Highschool Sweetheart Meaning Novels & Stories

“I’m sure she would never admit that. But yeah. I think so, too.” “So what did she find out?” “Nothing bad. Apparently, you were the high school sweetheart in Jacksonville. A lot of girls must be pining for your attention, huh,” I replied. “Jealous?” he asked, a crooked smile spreading over his face. “No.” That was a lie. I would probably be jealous if I saw him with somebody else. Some other girl who was flawless… beautiful… unscarred… unbroken. But then again… if he wasn’t blind, he probably wouldn’t see me, which I think was quite the irony.

My heat rose like a train up my cheeks , my heart beat got loud , I bite my lip out trying to back away but he didn't let me . " My name is Aaron , everyone here calls me Dean" His rough voice reached me . I nodded as he steps back , He grabbed my bag and motioned me to walk , " So , am I suppose to call you Dean ?" I asked looking back and I saw his eyes trained on something .

I knew I had shattered his dreams of getting part of my wealth by working with his obsessed daughter to get her impregnated and seeing him so afraid was a bonus. The only problem is I have no fiancee, I don’t like people getting close to me and I dread marriage. To solve both problems I’ll need to find someone only interested in money so she can not bother me by needing affection. I’ll protect her and provide whatever she needs the only thing is I’ll never love her. And I need this “her” before 8 tomorrow. And Just as I walk out something catches my eye.

"And he called me sweetheart." "He calls all the girls ‘sweetheart’," he retorted. "I tried to call a girl sweetheart once, and she practically screamed at my face." Dylan cringed at the memory. "Back then, I was so sure I'd be the youngest guy about to get sued for sexual harassment. I was thirteen." "See?" Cynthia's head shook smugly. "He's too full of himself." "Of course, he is," Dylan said matter-of-factly. "He was a basketball superstar when we were in high school. Every girl wants him, and every guy wants to be him."

I glanced back at the boys but already saw Michael stating at Sarah with this love and affection. "See the way he stares at you." I nodded my head towards the boys and she noticed Michael stating at her, making her blush when she turned to me. "Yeah," she chuckled and played with the ring on her finger, "he still gives me butterflies even after all these years." "That is...sweet." I didn't know what else to say! "I know right!" "How did both of you meet?" "He is my highschool sweetheart. And first Love." She smiled still playing with the ring on her finger.

Oh god, no. Without waiting a moment longer, she began to read. ‘High school has a set of rules. No, I’m not talking about the ones imposed by the principal and teachers, I’m talking about the ones set by students themselves. Rules which seem to have been passed down from generation to generation. These rules are how we define the hierarchy of the entire school. Valley High has the most cliché hierarchy of them all. The social elite are made up of the football team and cheerleading squad. Our Queen? Savannah Miller. Every girl wants to be her, and every guy wants to date her. But what is life really like for high school royalty? First of all, it seems Miss Miller doesn’t have the natural sle

He wanted to prove to the board members that he was the rightful candidate He was still as crazy about Katherine as he was when he saw her for the very first time. She never failed to impress him. She graduated high school with distinction and there was a long list of colleges that were ready to give her a scholarship. Ashton helped her a lot with deciding what would be best for her.

"Enjoy these moments. They're the ones you'll treasure forever.” Mr Williams and Abigail's mother were highschool sweethearts in the past, she would make home cooked meals and sneak to put them in his locker. Back in high school, Mr Williams was your typical bright teenager, always focused on his studies and perhaps a bit oblivious to matters of the heart. It took him some time to catch on to what was happening around him. He had asked her out and she agreed and since then, they behaved like the typical love birds just as Henry and Abigail.

"You're gonna have to make me fall out of love with my husband, which is impossible. I've been with him since I was eighteen." "Was he your classmate?" He asked, straightening himself but still having a flirtatious smile on his face. "You know what they say about high school sweethearts? It starts with so much fire and at last, it fizzles out into nothingness. No passion, no chemistry. Nothing..." "Oh really?" I said sarcastically. "That's a lie. And a huge misconception. Also, my husband wasn't my classmate." His eyebrows arched mischievously. "Really. Where did you meet?"