What's the most embarrassing thing you've done for a crush?

"I'm going to tell him the next time I see him," I told my two best friends as we sat in the lounge of the Sprit of Vancouver Island. They rolled their eyes at me, not believing one thing I said; I had said it all too many times before. Then one of my friends elbowed me in the stomach. I turned around to see “him” walking towards us. In my mind time had slowed down as he walked to me and then right past me. My friends stared at me questioning why I hadn’t talked to him but I just blushed.
“Next time,” I stated.
Near the end of our class trip everyone was standing in line, waiting to get off the ferry. I looked over to see him standing with a bunch of his friends. I took a deep breath and walked up to him.
“Hi,” I said all too happily.
“Hey?”
“Can I talk to you...alone?” I asked. All of his friends were staring at me as I spoke.
“Why?” he questioned. His face looked sweet as he spoke that one word that shattered my heart. I tried to speak but nothing came out.
Then in front of everyone I ran away from him and began crying like crazy. I couldn’t do it. After three years I still couldn’t tell him how I feel. I felt horrible about myself and even worse, everyone had seen. I couldn’t have been more embarrassed in my whole life.

The day had come. The last chance I'd have to confess to him. I waited anxiously for the school bus to come up and when it did... well, I wasn't ready. As I walked up those gray, metallic stairs, I looked toward the back and saw him there. My heart was beating so fast it felt as if it would jump out at any moment.

I hope he'll like the sandwich, I thought to myself. Just when I was about to take the seat beside him, I tripped on my shoelaces. I felt like dying, literally. The container that held my handmade lunch for him was... all over his pants. The lettuce, tomatoes, mustard and cheese. My face turned a horrible red and I tried looking away, but I just couldn't help myself. He looked down at his jeans and I waited for what felt like an eternity for his speech on what a terrible person I was. Instead, a warm smile appeared and he started laughing hysterically. I joined along, confused.

We then just sat there, laughing for ages and after that day, I got happily rejected by my crush.

It was a dark winter morning and kids had just begun to line up for a dreary school day ahead. I was shivering severely from the rather short dress I was wearing. I was forced to wear it since the trousers of my school uniform had recently torn.

I winced as a cold breeze brushed by my bare legs. I sucked in the icy air through clenched teeth, wishing I was in someplace warm. I drew in a sharp breath of air. Rookie mistake. Cold air scraped the inside of my lungs and left me with a burning sensation spreading throughout my body. Must I always hold my breath each time Jason Miller walks up to me? However the pain was worth it. Jason handed me a football, announcing that I was their substitute player. I could have died of happiness. Finally I had the chance to impress him with the thing he loves most.

Of course I don’t know how to play football, but how hard could it be? The sound of my heart pounding in my chest echoed in my ears as I sprinted onto the field alongside of Jason. Before I could even take position, the game had commenced. I stood there paralysed not knowing what to do until Bill Anderson shoved me in the back.

Quickly I developed a strategy to duck behind team mates to ensure maximum security till they began to get irritable of my presence, then I would dart across the field to another team mate. It was working well until I was making a switch and the football came soaring right at me at full force.

I put out my arms and closed my eyes when the ball hit. It sent me flying into a snow bank two feet away from where I originally stood. The snow absorbed me, yet I could still hear the muffled laughs of the nearby kids. I could have died of embarrassment.

Bam! the next thing I know I'm lying flat on my back, eyes to the sky with my biggest crush laughing. I was trying to figure out what had happened; then it hit me. My attempt of a front flip to “wow” my crush had gone completely wrong. Then, instead of helping me up, she stood there and giggled with her friends while I struggled to my feet. By the time i was up, everyone had left and I was standing alone in the green meadow. Standing out I texted her” What just happened out there?”

She replied,” Next time if you are going to try and impress me, try something you can actually do”
I thought I would be able to impress her by renting a suit and taking her to “Earls”. When we got there she decided to order the most expensive thing on the menu. Caviar which cost $100. After our meal I offered to pay, since I took her out. After I pay the bill of $130 she just walks out on me without a thank you.

The next day I come to the school to give her a hug to say sorry; then again my foot gets caught behind her leg. I then again fall flat on my back facing the roof.

The most embarrassing thing I ever did for a crush was spy on him on a date. It was the most indignifying experience that I have ever committed and will never do it again. I found out about the date from a friend of mine who told me when and where they were meeting. I started out by waiting behind the bush closest to the entrance doors then I closely followed them into the restaurant where I asked for the booth next to their's.

I hid behind the hostess as she ushered me toward the table then I scooched into the leather seat and whispered my order to the waitress. I tried to listen to their conversation, but I couldn't quite hear through the thick partition. I was dissapointed, sitting in that restaurant all alone, sipping on my Shirley Temple... But then they slid out of their booth to go to the washroom and a genius plan popped into my mind. I figured I didn't have much time so I quickly got out and squished myself under their table. Did I mention that tables are disgusting?

There were so many pieces of gum plastered to the table and to make matters worse, my big head was having a hard time fitting against the surroundings, but I managed a barely comfortable position. When they came back they slid into their spots and my crush's legs were right beside me. I hadn't thought before of the possiblity that he might stretch out his legs. Oh well, there was nothing I could do now.

