The father was expressing that it would be wonderful for his son to remain on the west coast, and that the Sounders have undoubtedly established themselves despite being such a young squad.According to Nahuel, Schmidt has been an extremely valuable asset. It is unlikely that Williams will come across a more qualified mentor in the United States."That might very well be the case," the father suggested with a nod.It's always the politician, it seems.To prepare myself to respond to the questions, I smiled, nodded, and mentally played back previous experiences several times. Nonetheless, Dad and Nahuel did the majority of the talking. In response to Nahuel's request for some imported beer, Dad respectfully denied the offer. My thoughts started to wander.I was curious as to whether or not she went home, as opposed to attending one of the post-game parties, which is what I would have liked for myself. As I stopped to think about it, I couldn't help but wonder if she went to one of the
He growled lowly, "Maybe if I hadn't been stuck with you, I wouldn't have made it that big, but there's no way I would have ever settled for what was convenient. " Do you hear me when I say that you will not accept anything less than the very best in any situation? You won't accept anything less than being the very best, will you? I didn't answer. I had no clue whether or not I should, but the chances were that if I answered him when he didn't want me to, it would be worse than if I didn't answer and he had to ask again. I had no idea whether or not I should answer him when he didn't want me to. It "doesn't fucking matter anyway," he added as he straightened his back and began brushing imaginary lint off of his jacket. "Doesn't fucking matter anyway," he said. "Like you would return to this place even if you were in the neighborhood. You probably can't wait to get away from me at the first opportunity. I said to my father, "I'll still return home," and he smiled. Although my hands w
I was unable to contain it, and as a result, some of the excess liquid eventually leaked out. I responded by stating, "There was a vehicle wreck." I couldn't call it an accident. Because I was the one who made it possible, we can rule out the possibility that it was some kind of freak accident. "I was a child of twelve years old at the time." She said in a hushed tone, "What happened?" A surplus of. I stabilized my hands by reaching down and grabbing the railing while I peered out over the river. I physically tried to force the memory out of my head by tensing up and trying to prevent it from coming back to me. The pressure caused my temples to start hurting. Sharon uttered the words, "I'm Sorry." You are not required to bring it up in conversation. I managed to swallow despite my constricted throat. I didn't want to think about it because I didn't want to bring up the memories, but I wanted her to be aware of it nonetheless. I had no idea why I wanted her to be aware of it; all
He growled lowly, "Maybe if I hadn't been stuck with you, I wouldn't have made it that big, but there's no way I would have ever settled for what was convenient. " Do you hear me when I say that you will not accept anything less than the very best in any situation? You won't accept anything less than being the very best, will you?I didn't answer. I had no clue whether or not I should, but the chances were that if I answered him when he didn't want me to, it would be worse than if I didn't answer and he had to ask again. I had no idea whether or not I should answer him when he didn't want me to.It "doesn't fucking matter anyway," he added as he straightened his back and began brushing imaginary lint off of his jacket. "Doesn't fucking matter anyway," he said. "Like you would return to this place even if you were in the neighborhood. You probably can't wait to get away from me at the first opportunity.I said to my father, "I'll still return home," and he smiled. Although my hands wer
Despite the fact that my throat was constricted, I was still able to swallow. Despite the fact that I didn't want to think about it because I didn't want to relive the memories, I wanted her to be aware of it all the same. I was clueless as to the motivation for my want for her to be aware of it; all I knew was that I did.I said it with my jaws clenched together and pointed to a tree that she had run into. I refrained from looking in her direction and instead kept my attention fixed on the water as I listened to it flow over the rocks. I didn't even bother to acknowledge that she was there. It was painfully difficult to make the effort to keep the scenes out of my conscious mind while my head was really pounding, and I was doing my best to block them out. The pain in my brain was excruciating.After sensing a chilly brush on my arm, which caused me to look in that direction, I looked down to see Sharon's fingers stroking slowly up and down my forearm. After that, I peered in that dir
"Are you going to put that tiny cherry in your mouth?" As we were leaving the supper, Dad questioned us about it."Fuck yeah," I said without thinking about it."Damn," Dad laughed, "that would seriously piss off her father." "That would seriously piss off her father.""Heh," I said with a small smile, and I licked the inside of my lips with my tongue. "Yeah, I'd say that it would." Dad's advice: "Well, get her worked up so that she'll do your biology work," You need to maintain your attention on the task at hand, but it's okay if you tease her a little bit as long as it doesn't get in the way. Murphy was bragging about how intelligent she was, so if you play your cards properly, maybe she'll be able to help you with the rest of your schoolwork as well.I responded with, "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan." As my thoughts went through the events of the time I had spent with her, I nodded my head in agreement.Seeing her standing there in the hoodie, just beyond my target.The comfor
She gave me an odd look as she glanced at me for a moment before turning her head away again.She muttered, "Well, I hope I didn't miss too much," as she picked up her pace and continued walking. "Catch you in the biology class!""Oh yeah!" I yelled out as I picked up the pace in my pursuit to get there before she did. "What the hell was with the blow off that took place last Friday? Do we go with this endeavor, or do we not?"She came to a stop and gave me a sideways glance.She advised, "Don't feel as if you have to put yourself out," and I couldn't agree more. "We can meet in the library after school if that is convenient for you.""I am participating in weightlifting.""How much longer is that?""Only a quarter of an hour.""You can count on me to be there.""Promise?" I asked.“Promise.” She flashed a grin.“Okay.” I smiled back at her as she turned the corner into the hallway. I yelled out, "See you later!" in anticipation.She gave a wave and continued on her way.The pace of i
"Look, Phanuel," she began to him with venom in her voice, "I know how the whole jock thing works. You are the most valuable member of the team, yet even if you don't do much, the grade you receive reflects that. I got it. You don't need to put on any sort of front with me. I am well aware that you have no intention of actually contributing anything to this endeavor, therefore there is no reason for you to even bother pretending to be here. I assure you that I will write your name at the very top of the article.“Hey!” I extended my hand and grasped her arm, but I let go of her right once when she hissed angrily at me. "I am able to complete my own work!""Oh, well, whatever!" She distanced herself from the situation and rolled her eyes. "Despite the fact that you are consistently tardy to class, Mr. Bucher has said nothing to you about it. You don't take notes, and you don't even carry a pencil—you fucking slacker!It took me a few seconds to get over the fact that she used the word