Crazy Over You

Crazy Over You ( chapter 1)

I wasn’t supposed to be here.

That was the first thought running through my head as I stood outside the gate, fingers gripping the strap of my worn-out bag like it could somehow give me confidence. The school in front of me looked nothing like the one I came from—too big, too clean, too… intimidating.

Rich kids. Perfect uniforms. Expensive cars lined up like it was a showroom.

And then there was me.

“Hey, move.”

A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I stepped aside quickly, lowering my gaze as a group of students walked past me, laughing like they owned the place.

Maybe they did.

I took a deep breath and forced my feet to move. One step. Then another. No turning back now.

New school. New life. That’s what I told myself.

But I didn’t expect him.

I was halfway down the hallway, trying to find my classroom, when everything suddenly went quiet. Not completely—but enough to feel different. Like the air shifted.

That’s when I saw him.

Leaning against a locker like he had no care in the world. Hands in his pockets. Eyes sharp, unreadable. The kind of person you don’t approach unless you want trouble.

Everyone around him seemed… careful.

Some girls whispered. Some stared. Some avoided looking at him at all.

And then—his eyes landed on me.

Of all people.

Me.

I froze.

For a second, I thought it was just coincidence. That he’d look away like everyone else eventually did.

But he didn’t.

He kept staring.

Like he was trying to figure me out.

My heart started beating faster, and I hated it. I didn’t even know him. I didn’t want to know him.

So why did it feel like he was seeing right through me?

“Hey, new girl.”

My breath caught.

He pushed himself off the locker and started walking toward me. Slow. Confident. Dangerous.

Every step made it harder to breathe.

When he stopped in front of me, I realized something.

He was even more intimidating up close.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice low but clear.

I swallowed. “Ava.”

“Ava,” he repeated, like he was testing how it sounded.

Then he smirked.

And I knew right then—

I was in trouble.

Not because of the school.

Not because of the people.

But because of him.

And the way my heart reacted… like it already knew him.

Like it was already—

crazy over him.