When he finally did outstretch them, he started stroking the edge of mine with his foot. He was playing footsie with me! I sat there in a shocked, but perfectly happy, state. Suddenly I saw the girlfriend get up to go get something from her jacket and he realized what was going on. He looked under the table. "Breanna?"

Having a fear of heights this was not the field trip for me. My class was going to go hiking. I had been anxious the whole morning, debating whether or not I should actually go on the field trip. I was leaning towards not going. The teacher announced we'd be hiking in pairs. My crush asked me to be his partner; how could I say no to that? Now I had to go. My heart was racing a million miles an hour.

Hiking up was the easy part. Going down was the part that made my heart pound. Thump,thump,thump. I was sure everyone could hear the noise. I looked down the edge of the mountain feeling lightheaded, and dizzy, as if I was on a never ending Merry-Go-Round. “It's not that steep,” I tried to reassure myself. But it didn't help. Not at all.

I took a deep breath, (inhaling) the scent of pine trees hoping it would calm me down. Just then my crush came up behind me and said, “Don't Fall.” He smiled. He started going down waiting for me to follow, so I did. But I ended up doing the opposite of what he told me to do; I fell down flat on my butt. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I could hear their laughter follow. I turned to see him laughing at me,too. I now know not to try and impress your crush by overcoming your fear.

It was a Friday afternoon and I was really excited because my crush asked me to go swimming at his house today. I immediately said yes! He told me his parents couldn’t know about it and I knew that my mom would never let me go. I decided to lie to my mom and tell her I was taking the dog for a walk, but instead I would walk to his house.

I was now walking to his house. The closer I got, the more nervous I was. I text him when I was almost there and he said he was already in his pool and all I had to do was go through his gate. I was super excited I was going to be hanging out with him.

When I finally got to his house I was really anxious. I quietly walked through the gate with my dog and saw my crush swimming. All of the sudden a large dog came charging at me and started barking, I started to panic. Then my worst nightmare. My crushes dad had overheard the dog barking and rushed outside to see what was wrong. I quickly grabbed my dog and ran back out the gate but as i was running I tripped and fell right on my face! I ran home as fast as I could.

The next day at school was torture my crush was laughing at me the entire day and I don’t think he will ever forget it.

To be honest, I didn’t really know him. In fact, I didn’t know him at all, except for his name, that he was graduating that year, and that we have mutual friends. But that didn’t stop me from liking him! It was almost like an inside joke between my friends and I, so on Valentine’s Day, we thought it would be funny to send him one of those candy-grams that our school sells every year with a note attached.

And so I did, note and all, written on flashy paper, of course. Well, actually, it was more of a letter than a note, but anyways, the thing is, something in my 14-year-old mind thought that it would be a good idea to include my name AND the name of the mutual friend. I thought that since we didn’t know each other, he would never find out that it was me. I got my friend to give it to her cousin to deliver to him, to whom he was friends with. Happy that I completed my ‘mission’, I went on with my day as usual.

When the bell rang at 2:59, little did I know that I had just made myself (in)famous among the seniors. How did I know this? All the grade 12’s were waiting for me in the cafeteria after school to see who Jeff’s not-so-secret admirer really was. Needless to say, the rest of the year was not complete without the jokes, teasing, and Jeff avoiding me.

To be honest, I didn’t really know him. In fact, I didn’t know him at all, except for his name, that he was graduating that year, and that we have mutual friends. But that didn’t stop me from liking him! It was almost like an inside joke between my friends and I, so on Valentine’s Day, we thought it would be funny to send him one of those candy-grams that our school sells every year with a note attached.

And so I did, note and all, written on flashy paper, of course. Well, actually, it was more of a letter than a note, but anyways, the thing is, something in my 14-year-old mind thought that it would be a good idea to include my name AND the name of the mutual friend. I thought that since we didn’t know each other, he would never find out that it was me. I got my friend to give it to her cousin to deliver to him, to whom he was friends with. Happy that I completed my ‘mission’, I went on with my day as usual.

When the bell rang at 2:59, little did I know that I had just made myself (in)famous among the seniors. How did I know this? All the grade 12’s were waiting for me in the cafeteria after school to see who Jeff’s not-so-secret admirer really was. Needless to say, the rest of the year was not complete without the jokes, teasing, and Jeff avoiding me.

Valentine’s day. The day of love. The day I told that special guy how I felt about him. I slaved away all night cutting lace, gluing hearts and sprinkling glitter,making what I thought was going to be the perfect card. It’s morning, my alarm clock’s ringing, today's the day. I get out of bed and put on my favourite red shirt, then go downstairs to eat. I’m not hungry. Just too nervous. I get to school early, early enough I can put the valentine on his desk before anyone else gets there.

Finally, everyone arrives and the teacher says we can open our Valentines. We look around and notice he’s the only one with a card, a card from me. He opened it maybe out of curiosity, or hoping it was from someone else, but his face turned ghostly white after he opened it. All his friends crowded around and laughed in my face. I was so embarrassed! I went running out of the room crying and not wanting to go back into the class. That was the first and last time I was going to make a valentine for the guy I like.