Highschool Sweetheart Meaning Novels & Stories

Elodie Reed. When I read the article attached, it felt like I was reading a fairytale. They had been high school sweethearts. She was a transfer student, and a scholarship kid at a school for the wealthy. She was stunning, the kind of girl who made people stare, every boy in school tripping over himself to win her attention. Every boy, except Apollo, the hottest guy in school. Of course, that didn’t stop the girls from despising her. They bullied her relentlessly, terrified she’d catch the eye of Apollo.

“I’m good, thanks.” One of her friends, a tall girl with dark hair, giggled. “Oh, come on, Ash, give him a break,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You can’t blame him for being distracted. He’s probably just thinking about his girlfriend.” Ashley’s smile tightened, but she didn’t back down. “Please,” she said, waving a dismissive hand. “High school sweethearts are so… temporary. College is where you really find yourself.” she said, looking from me to her, her eyes full of a confidence that made my skin crawl, “we would totally make an ‘it’ couple. You know, the power couple of the campus.”

*** Walking down the hall of Sultan high with her two best friends, Amanda just couldn’t believe it was her final year in high school. She thought about everything she’ll miss. She took a stop at the school fame wall, watching herself in the picture holding the trophies she had ever won for the school. She remembered her glory days, how she had led her cheerleading team, the sultan’s flower through championship and claimed the price. But there was a lot on her mind, like the state championships coming up soon and other stuff she thought her friends won’t understand but most importantly, her forever crush, Jake Bush.

" How can I lure him to myself when I haven't even fully understood my feelings yet. " " Don't worry, sweetheart, we won't have to rush the lessons. " ~~~~

I mean, the happiest woman. We spent the rest of our stay in Kenom as if it was our honeymoon. It was more than three years delayed, but it was more meaningful for both of us. The day we go back to Croas, we are already Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson Scott. The true meaning of it and not just an arranged marriage that my father had for us.

“I should not have been such a dick about it. I know that you love me, even before knowing I was your mate you went and bought me such a pretty ring. Add on the fact that you are a bomb in the sack. I don’t even know why I was so worried about it” “It’s a big step, its permanent. Once you are marked the only way for the bond to break is though death” “I wonder if that’s where the marriage vow till death do us part came from” “Most likely, humans like to copy us” I laughed. “So, you really are now stuck with me for the rest of your life?” “You are the only one who I will ever want to be with. Talking about the future, have you thought about what you would like to do after high school? I know

he said. "You know those cliché boy meets girl scenes? Like dropping books and reaching for it at the same time. Like being stuck in detention together and finding out your ‘mortal enemy’ and you have a lot more in common than you thought? Like your soulmate in question, dating the cool guy and you’re the dumb nerd that no one notices? No one but her? Yeah, I wish my case was the same, you know. Even as cliché and cringe-worthy as those scenes might be, there’s always some happy ever after. Okay maybe not always, but more times than not, you feel me?” He said, hands in his pocket as he walked down the road, still reminiscing on the ‘good old days’.

“What are you saying? You don’t mean this—” “I mean every word.” My voice was steady, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’re not my girlfriend. You never were. You never will be. The only girl I’ve ever loved and the only girl I will ever love is Jenny. My high school sweetheart.” The place became silent for a moment, and the whole quad froze. Then, like a wave, the whispers started. “Oh my God, did he just—” “Jenny? Who’s Jenny?” “Wait, he’s still in love with his ex?”

He groans, sweating profusely. "Ouch! Ohh...evander...too sweet" i moaned out incoherent words as the ecstasy threatened to tear me apart. I wished to call him romantic names but he wasn't mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my eyes rolling at the sweetness of his dick. I realized that I missed having sex more than I thought. Mostly this passionate and from someone who makes my heart skip.

But my mind is only half focused on that because his words are still ringing in my head. "Sweetheart"! He said it, I heard it, and he can't take it back. Oh my god! I'm trembling and shaking and I know he thinks it's the orgasm, but it's just that word! It doesn't have an absolute definition but it has a meaning, a promise to it. And I know, our relationship is now different than it was just a moment ago. I don't dare make too much of it but I can't help making something of it.