Highschool Cliches Novels & Stories

I smirked. “What's your point?” He pressed me to continue. “My point is after high school is over, we the nerds will probably go on to become successful and famous and dumb jocks like you will have a beer belly and a bald spot before you hit your 30s. I'm going to even throw in a couple of child support cases, since your daddy's money will be like bait to the type of women you go for. Easy!" I looked over to Velma when I said the last part. I saw the fire in her eyes and I got scared.

And why did they want to ruin me so badly. The headlines were beyond brutal. I went from being called a slut, to being called a seductress, a social climber and a loose woman who slept with both brothers for material gains. Even worse were the messages flooding the office group chat. Screenshots sent to me anonymously, group memes mocking me, emojis of snakes and beds and coffee cups. It was childish and very triggering. Someone had even instigated I might be sleeping with HR and demanded an immediate investigation and or termination of my employment.

Past April 2009 Why are teenager’s idiots? That was my first thought as I walked into Central High School in Aberdeen early that Tuesday morning when I saw my locker painted with the word "Fox" painted for the third time. Ever since I was in high school, my appearance turned out to be a complete nuisance for the simple reason that the boys had the belief that they should have me. When I told them no, they got to the point of doing stupid things like that and spreading horrendous rumors.

Three years ago. Jace's POV. The drama. The fights. The scolding. The hard training. The excitement. The laughter. The meaningless relationships. It's all over in just one day. As I watch all the seniors run wild with excitement, ripping pages out of their notebooks and littering them around because whatever is on there has officially become useless to all of us, my thought is, what was the point? What was the point of high school? "School's out forever, bitches!" Matt screams in my ear and his girlfriend Daisy squeals after him.

Daisy and I scrolled through them in shared, silent resentment on our commutes. My high school career could be summarized in one word: invisible. Geeky, awkward, a face that hosted a monthly pizza festival. I went to senior prom with a nice girl from chem class and spent the night nervously sweating through my shirt, my highest achievement a clumsy, closed-mouth kiss goodnight.

If anyone thought he was hot back in high school, they hadn’t seen the upgrade. And I had seen him shirtless. Twice. Unfortunately. The images forming in my mind were all kinds of wrong. Especially since I’d just gotten out of a breakup. And the guy in question made high school hell for me. Not the “you look weird with braces” kind of bully. The “I dumped milk on you, suck it up” kind. I hated him for that. I still did. “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m going to get shy,” Liam said over his shoulder, smirking.

I smirked, “I’m not.” Nate looked at me like I had just grown second head. “So let me get this straight…. Brittney? The same girl you ignored all through high school?” “I didn’t ignore her,” I defended. “I just….. acted like I didn’t notice how she felt.” He scoffed. “Same damn thing.”

______ High school a place for the weird and unweird, funny thing is I'm the weirdest here, I only got one friend and that happens to be my bestie, and I love her so much, but sometimes I feel if she gets to know the real me that she'd think am a freak and leave or she'll tell the authorities or even if she happens to accept me, I'd feel like her pet cause come on am practically an animal, my thought gets interrupted by a loud horn A jock in a sports car filled with cheerleaders, he pushes his horn again "move it weirdo" I quickly get in my senses and leave the way, as he drove by I yelled sorry and one of the cheerleaders yelled "well fuck you" I just let it slide and just got focused on ge

I was pretty much popular, for you know what, pranks. "The earlier the better baby, now, shoo, you got an early start," Mom responded. They had no idea about what happens to a new student, the pranks, groups, and oh! Bullies. They didn't seem like problems to me though, only the thought of making friends, because I was bad at it and that was what high school was all about. Cliché and cheesy relationships with an icing of heartbreak and betrayals. I didn't like any of it.

It might be lonely at times but I'd rather be alone forever than sleep under the same roof as Scott every night. I dropped my skateboard to the cement and started riding along the sidewalks toward Phillips High. It was a place I'd come to love and mostly hate over the past three years. Highschool has to single-handedly one of the worst ideas anyone has ever had. I mean, it's a bunch of horny hormonal teenagers thrown into a hot ass building all day to learn a bunch of boring shit hardly any of us are actually interested in. Personally, I'd much rather skateboard and get high all day, but here I am about to attend a bunch of pointless classes.