Stories Teenager Novels & Stories

If anyone thought he was hot back in high school, they hadn’t seen the upgrade. And I had seen him shirtless. Twice. Unfortunately. The images forming in my mind were all kinds of wrong. Especially since I’d just gotten out of a breakup. And the guy in question made high school hell for me. Not the “you look weird with braces” kind of bully. The “I dumped milk on you, suck it up” kind. I hated him for that. I still did. “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m going to get shy,” Liam said over his shoulder, smirking.

Then I called Christy to chat a little with her. “Come on Molly, you are no longer a new student, there are a lot of clubs in the school, find one to join. There are the drama club, the singing club, the debate club, the fashion club, the math club and you are very good in math, oh and they also have the nerd club, so which is it going to be?” “None,” I deadpanned. “Oh come, don’t be a killjoy.” “What of you, which one are you in?”

I pouted and folded my arms in front of my chest. "What is bothering you, babe? Talk to me." He spoke in a soft voice, placing my phone on the table. "I'm just worried, Tristan. I know we are dating and all is fine but you have this history with girls and obviously, you are more experienced than me. And then what happens after high school? Am I just a high school fling or is it serious? What if you get bored of me? Or worse, what if I'm bad at sex?" I started rambling like a crazy person while he kept staring at me with raised eyebrows and a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Joe stuttered with tears from his eyes as he recalled one of his previous ex's words. “You are too immature” she said after giving him a hot slap on the cheek. That was at age thirty-three, now he was more of an old man than a middle age for he is fifty years old. Joe stood up on his feet after realizing how many pains he might have caused Imelda, he fastened his shoes on and set to return home, his attention suddenly attracts to a scene where a teenager shouted. The teenager fell from a canoe into the big sea. “There's no way he'd survive the wave” a lady commented as people drew near to the scene.

"TV and good are mutually exclusive terms tonight. All we have is this teen comedy." They sat together quietly, watching the high school seniors navigating their way through the warped reality of their final year in school. Cassandra glanced over at Andre, and his eyes flicked to her. A wicked thought slipped into her head, and she grinned mischievously. She moved closer and gently pressed against his side. That felt good! "So, is this how your senior year is progressing? Are the cheerleaders all chasing after you, trying to steal kisses in the hallways, pull you into the locker room?"

The curiosity beams through her beautiful brown orbs. I can only shake my head. "Not for the underages. Maybe, when you are more mature, I'll tell you," I whisper gently, tempting her curiosities about the sex. In fact, I know the normal sex style in heterosexual, but for the same-sex gender, it's completely new for me. "Hmm. I'm not underage anyway. I'm eighteen years old. Next year, I'll enter university, just like you." Stacy rolls her orbs while reminding about her status as a teenager.

My hands curled into fists at my sides. “But he was just a small part of it. The rest of it is… the rest of the school. Mostly girls, honestly. They like to start things. They like the drama. They take one thing and turn it into a circus.” Coach’s face stayed serious, but his eyes softened just a fraction. “That’s not just Ridgeville,” he said quietly. “That’s teenagers with phones and too much access to each other’s lives.” I shook my head, anger pulsing. “They don’t care who they hurt.”

Anne spoke like it was the most normal thing ever and I rolled my eyes. “He’s dangerous,” I warned. “You didn’t see his eyes, you didn’t feel how he held me. It wasn’t a hug. It was a trap.” “Duh,” Jenna said, shrugging. “He’s a bad boy. That’s the whole point. But think about the perks! You get into every party. You get the best seats at the games and you get to look at that face every single day!” She exclaimed. “I don’t care about the parties!” I yelled, standing up with my heart racing.

Rachael stiffened her laughter as she started at Joy. "Bloom of youth is simply the stage where sexual desires are very high. Most of the time, it occurs in teenagers, which results in developing crushes, infatuation, and attraction. Not until one passes the bloom of youth, one cannot experience true love," Rachael explained. "Wow, that is great Miss Rachael. I feel I have passed my bloom of youth recently, "Joy said in a rather funny tone. "You wish. It depends on tho. While some tend to leave that stage faster, some might not get past it not until they are in their mid or late 20's," Joy nodded at her friend's explanation.

I corrected the whole group. They all laughed. “Puh-leaze,” the first cheerleader said. “We’ve all seen the video.” “So you all watch child porn?” I pretended to look shocked. They looked confused. “Because that’s what it’s called when an eighteen year old records himself fucking a sixteen year old then distributing it to the world.” I shrugged. “At least that’s what the judge declared at Brad’s trial.” I couldn’t believe the stupidity at this school. “No way,” said one of the guys.