Random Teenager Novels & Stories

She chuckled, “yes, he needs to know why you don’t want to hold his hand, he may think you don’t want to see him at all, unless that’s what you want.” I shook my head, “no, I want to see him, even more than I do, but I also don’t want to lose myself again, I want to enjoy being a teenager.” She smiled, “tell me Brooklyn, what do teenagers enjoy doing?” I creased my brows, “lots of things, going to movies, shopping at the mall, hanging out listening to music, swimming, rock climbing, dancing and.., well you know.” She shook her head, “no I don’t that’s why I asked.”

I slurred. Fueled by my tipiness, I stood up unsteadily. These teenagers, probably no more than eighteen, were engaging in such unsavory activities, and I felt compelled to tell them off.

Kean looked away, intending to leave. "Are you really not interested?" Regan was surprised that a mature teenager like Kean didn't think of himself like a female friend. "You know, a lot of teenage delinquents from ordinary circles come. Most of them are unstable, sometimes because of family problems. So, they try to get into the dark life." "Don't care." Kean glanced at his flatly. "What's the point? Are you explaining this to me?" "Just for fun..." Regan deliberately didn't continue, immediately pulling Kean inside-out forcibly.

And now she is a bloody teenager at the age of thirteen. I’ve always been a trouble maker when I was a kid and it got worse when I went to secondary school and my mother died of cancer when I was fifteen. Shit hit the fan and I met the wrong people. At the time I thought that they were my best mates. Everything they did was cool and I wanted to be like them but I wasn’t like them and I kept getting into trouble. Smoking weed a couple of times, then it became a regular thing. Not going to school and sleeping around became my routine.

I couldn't believe what I saw. I turned my gaze back to his wallet. It's his school ID, Hearthstone Academy's ID. There is his name and his grade level as well as his birthday. If he's born in 2003, then right now, h-he's just 18 years old ?! I looked back at Rhys who was still looking at me. I can't believe that he's just 18 for Pete's sake! I almost had sex with a freaking minor! I was about to go down when he held my waist, stopping me.

"Look at me." The younger involuntarily looks up. Why the fuck do they sound so commanding? Zachary brings up two of his slim fingers to the younger's forehead and taps lightly on the warm skin. Iandor was stupefy for a moment as he brings his own hand to touch on the spot that was tapped earlier. "Jay is a teenager, he's easily attracted to the things he likes." Iandor’s eyes grew big at the statement. What? Zachary smirked. "If it makes you feel any better, you could just pretend like he doesn't exist.", he shrugged. Casually suggesting like its the most easiest thing to do.

“Nevermind. I just haven't been home in a while now so I have no clothes with me.” “You live alone?” Curiosity etched in his voice. I nodded, lying. “Don't lie to me. You look way too young to live alone.” “Alright, fine. You got me. I don't live alone. I was locked out.” I tried to pass it out as a joke and let it slide. “I'm Nineteen, by the way.” “Why were you kicked out?” He questioned. “I honestly have nothing to hide. Let me say I'm the bad egg of the family.”

He ears perked as he heard her mumbling something like ‘you don’t look like human’ but was not sure. “What did you said?” He voice dangerously calm. She looked at him horrified and then quickly said. “Nineteen..” “What nineteen?” He swear that this girl was mad. “You asked how old I am. I am eighteen.” He recalled asking her age but it was on sarcastic note. “Oh really? I thought you were nine.” Sarcasm dripping. “Yeah my friends say I look younger. Like 17 or 16 but 9 is new. I don’t think I look like kid.”

I lied. from the look of his face I could tell he still got some things to ask before I cuts in... "...Can you take me to the basketball Court?" I asked. "Yeah sure!!" He admits then we proceeded. "How old are you?" He asked. "Am thirteen" I responded without delay then returned the question to him. "Am a year older" he replied. "Wow, that means you're fourteen?" I asked. "Yup" he responded. "For how long have you been in this school? I asked.

I drop the photo amongst the ones I’ve already taken a look at and hold another up my face. My jaw clenches. This is a photo of a teenager is sat on a concrete bench just by a fence painted with graffiti at night. The photo graphics gives a late nineties aesthetic. Wearing a leather jacket and black cargo jeans with a can of beer in his hand, the teen stares at the camera boredly. The reddish eyebags around his eyes prove and tells a lot of tales. A lot of struggles most people back then would refer to as teenage hormones. Teens are always misunderstood. I know that because I am one. I take a careful look at the picture before turning it around. -Killian.