HIS FANTASY ** COMPLETED BOOK 1

MY CRUSH PETE

I have my secret campus crushes. But the most romantic feeling is to see the cutest guy. His name is Pete. To be honest, he is special to me like a unique thing that I must keep for a long time. We met at my best friend's place, it was Anne's birthday party, and at that moment? I saw him, my heart beat change.

"Hi! You're here?"

I have never gone with the wind__ the lyrics of the music popularized by Taylor Swift, "Crazier".

"You know the truth, I came here for you. I see you often with Anne, so I expect you to attend her party," Pete said. My cheeks blush. Does he know me?

I was stunned for a moment because I didn't expect what he told me right away. Like something is wrong, or else. Did he.. he had a crush on me too?

"Can I have your contact number?" Pete asked.

My heart raced with excitement as I wondered if he would actually take my contact number. The mere thought of him wanting to talk to me felt like a dream come true. Without a second thought, I eagerly handed him my digits, unable to contain my enthusiasm. After all, it was no secret that countless girls in school were longing for a chance to converse with this charming guy.

"Do you want to dance? Let's dance, I want to have more fun tonight." Pete said after he saved my contact number on his phone.

"Sure" I said. This is my chance now, his presence for this time, is mine!

Many eyes saw us but I ignored them. Even my best friend Anne was surprised because it was the first time she had seen me dance.

"So if we have no classes, what's makes you busy at home?"

I really didn't know how to respond to him. Why did he feel the need to pry into my personal life when we weren't even that close?

"House work, you know, Cleaning." I said in short.

"Alright." I hear him say.

Eagerly, I joined him and Anne's friends as we made our way towards the bustling center.

His movements when he dances are more masculine, hotter and scarier. It's even more spicy to look at when he's holding me from behind. While our gazes never left each other, as we both danced, faced each other simultaneously, moving up and down.

The music that plays with every swing of our bodies is so fun. I feel so full of happiness, even though I have a lot of problems at home like paying bills, I chose to enjoy this night. This only happens once, so I'm all for it. But Anne was surprised by what I did, because it was her first time to see me dancing on the floor!

It was a night to remember, the night I experienced my first taste of intoxication. But it wasn't the kind that comes from a bottle, it was the intoxication of his sheer handsomeness. The way his eyes locked with mine, sending my head spinning with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Every glance from him was like a whirlwind, leaving me breathless and unable to resist the joyous dance of my heart.

As the party came to an end, I bid farewell to Anne and made my way back home. However, Pete, being the persistent soul that he is, insisted on accompanying me going home. Once we reached the front of the house, Pete turned to me with a warm smile and uttered, "Here you are, so can we meet again?"

"Of course! We're at the same school. We can meet there as always and every day." I said, who is already in love with him. He didn't know that anyway.

"Ok, good night." As he uttered those words, he turned and made his way out the door. I couldn't help but close the door behind him and let out a soft smile.

My heart felt like it was about to burst with a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Despite the fact that we attend the same school, I couldn't bring myself to have high expectations for our future interactions. With his popularity and numerous admirers, I feared that I might just fade into the background and go unnoticed by him.

One year before our graduation:

After ending the call, I gaze at the family portrait hanging on the wall, capturing the essence of our little unit - mom, dad, and me. Each smile frozen in time, every memory vividly etched in my mind. With a heavy heart, I dragged myself to the bathroom, determined to wash away the sorrow.

I turn the shower knob to the extreme left, craving the scalding heat to numb the ache inside. The water cascades down, turning my skin a bright shade of red, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil within. Stepping out, I wrap myself in a towel, trying to dry away the tears that threaten to fall.

As I blow-dry my hair, I twist it into a style that hides the roots of my pain, a facade to mask my inner turmoil. Dressing in a simple gray cashmere sweater, paired with black pants and ballerina flats, I attempted to blend in with the world outside. Adding extra concealer and blush to my pale complexion, I create a mask to shield the world from the storm raging within me.

As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that my mom was not there, but she entered and thoughtfully saved a space for me at the counter. I pour myself a cup of coffee and indulge in a piece of the delicious banana bread she baked for me. The love and care she put into making it is evident in every bite.

After a few nibbles, my stomach starts to growl, so I decide to save the rest for later. I carefully wrap the uneaten portion in a napkin and tuck it into my purse, hoping that my mom will believe I finished it. The sweet gesture warms my heart, knowing that she went out of her way to make me feel special.

With a metallic clank, the front door closed.

As soon as Mom steps foot inside our humble abode, she diligently secures the door before retiring to her slumber. Likewise, when it's my turn to venture out into the world, I ensure the door is locked tight. On our typical days, I refrain from bidding her farewell to avoid disturbing her peaceful slumber. Instead, I opted for a discreet text message, gently informing her of my departure from the comfort of our home.

Without warning, the sunlight is obscured, casting a shadow over the bustling subway platform. The air becomes heavy with moisture, making it feel as though the humidity has intensified. A train screeches to a halt at the station, but I realize it's not the one I need to board. The crowd surges forward, inching dangerously close to the platform's edge, but I opt to stay pressed against the wall, far from the lethal electrified rails. Amidst the chaos, some individuals are forcefully pushed and jostled by the impatient mob, adding to the tension and unease in the confined space.

"My headache is still rumbling; I didn't get enough sleep last night!" I said. While we were walking down the hallway of the school.

Anne looked at me and said, "Don't tell me, it's because you have a lot of homework and reviews for the exam." Anne raised her brows, I know she tried to tease me over it.