Big Forehead Football Player Novels & Stories

I yelled surprised to see him, there was so many universities in Boston, I didn't even bother to think he had meant Harvard. His face was surprisingly not hurt as how I had expected it to be. I thought they would've fought to how bad the argument was. "Well, you know, I'm actually doing two major's which is becoming an orthopedic and also a professional football player," He replied surprising me. "Not bad, it seems you have a lot of surprises up your sleeves," I responded. "Yeah, it shocks a lot of persons when I tell them that I'm doing two major's, so how about you. What are you majoring?" He questioned.

So much for being badass… My eyes trailed over his black hair as the sun reflected off of it, down to his defined jaw and perfect lips. Lord, save me, this boy was a walking sin. "I am not the intimidating one. Caleb Briggs, Holden University's golden boy, the star quarterback that is going to bring our team to victory!" I said enthusiastically as I moved my hand in front of him like a microphone. "Mr. Briggs, do tell us, what is it like to be the face of Holden Football?"

“Jeez, he’s huge. I feel like a runt. How tall is he?” “I don’t know but he’s over six feet for sure.” “I’m five eleven. He’s also wide. I bet he played ball, football,” he clarified. “Probably a quarterback. I bet he works out a minimum of three hours a day.” He adjusted his overnight bag as he whispered behind her as they walked to the car. “He’s hot.” She elbowed her brother behind her and shook her head at his exaggerated grunt when she connected with his abdomen. “Quit it,” she hissed over her shoulder. She gave a wave at Royal as they got close, “I thought you had your sports car yesterday?”

I'm happy with that. Alexander has these black eyes I want to drown in them and never wake up. It is difficult for me to see him if he stares into my soul. I love him for years. He is exactly about 6'3 inches in height. He has this athletic body because he loves football so much. He is the captain of the school's football team - an unbeatable and harsh player on the field and equally with his brooding stares. He is utterly gorgeous with a sculpted jaw, high cheekbones, beautiful black eyes, silky black hair with slight curls at the end. His hair is so disheveled that it should be illegal to look so handsome in it. His heart-shaped bee-stung lips are tempting to devour it. Not to mention, he

I looked up, breath catching, and there was Jake, the tall star quarterback, still towering over me even though I was in my tallest sneakers. His dark hair was damp and messy under his helmet, which he’d already tossed somewhere. His shoulder pads made his chest look even wider, and those tight white football pants hugged every thick muscle in his thighs. The front was stretched tight over the obvious hard bulge that had been teasing me all season whenever he caught me staring from the sidelines.

Brett's imposing figure loomed before me, his piercing hazel eyes seeming to see right through me. The quarterback's rugged charm was undeniable, from the chiseled lines of his athletic build to the unruly mess of dark hair that framed his strong features. The overwhelming scent of Axe body spray clung to him like a cloud, an unmistakable signature that seemed to announce his presence. As he stood there, clad in his worn quarterback jersey, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the sheer force of his personality.

" My laugh was self-deprecating. "Once you acclimatize to the city, you fall in love with the anonymity of it." But Kieran would never know. Incogintaurenity was something he'd never know again this lifetime. He was one of the tallest soccer players in the world. An Ashburn FC forward, renowned for his lethal penalty kicks and ruthless dribbling that had defenders stumbling over one another's feet as they attempted to cover him, he was, without doubt, the bane of every goalkeeper in the Premier League and the one mythological player every youngster in Europe and South America possessed a poster of on their bedroom wall.

he says and laughs. Asshole. Two players standing in front of me hear the exchange. Their damn eyes go straight to my breasts and it pisses me off. They turn away and listen as Kelson continues flapping his lips. Eyes shift away from me when I look to other players and that pisses me off even more. What the fuck do I need to do to prove myself? I lift the ice off my shoulder and lay it on the closest bench. “Now that we’ve been laughed out of the NFL by a pair of tits, we need to go back to what football is all about—”

"The quarterback, Isaac. He is hot, and I've heard he is nice, so he will hear me out." "Oh yeah, even when he rejects people, that guy is polite." "Which is why so many girls like him." There is a snort. "I doubt it's only because of Isaac's personality. The guy is huge. Is he juicing?" "No, I think they test their players?" "Yeah, but he is... I mean, have you seen him without a shirt on?" "I have, but as I said, they test their players, and that guy has been playing football his entire life. He is probably that big since he started to train early."

we yell back and join Aiden in the toast. Tobias Landy reaches up and grabs Aiden around the waist, which isn't easy. "Come here you silly little muffin." He swings Aiden down and cradles him in his arms while everyone laughs and hands out encouragement from "drop him" to "smack that ass." People unaccustomed to the rowdy nature of football players might question what's happening right now. This is stereotypical big boys and their toys. They're the biggest boys and the biggest toy on the planet for them is football. I could be in the community college locker room right now. The only difference-these are men with million-dollar contracts playing America's number one sport. They're acting like