Crush(1)

Author: Nai Gai Bo Bo

The most awkward thing in my life just happened.

When my roommate was video chatting with her brother, I was changing my clothes.

When I lifted my shirt halfway up, I suddenly heard a male voice coming from the video.

"Ann, I'll turn off the video first."

Hearing the pleasant voice, I turned to my roommate in panic.

The other person had turned off the video.

My roommate then realized something. She turned around and was surprised to see me lifting my shirt. "Bella, I was video-chatting."

Oh!

Damn it!

The whole dormitory echoed with my helpless roar.

1

When I calmed down, Anna came up to me with a meaningful smile.

"How about dating my brother?"

"He is very handsome."

His voice echoed in my mind. Soft and clean.

I supposed he must be good-looking.

But our first meeting was a disaster—if that was the first time we met.

It was a nightmare for me.

"No!"

I raised my hand and refused.

"How about you take a look at his photos first?"

Anna didn't give up and continued, trying to make a match.

"I think you two are a perfect match. You look so cute!"

Thinking of what had happened just now, I refused resolutely.

2

There were so many cute guys.

Once after class, I saw a tall figure standing in front of the school building from a distance. His handsome profile, fair skin, and shining eyes attracted many girls, but perhaps it was because of his cold temperament that no girl dared to come forward. Neither did I.

But I had this strange feeling that the boy seemed to look in my direction. Maybe it was an illusion.

His look was meaningful.

It was the first time that I hated myself for being so cowardly. I pretended to look away.

After that, I regretted it for several days.

3

But I didn't expect to see him again.

I stepped into the classroom at the last moment. I looked around quickly, but there was no seat left.

I was a little desperate, but I immediately recovered.

Because I found that the handsome guy I saw a few days ago was sitting in the corner of the back row.

Did he just choose this course?

I hadn't seen him in this class before.

There happened to be an empty seat beside him.

I was secretly pleased and encouraged myself. Walking with small steps, I pretended to be inadvertent.

"Is this seat taken?"

I asked in an affected tone.

He looked at me with a faint smile, his eyes shining like stars.

Oh my god. How could anyone be so beautiful?

"No," he replied.

In a few seconds, I'd even figured out the name of our child.

Not knowing why, I felt that his voice was a little familiar. I seemed to have heard it somewhere.

Maybe even the voice of good-looking people was pleasant to hear.

I didn't think too much.

I smoothed my dress and sat down.

I peeped at him in the middle of the class.

He was turning the pen in his hand. His skillful movement was so attractive.

"It's boring, isn't it?"

I tried to strike up a conversation with him, which was dumb.

He nodded without saying anything.

After thinking for a long time, I finally spoke out the words in my heart in a low voice.

"I have a friend who wants to know you. Can I add you on WhatsApp?"

A friend...

Well...

What a lame excuse.

My voice trailed off. I couldn't believe it.

But he seemed to believe it. He stared at me for a long time and suddenly smiled, which made him look like a playboy.

Then he took out his phone and logged into his WhatsApp.

Then he added me as a friend.

He sent a message.

"Colton Griffin."

I repeated his name in my heart.

"My friend's name is Belinda Canfield."

I sent him my name calmly.

4

Finally, the bell rang. I was looking forward to saying something to Colton.

The teacher of Dialectics didn't seem to want to finish the class. He continued to brag about his teaching achievements with a microphone. I was impatient and hoped that he could finish the class quickly.

The teacher suddenly looked over in my direction.

I was a little nervous. Did he find that I was speaking ill of him?

I lowered my head.

I was afraid to look at my teachers.

But the teacher was obviously not looking at me, because he said slowly while I was twisting my fingers, "I've introduced Mr. Griffin to you before class. You can ask him if you have any questions."

I felt relieved.

Fortunately, he didn't find me.

But the next second, I suddenly realized what the teacher had just said.

Mr. Griffin?

What?

Was he my teacher?

No wonder there was no one sitting next to such a handsome guy.

I wished there was a hole in the ground so that I could hide away.

The most embarrassing thing in my life had just happened!

But the next moment...

The teacher continued, "I want to invite the lady beside Mr. Griffin to share her experience of sitting next to such a handsome teacher."

I stood up nervously, and my ears were burning.

"What's your name?"

My name?

I just told Colton, my new teacher, that my friend's name was Belinda.

And now the teacher was asking my name!

Could it be more embarrassing?

My voice was so low that I could only hear it myself.

"My name is Anna."

Well, that was the only way.

I noticed that Colton looked at me with a playful smile.

5

In the next class, I collapsed on the desk and turned my head away from Colton, shrinking my neck and not daring to look at him again.

Finally, the bell rang. I jumped up from my seat, stuffed the books into my schoolbag, and walked out quickly.

At the end of the corridor, Anna was standing in the corner elegantly and looking at me. She wore a plaid skirt and her legs were long and beautiful.

We had made an appointment to go back to the dormitory together after class.

I wished I had the same teacher as her.

I quickened my pace and couldn't wait to share what happened in the class with her.

"Ann, here's the thing..."

Before I could finish my words, Anna suddenly shouted behind me excitedly.

"Colton..."

I looked in the direction she was shouting at.

Then I saw Colton among the students.

Colton Griffin. Anna Griffin.

What the hell?

I was so unlucky.

Could anyone be unluckier than me?

No one!

Somehow I felt that Colton was coming closer and closer.

And Anna smiled happily.

"Bella, let me introduce my brother to you."

My feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and I couldn't move.

It was not until Colton stood in front of me that I came to my senses. I was in a hurry to say something to make the situation less embarrassing.

