All Chapters of The Quaterback Contract : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CARLSON After two weeks of not seeing each other, it was another day to meet again. Although this one was going to be different from other times we saw each other. I wanted us to do so many things together but I respect her decision of going home. I wished things didn't turn out this way. I wished things were different.When I opened my eyes after a long night's nap, all I could think about was Maddie, the little time I spent with her making cookies.She looks so happy and I want to see her that way. Maddie brightens up my day with her giggles and I’m happy to have her by my side- and of course, the fact that we were going to see each other today. What more could I ask for? I jumped out of bed and let out a yawn, catching up with the door of my bathroom and then stepping in to have a moment. After which I returned to make an important call. Nothing much - just a reach out to Maddie who needed to let me know whether she still wanted to see me or not. This was important to know befo

MADDIE The Sunday I waited for had come. Finally. I woke up happy. For the first time in weeks - weeks ago when I came back into the house to spend the holidays with my family. Who could have thought something like this was waiting here for me? Ignoring these thoughts, I snapped out of bed, caught up with the closet, and took out my towel. There was a lot to do before I left for school - I had given the time to Carlson who promised to be here before that time. The only thing I needed to do was be ready on time - more than on time and avoid disappointing him. “Good morning.” I picked up my phone to check the time, dumped it back, and continued my journey to the bathroom. Finally, I would leave my mom to find her life. I didn't want to. I wish I didn't have to do something like this, but what choice did I even have? I caught up with the bathroom door when I realized something I may have forgotten in my room. But then, just when I was heading back, I realized someone knocking on th

CARLSONNot many people were supposed to be in school. Who then was there? I had reached the door a while ago - opening it without any hesitation. My legs stopped moving when I held the door handle, pushed the door open and then looked out to take a look. Then I found someone outside. A fellow student who looked like he wasn't just returning from his own trip. This was Jamie. His dorm wasn't so far from mine and as soon as he heard the cracking sound my door made, he turned around to look at me. There was shock on his countenance. Before I could say a word - although I didn't plan on saying anything, the door to his room opened. He looked at me again, then was out of my sight the next time - his door shutting that same moment. Why did he run like that? Is he running away from something. He looks like a scared rat.Did I look like a ghost to him? I asked myself before walking back into the space of my room. What was he still doing in school? Did he even travel during the holidays?

MADDIEThe first thing that hit me was the smell.Soft perfume, fresh fabric, something expensive I had never known personally but somehow recognized. Carlson kept walking ahead like he was born in places like this. He reminded me of people who lived large, although I didn't have any special reasons to think so. Or maybe I did. Didn't I see the driver hand him over a purse the day we were dropped last week? Maybe he was alright financially - who were his parents? Father, especially. I met his mother once in the large mansion I visited the last time. We were two different people from two different world. Everyone seems to be against is together but I still had this hope that we will work.I didn’t care about peoples opinions anymore. It’s a matter of if I’m happy.He seemed alright. Meanwhile, I was trying to make sure my jaw didn’t drop open like some lost kid who had never seen more clothes than she had money. It was only three hundred. Three hundred fucking dollars The Ladies’

MADDIETime seems to pass so quickly so is my emotions. I was getting less attached this time. I and mum spoke more like three times in a week and I’m getting my soon to be step mum calls.At first it was an unknown, if I knew it was her in the first place I won’t have picked up the call.Her voice, I con recognize that voice even though I was in a dream.“Hello” I flinched, my stomach tightened and I couldn’t say a word. For a moment I wanted to get off the phone and cut off the call but then a part of me want to hear what she had to say.“Are you still there”I swallowed mustered a courage to speak to her even though I didn’t want to.She started by apologizing for what she did to my mum but then no amount of apology was going to erase the deep scar.She asked what I wanted if I had forgiven her but I said right there no. I’m yet to forgive. She paused and said she will give me enough time to.I was already irritated by her calling me. How did she even get my number then I remembere