Highschool Tropes Novels & Stories

"You’re freaking out because you’re a virgin, aren’t you?" My stomach twisted. I glared at him. "That’s none of your business." He laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Maddy the virgin. It all makes sense now." "Shut up," I snapped, my face burning with shame. I couldn’t believe he was doing this—mocking me, just like he used to back in high school. The same Ethan, always making me feel small. I pushed past him, getting out of bed as fast as I could. I grabbed my clothes, my hands shaking. I needed to get out of there. "Stay away from me," I muttered, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

Clementine POV A few days have passed and Fin and Creed are still not getting along, the two twins are also involved. I don’t know why they are fighting. All I know is they all hate Fin. Every morning I see Fin across from our room, waiting for me while carrying red roses. Sometimes I wonder if he has eaten or not because he was there too early so every time I see him I let him into our room and feed him even though it is forbidden and against the room rules. I wonder if Fin is happy with what he is doing to propose to me. I'll admit that I like him but I still don't want to let Fin know because I'm afraid that he might just play with my feelings. There are rumors that ... Fin was a great Pl

I returned to the small Mississippi town I had left years ago for my high school's centennial celebration. My childhood friend, Emma Brooks, had stayed behind and found a job there. When she saw me arrive in a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, her eyes lit up. She immediately asked to borrow the SUV for her wedding. Back in high school, I used to pay for all her meals. But this time, I refused. She scoffed, "Seriously? You won't even lend me a lousy car? Or did you just rent it to show off?" I told her the truth: it belonged to my company, and I couldn't lend it out without permission. She rolled her eyes and stormed off. By the time I got back to my hotel, the alumni group chat was blowing up. Emma had

I was the good girl who followed every rule, and he was the rebel who broke them all, but in this moment, we were just two tired students trying to survive the weight of expectations. My phone buzzed again on the table. Another notification. This time, it wasn't an email. It was a campus gossip alert: “Spotted: The Scholarship Queen and the Star Sinner getting cozy at the café. Is the good girl finally going bad, or is the bad boy learning to read?” I pulled my hand away, the cold reality of the "forbidden love" trope crashing back down on me. If my parents saw this—if the scholarship board saw this—everything I had worked for would vanish in a single click.

PAST (MS. LENI'S POV) THE BUS WAS ALREADY moving, and my students were all excited to reach our destination. A happy smile appeared on my face as I stared at them. 4-16 – the most peculiar section of the senior class. Consists of different teenagers, mostly sons or daughters from wealthy clans, bullied by their classmates but have potential, outstanding pupils that doesn't seem to give their best at school, and well, the prettiest and good-looking students amongst the seniors.

What comes to mind first when you think of high school life? The gorgeous cheerleaders, the arrogant jocks, the class-skipping idols, the Shakespeare aficionados, the vegans? Or is it the incessant buzzing of the alarm clock, the uncomfortable desks and chairs, the dreadful cafeteria lunches, the looming finals and exams, the lost mechanical pencils, the unrequited crushes and heartbreaks, the constantly energetic group projects? "Hey, watch where you're going!" a girl, whose outfit screamed Regina George from Mean Girls, snapped at me, her voice dripping with disdain. "This is limited edition."

High School is like a completion everyone for themselves it either you win or lose. The way I see things is that you have four years to spent here, that enough time to learn people and their true colors. I divided everyone into groups you have the popular sluts, brainless jocks, the rebels, nerds, and someone like me a loner who become un-notice to anyone that what I like. Let’s face it I choose not to become close to anyone once we graduate there a one out ten chance you will never see these people again.

Amanda, sitting in between her two best friends, stretched out her hands and held firm on their hands as they listened to Sam Turner, the Sultan high Student body president speech. “-- High school doesn’t end the same for everyone." He went on, placing both hands on the glass podium. "Some have happy endings and some don't. I have come to realize that a high school achievement is not all about your date to prom but about passion, diligence and dedication. We have learnt from each other positively or negatively, we've made each other stronger. I’ve had my share of adventure and it was a great year for me--" Amanda sank into the thought of her own 'high school adventure'. From championships

He was like a soulmate to me and I cherished him as such. We were actually rounding off our exams – The General Certificate Examinations that we normally have to show you have graduated from the high school. I and Kingsley read like we had never done before. We wanted A's in all subjects if that was feasible for us. It was and we knew it, just to take hold of the opportunity and grow a very healthy and cultured reading habit.

For the first time ever, I’d admit it, I was glad to be a part of some high school romance bullshit. And it all started with one stupid deal. * * * - - - - To Be Continued - - - -