Random Teenager Novels & Stories

“Me too. I’m sorry about being a dick about the girl.” I almost choked on my coffee. “What?” “You and that lady you had over. I’m sorry. I told you to date and then freaked out when you did. I want you to be happy. If you like her, you should keep seeing her.” My heart skipped a beat. “What changed your mind?” He shrugged. “I was being childish.” “You are kind of a child.” “I’m not a child. I’m sixteen.” “Ah, but in the eyes of the law and your father, you’re not an adult. I don’t mind you being a kid a while longer.”

he starts, voice smooth, a little playful, “tell everybody at home how old you are and what brings a sweet little thing like you to our couch today.” I tuck a strand of my honey-blonde hair behind my ear, “I’m nineteen,” I say, trying not to squeak. “I, um… I just graduated high school a semester late because I took a gap to figure stuff out, and I figured out I really, really want to do p**n. Like, big-studio stuff. Brazzers contracts, that’s like the whole dream.” Joseph laughs softly, not mean, just amused. “Brazzers, huh? That’s a goal you have there. Have you ever even been on camera before?”

He heard her say something but he doesn't know what. "Nothing!" Natalia told him and looked away and he narrowed her eyes at her before placing her documents down. "So you're 20 uh? See why I refer to you as a teenager? That's because you're one. I really don't know what a teenager is doing in this organization, you should still be in highschool" He asked, wanting to tease her a little bit. Seeing her pissed, gladdens his heart. "I think it's not right to tease someone about their age. I'm a bit lucky you know, I'm an intern at 20 then in few years, probably when I'm 23, I'll become a renowned lawyer just like you sir.

The music throbbed louder. “You see that guy over there?” I pointed toward a corner booth. “I think he’s sixteen. And that girl dancing near the bar? Probably fifteen. But they all look over eighteen, right?” I chuckled. “They all have fake IDs.” I chuckled. “It’s not that serious.” Teddy smiled, but his eyes stayed fixed on me, a mixture of curiosity and nervousness in his gaze. “But for you, handsome,” I continued, my voice dropping slightly, “you’re free to come here anytime. I’ll tell Arnold to always let you in. No questions asked.”

I hate school, then again, all you do is sit around all day and listen to old people ramble on and on about things you do not really want to know. And the next thing I hate, are the people that try to interact with you. Have you ever just not fucked with anyone, but people still claim that they fuck with you? It is the most ridiculous thing ever. The interesting part about it all though, is that no one will not even dare to look at me. I am what society would label as a deviant or a bad girl. To me I am just a regular teen doing what she wants, when she wants to. My name is Alexandra, but I prefer Alex. I am seventeen years old. I like to party and I street fight. I do not date because if on

He sat down beside me, staring at the dark sky with me. "Not exactly in the mood to party. Kinda want some alone time." I looked down, realizing how I probably sounded sad and pitiful when I said that. A teenage girl who prefers to look at the stars and be left alone on her 17th birthday instead of having fun. Great. Also kinda cliché, something that happens a lot in the movies.

Now he was late for the meeting because no matter how hard he jacked off, it refused to settle down. What am I some teenager going through puberty? he thought as he let out a soft sigh.

High school is the worse place for a sixteen-year-old girl with growing pains; I mean think about it, you're cooped up with twenty or thirty of your so-called peers. Everyone is judging and critiquing everyone else, everything you do comes under a microscope, and heaven forbid you're anything bigger than a size four, well then you're just not worth the air you breathe. I'm a size ten and I have no interest in starving myself into a lesser size. Apparently that's considered teenage suicide to think like that, bleh.

“It’s you,” I murmured. “Thanks.” He was pretty attractive, although he wasn’t exactly who I was lusting after. After meeting a handsome man like Tyler, somehow, the other men didn’t seem equally as fascinating as Tyler. I knew that I had needs, being eighteen. Yet, this nineteen-year-old boy had a dubious origin. He had kicked down tables at the food court and made life arduous for the hawkers. But to say I wasn’t curious about the purpose he was here was a lie.

I sigh and walk up to him with bags all over my arms. ”Wendy, I’ve known him longer than you and I’ve seen him grow up. It ain’t a pretty sight so stop being overdramatic and get over him. It’s not like I’m letting him have a girlfriend. He’s only 16. He’s still a stupid kid and probably still going through puberty.”