"It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't picked up my washing machine from the clothes."

I didn't realize what I was talking about.

I tried my best to smile.

"I have to go now."

Before they could say anything, I ran upstairs.

Walking out of the teaching building, I felt the warm sunlight.

I squinted.

It was noon.

The sunlight was so dazzling.

6

I went back to my dormitory and collapsed on the bed. I imagined myself as a maggot, motionless.

After a while, the door opened.

Then I heard Anna's excited voice.

"Bella, do you have a crush on my brother?"

I sat up on my bed, pretending to be wronged.

"Of course not. Why did you say that?"

"Oh? Then what is this?"

Then she took out a stack of yellow notepaper.

It was mine.

Shouldn't it be in my bag? How could it be...

Anna saw my confused look.

"My brother said he found it on the ground and asked me if it was yours."

I must have pulled my bag too hard, so the notepaper fell to the ground. The cover of the note was Colton's side face I drew casually. Though it was a sketch, it was easy to tell who it was. It was Colton.

But it was not the time to be complacent about my painting. I was more afraid that Colton would find that his sister's roommate had a crush on him.

"What did you say?"

I was so upset that I couldn't wait to know how Anna answered.

"I said..."

Anna paused for so long that I felt half a century had passed. I was so tortured.

"I said no."

As soon as Anna finished her words, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bella, you should have told me. I can help you."

I was in a panic. Colton saw my naked back and all the foolish things I had done.

He would never like me.

I shook my head.

"No!"

"Don't worry. He will only work here for one semester."

Anna seemed to be coaxing a child, and I was a little tempted.

I tried my best to hold back my excitement. Anyway, he wouldn't be my teacher after this semester.

I could hide!

7

The next week, I had the same class. And again I knew how unlucky I was. The former teacher quit his job and went to work in another school.

I looked at Colton on the platform, hoping it was a nightmare.

"We need an assistant for this course."

"Mr. Smith hasn't chosen one yet."

Then Colton stared at me with a smile.

I had a bad feeling.

"I'll choose Belinda. After all, I only know her."

Hearing this, the crowd burst into applause and someone ridiculed me.

But I felt cold.

I had been really unlucky recently.

When I returned to my dormitory, I thought about it for a long time. The only way to save me was to pray.

I prayed sincerely for a long time. Then I quoted a Biblical verse, begging for good luck.

Then I posted it on Instagram.

A few minutes later, I suddenly remembered that it was a public post!

So everyone could see it including Colton!

Fortunately, I had just posted it for a few minutes.

Then I clicked the post.

It was not...

Too late.

Then I saw Colton's comment.

"Have you forgotten the dialectical materialism? As the assistant, you should play the leading role. Find a time to my office."

Colton, you were such a handsome madman. You were such a charming bastard.

You had nothing but beauty, money, and wisdom!

You had lost me!

You would never win my heart again!

I replied to him with my trembling fingers as I cursed.

"Okay, Mr. Griffin."

I added a smile sticker.

Dialectical materialism? Assistant?

How could I, who only knew how to cram for exams at the end of each semester, know what dialectical materialism was?

I wanted to teach Colton a lesson!

I should let him know that I was not a person to be trifled with.

He would know it.

8

I rode on my motorbike and recited dialectical materialism. Then I walked to Colton's office.

I knocked on the door politely and entered the room after getting permission.

Colton looked up at me and pointed at the seat next to him. Then he lowered his head and looked very serious.

At the same time, he looked calm.

Wearing a white shirt, he looked elegant. The sun outside the window shone on him.

He looked up at me as if he had noticed I was looking at him.

"Take a seat and read your book for a while."

I almost forgot why I came here.

Then I sat next to him stiffly and took out a book that I had never read carefully before.

He seemed to be very busy.

Well... I would talk to him later.

I didn't expect that an afternoon could be so long.

It turned out that I could read a book dozens of times within two episodes of TV series.

I hadn't expected that.

I did read the book.

Moreover, I had peeked at Colton several times.

There was a mole at the end of his left eye, which made him look sexy.

His nails were trimmed neatly.

When he was thinking, he would tap the desk with his fingers.

When I peeked at Colton again, he looked at me.

"It's getting late. Let me treat you to dinner."

I was not stupid.

Why would he treat me?

He must be intentional.

"Thanks a lot, Mr. Griffin. But I have to go back."

Colton stared at me for a while and then smiled.

His smile made him more attractive.

"Just take it as an apology."

"I'm sorry..."

It suddenly occurred to me what had happened when I took off my shirt. So I interrupted Colton in a hurry.

"Mr. Griffin, please stop it."

It seemed that I must accept his invitation.

Otherwise, he wouldn't let it go.

I was in a trance when I sat in the passenger seat of Colton's car.

Why would I have dinner with Colton?

"Mr. Griffin, I don't want to be a teaching assistant."

I hesitated to say that. No matter how young and handsome Colton was, he was my teacher. I never knew how to get along with teachers.

I was thinking about how to tell him that.

"I don't think I'm suitable to be a teaching assistant because..."

I prepared a lot of reasons, but I didn't have the chance to tell them to him.

Before I said anything, Colton said, "OK."

He said in an affectionate tone.

But I didn't feel it at that time.

I was confused.

That was it?

So why should I come here?

I kept warning myself during the meal.

I couldn't be bewitched by his beautiful face.

I couldn't be bewitched by this slender hand.

I couldn't be bewitched by his smile.

Nothing would ever happen between us.

Reminding myself all the way, we finally left the restaurant and went back.

That was good.

Belinda, your heart was as cold as a dead fish.