Boyhood Daze Novels & Stories

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW. After spending the remainder of the night crying over the phone to Tara, and a couple of minutes trying not to think about the way my heart squeezed painfully when I saw Jace with Allison again, I gripped the hockey stick and tried to focus instead on the people in the arena. Maybe it was the adrenaline plus the tension, but the morning air felt unusually chilly. I gripped the stick, sighting, trying to both warm my hands and find something to keep myself grounded to.

But when the music starts, I blink in surprise. Boy Like You — Kesha. I look down at the card. Boy Like You – Kesha. Have you figured out what to do with a boy like me yet?You've got me hooked - completely wrapped around your finger.I'm beautiful and dangerous ... and you blow my mind. You are my new toy.By the way, this boy sees the light now ... it was all part of destiny's plan for us to be together. I snort. Cheesy. So unbelievably cheesy.

Something. But she was still here. Walking the same halls. Standing in the same room. Listening to the same accusations— That no one official ever actually said out loud. That didn’t make sense. --- The boy at the front faltered slightly. His eyes flicked toward Belle. Their gazes didn’t meet. She wasn’t looking at him. Wasn’t looking at anyone. Just— Standing. Existing. Like none of this could reach her. His jaw tightened. “…some people don’t deserve to walk around like nothing happened,” he muttered.

The sincerity in her golden brown orbs, made me Calm. “My B boy, trust me it's going to be okay” She added caressing my cheeks. Time stood still like never before. My pupils dilated, as a strong feeling of deja vu drowned me. The words: “My B boy, trust me it's going to be okay” Sounded so familiar. It sounded like I've heard them somewhere, sometime, but I can't remember when or where. I stood still stuck in a trance like state, it was as if I had retreated inside of myself; instead of being here with them, I stood so lost in thoughts, blurred images played in the pool of my thought, like a low resolution; like a bad quality movie. A sweet mellifluous voice with a tinge of AY'S tone spirall

Zara’s POV Before dawn we got back at Blackwood Academy, every other person must’ve enjoyed this short trip, but I can’t say the same for myself. The bus rumbled into the courtyard, tires crunching on gravel. Everyone was half-asleep, hair messy, faces shadowed with exhaustion from the Greystone trip. I tugged my hoodie tighter around my shoulders as I stepped off the bus, the wind biting into my exposed legs. My backpack thumped against my lower back with every step. Around me, students gathered in clusters, yawning and stretching, complaining about the early midterm start.

"That is Ryan. The living breathing definition of scum." My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket to see a text from Holden. "You look like you're having fun." I turned to look at him to see Jade with her hand on his arm. "So do you. I like your new girlfriend's nail polish," I inserted a winky face emoji before sending the text. "You're so immature, Bambi." I looked up at him to see him dramatically roll his eyes. He got on his phone again and I looked at my phone.

Ever since Thomas had taught them to dream walk, Sage had been trying to protect everyone by popping into their dreams occasionally, and now she just wanted to remember the good times with her dad & mom. She had begun the walk down a quiet street looking for a way to get into Jared’s dream she saw a little girl and her mother in the front yard. The little girl was playing in the yard with a small truck and a doll. The mother was digging in the dirt planting red and pink flowers. Sage watched as the mother had planted a rose crystal in front of the steps and covered it back up with fresh dirt. Seeing the necklace glimmering in the sunlight that was wrapped around the ladies’ neck, Sage knew t

jade's pov: after he started to swing I ducked and kick him square in the knee what is it with these guys and not protecting their knee's , after he went down I grabbed him in a chokehold and wrapped my legs around him pulling back I started to feel him knock out well I'm pretty sure I'm a boss bitch here now cause we had a circle around us and Blaine bodhi and Shawn and Jake looked like they were shocked letting go of Boone I instantly felt the cool air him me after jumping up away from him his warmth felt so good on my skin , weird gezzz why do I have to be a horny teenager shit it's so embarrassing. looking up I lock eyes with bodhi and he's looking fine as hell all sweaty and pumped up .

With a shared sense of playfulness, Rose and Saisha continue to dance, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the music as they lean into the boys, their hands exploring their waists and torsos in a flirtatious dance of proximity. As the boys' touch lingers on their bodies, a subtle tension simmers beneath the surface, heightened by the charged atmosphere of the club. Unbeknownst to Rose, Blaze, his gaze sharp and focused, watches the scene unfold with a growing sense of unease. His teeth grit in frustration as he observes Rose's carefree interaction with the boys, his possessive instincts flaring in response to the perceived threat to their connection. Determined to draw Rose's atte

I tried to form words, but they dissolved on my tongue. “M-Ro-Rowan… what...” I stammered, air choking inside me. I made to stand, but Daze’s hand shot out and caught my arm, pulling me back. What was he doing? Was he mad? Did he have a death wish? The next second, Rowan was no longer at the door. He was in front of us. Then Daze was flying across the room. The sound of his body hitting the wall was like thunder. Stone cracked. The wall split, and his bones gave a terrifying crack. His cry tore through the room. One of my maids dropped to her knees in shock.