All Chapters of Secret Crush: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chloe hoped that today would be different and that she wouldn't have to run into drama like she did on her first day of school. Thankfully, she had a subject she knew she didn't share with Zach or his crew for the first period, so she hoped that by the time she would have one with them, he wouldn't be interested in her at all. She walked down the hall, her bag strap almost falling, so she adjusted it. It was really not heavy, because she had only taken the books she needed, not wanting to repeat the mistake she made at her former school, and ending up being the only person that brought a very heavy and ugly looking bag. The students loitered around the hall, some getting busy with their tongues down each other’s throats, some with their phones in their hands, and the others trying to get a thing or two from their locker and walking to their various classes, just like she was. She rounded the corner that led up to her class, and she was almost there when she suddenly felt someone g

Sweat filled her palms as she walked back to the classroom, and she realized that her encounter with Zach had gotten her into this mess. “Oh, cut it out, Chloe.” She chastised herself. There was no way she would allow herself to be bothered like this when she was back at her old school, even though a thing like that had never happened to her. To be very honest, it seemed all so mind-blowing, with her heart in a race all the time, but still, she needed to get a hold of herself. That was the only way to survive this. It was like a movie though, being here with someone bullying her everywhere she turned in her new school and all she could think about was how quite handsome he looked. Okay, not quite handsome. Zach Elliot-Day was very handsome, and the problem was that he knew that. Behind her, someone slammed their locker door and she almost jumped out of her skin. She looked briefly over her shoulder before concentrating back on the road in front of her. The corridor seemed to have

“Are you going to the cafeteria?” Chloe heard someone ask behind her as she walked toward the cafeteria. She had just gone to drop her bag in her locker and was on her way to get food when she heard the question. At first, she thought that whoever it was, was probably asking someone else, but when she looked over her shoulder, she realized he was talking to her. The boy was tall, almost as tall as Zach was… wait, what? Why the heck was she comparing someone else to Zach Elliot-Day for crying out loud? If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that she was starting to get obsessed with him. Slowly, she nodded her head. "Yes, I am.” She answered. He was tall as she had just noticed, and he had golden brown hair, and blue eyes that looked like the ocean. Well, really, they weren’t interesting eyes but they were blue nonetheless. She wondered who he was and why he was talking to her. She wondered what she wanted and whether or not his intentions were good. He walked toward

In the second period, Chloe was taking notes on the American Revolution when she heard a ping, and she realized it was her phone. She wondered who was texting her, and then she looked up at the teacher to see that she was busy looking at the board and not facing the class. Sighing, she quickly brought out her phone and she looked to see it was a text from her mother. She was telling her she had to pick up her brother from school because her father wouldn't be chanced, neither would she. She sighed and texted back okay, before replacing her phone in her bag. Who was she kidding? There was no one to text her anyway because she had no friends. It wasn't as if she had made any friends, and neither had she been able to talk to the one that spoke to her first; Dilan. After the incident with Zach, she had tried finding him after Chemistry class, but she realized he had left before she could gather her things. She had tried texting him, but he didn't reply, and she had just come to the con

Zach was filing off the last shred of furniture he was working on in his workspace when he heard his phone ring. Squinting his eyes, he dropped the filing machine after he turned it off and then he walked to the shelf where he had placed it before he started work. On the screen, he saw that it was Liam and he sighed. What the heck was he calling him for when he knew he always took his Wednesday afternoons more seriously than any other afternoon? Wednesday was the day his mother died, and he had always tried burying himself into work since then until he just made a habit out of it, and turned it into a thing. It was better working then than having to think about his mother and having his hurt and pain grip him like a glove, molded to his heart, and squeezing out the little life that was there. His shoulders went limp as he sighed and then he picked up the call, pressing the phone against his ear. "Hey, Liam. What's going on?” he asked. He knew better than to call him like this witho