Highschool crush stories
About
While we evolve past most of our high school desires, there is something about teenage crushes that makes them lodge into our souls for eternity. Even if you know your high school crush was largely infatuation and projection, there's still something romantic about the idea of fulfilling that teenage obsession.
Name: Raquela
Years old: I am 64
What is my favourite music: Rock
Smoker: Yes

I spent the day on my bed with my diary cursing and abusing him. We had a beautiful relationship, if not the best but the problem started when jack started acting like a jerk while flirting with other girls in my face. I know I have grown up as a beautiful enviable writer who is proud of her achievements even if I was a nerd in high school ,it paid off really well in my life.

Sitting here remembering all the bad times ,I sighed ,wish jack would see me now ,he would probably regret treating me like trash. Throughout the rest of the year till graduation I was a shadow of myself, stayed on my own and avoided jack. On other occasions I was mocked and bullied but I endured the torture.

I went home took a quick shower jumped into bed while I cried myself to sleep. Yes I know he was a major flirt right from the time he asked me to be his girl, but I was foolish to believe all the lies he told me about loving me and subdueing his flirting habits, which BOOM!

Sitting in one of my favourite coffee shops with a cup of cappuccino on the table as I wrote on my diary. Noticing a shadow looming over me I raised my head ,and guess who I saw standing in front of me?

I always thought that jack was my life till I broke up with him and learnt that I own my life. I have always loved writing anything, be it prose, poem or motivational notes with an end point of entertaining and inspiring lives.

My diary has become my companion after Jack Richardson, the popular guy in high school and my school crush who broke up with me and started dating one of the sorority girls in school after dumping several numerous girls on different occasions. I was just a means to an end and when he could no longer handle it he started irritating me so that I quit.
The events of the day seemed to be a major fun for me as I got to share all my secret fantasies and my exciting and boring days with my diary.

. On several occasions I saw him glancing pitifully at me but he did not try to get close. As I took the elevator down ,the tears came and I just let it flow. Those words killed my spirit because I thought he loved methen it clicked he just wanted me for the benefits which included staying sleepless nights doing his asments. I agreed to be his girl.
