't know if I was happy or scared to see him walk out the front school doors, look around, see me, and come on over.

"Hey... Y/N..." he crouched down beside me, a sincere look lacing his features.

I sniffed, a lump forming in my throat, but still managing to say, "W-What?"

"Had a bad day?" he smiled softly, picking up my destroyed phone and moving to sit beside me.

"You have no idea..." I mumbled.

"Well, just remember there's always a bright side..." he said, taking my shaking hand into his.

I nearly died from that simple action, but still replied, "What b-bright side?"

"The bright side where your crush likes you back."

I was at a loss for words after hearing him say that, and for a few seconds everything that had happened throughout the day vanished from my memory. A real smile grew on my face, unlike all the forced ones from before.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," C/N stood up, pulling me with him, "If you want, B/N and I can explain to the school and your parents your side of the story. You don't deserve all the punishments you have and probably will get."

"Thanks..."

"Hey... it's really no problem," he looked down at me with his dashing smile once more showing, "I love helping the girl I love."

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anyway i've had bad day so this seemed appropriate

today's fun fact about moi:~

i've never had detention bc i have an overwhelming fear of authoritative figures

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