Highschool Sweetheart Meaning Novels & Stories

I was still in a pool of thoughts on how she new about everything, not wanting to interrupt her, I let her speak. She seemed lost in thought as she continued. “One was my high school sweetheart. James, he was kind, and sweet, and wholesome, and good-looking. He was a star athlete at our little high school.” She smiled as she described him, obviously remembering him fondly. “Everyone thought we would end up together.” I nodded, wondering about the other boy. She sighed deeply before continuing. “The other boy, Jade, was a rebel. He had dark aura and he appeared dangerous, and handsome-as-sin.

Sarah’s dad has passed away years ago but his number is still there. Mike was a bit annoyed seeing this because he can’t find his name in contact, so he dialed his number. His eyes widened seeing what she had saved his number as-MY HEARTACHE. He darted up at Sarah who was still sleeping sound. The word MY grabbed his attention. There goes the butterfly in his stomach again and the betraying muscles on his legs. ‘She thinks I’m her’s!!!’ She didn’t use the word MY other than for her mother and father. He was a heartache but he was her heartache.

Silky, blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing a face with emerald eyes that made her look like a fucking wet dream. It was too bad my heart already belonged to my uncle's fiancée. “So,” she turned to me, eyeing me from head to toe before settling on my face. “Tell me everything about this, Hannah. And I want to know only the truth because there's no way I will be played for a fool again.” Fair enough. “Hannah was my high school sweetheart.” I cleared my throat lightly. As much as I enjoyed having her eyes on my body, this wasn't a conversation to be taken lightly. “We got engaged two years ago before my father died.”

"I'm scared. You didn't see how aggressive Emily was earlier. She looked like she wanted to kill me. Her mom didn't watch the road, and Emily blamed it on me. I'm afraid she'd blame you for producing the report for me. That would be a headache." I stayed silent, staring at James. The answer was clear as day. "She won't," he said, shredding what little dignity I had left. Everyone at the hospital knew I was his simp. I'd crushed on him for ten years. When his company tanked, I gave him every penny I had to get him back on his feet. When he made it big and women swarmed him, I never let go. When he proposed, I said yes without a second thought, thinking my devotion had finally paid off.

“You’re my first love, Kitty. You’ve always been the one. I never stopped loving you.” Kitty. The nickname hit me like a freight train, and my eyes dropped to the engagement ring on my finger. The three carat diamond ring glistened in the dim light of the hallway. I had always thought it was simple, elegant, and perfect—just like Ethan had claimed our love to be. But now, with my world crumbling around me, I realized that his nickname for me didn’t belong to me at all. Because the engagement ring had the engraving on the inner band: ‘kitty’.

Sharp-eyed netizens quickly identified Adeline, and the story spread like wildfire. "Wasn't Adeline Shaw already engaged? But not to you - to someone named Henry, right?" “He was just a company employee before catching Adeline’s eye. They were engaged, but why is she taking photos like this?" "What's this drama?" "Adeline and Bryan were childhood sweethearts - guess you can't fight true love!" “He's still a homewrecker. They were engaged! Not satisfied with that? Definitely a homewrecker!" Some users even dug up news of my grandmother's death.

Bella was so excited that her hands were trembling. At last, she could be openly with the man she loved. Before her fingers could touch the wedding gown, Apollo gently pushed her aside. Surprise flashed across his face. "Bella, you've always been a sister to me. How could we ever become mates?" She stared at him in disbelief. "I'm your childhood sweetheart, Apollo, not your actual sister. We're so close. Why can't we be mates?" Apollo held the wedding gown tightly, his expression lost and shaken. "I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't know you felt this way. The one person I love has always been Nora. I only ever saw you as my sister."

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

And lovely how her long, straight and healthy black hair falls without fault on her back. I watched her turn her head at the back row, where I was seated, and then she would smile, she always smiled. And when she smiles, she is very pretty, and little did she know how she drives me crazy. Her name is Irina Sanchez, my high school crush and my first love. She is totally unaware that I am always at a distance observing her, watching her and I am sure I will always be here for her. March 2003, junior high school, graduation day is approaching. This summer will be our last summer vacation before we leave high school for college.

“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.