Big Forehead Football Player Mga Nobela at Kwento

He straightened and looked at my mom over his shoulder, as if he didn't know she was there. "Mrs Bennett." He said casually, as he walked out leaving me alone with my mom. * * * * "Have you heard about the newly transferred?" Sofia, my best friend and only friend grinned sitting next to me at our usual table in the coffee shop. "The famous Maxton-wells star player. He's even hotter up close. And I learnt he's the new quarterback for our college football team." "Sounds cool, he's probably over his head right now." I murmured distractedly, my mind filled with thoughts of Nick. God! Why couldn't I get him and that damn orgasm out of my mind.

"He's a typical Beaumont, isn't he?" "That he is", Marthe replied heartily. "He has our prominent features, the hair, eyes and nose, but also enough from Hector when you compare them. His body built for example. And him playing football in Harvard only helped with that." "He played for Harvard?", I asked astonished. "Oh yes. The Crimson, that's their name. It did him good, made him develop some mass. He was a stick figure for a long time." I couldn't imagine that. "On the pictures he looks like he always had strong shoulders and a thin waist though!"

JOSH POV As one, we both turn back to Jenna and Rocco. “Is everyone calm now? Can we all discuss things like adults?” I ask. No one answers and I roll my eyes at their childishness. Why am I the only one who reacts without violence? The professional NFL quarterback, of all the people here, doesn’t resort to fighting to be heard. Seems like the twilight zone again. I walk over and crouch down to check on Bruno. The bleeding has stopped but his nose is crooked on his face. I know he’ll probably hate me for this, but I reach over and straighten his nose, hearing and feeling the bones grind under my fingers.

"I like him. He's nice. He used to play football with Vinnie in high school." "Ugh, he's a football player?" I ask. "Yes, but not the typical asshole you'd expect him to be. He's more...soft." "And hot." Raisa adds, still looking in his direction. I check him out as he's leaning over the table to talk to one of his friends. He does look good. He's got the baby face and the muscles, which is a deadly combination if done just right, wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt that shows off his biceps. If he had tattoos, I would probably be going over there right about now.

Steve wore a sports jacket over a dark mock turtleneck that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful chest. Ralph Smith addressed the group. "Folks, we're in for a real treat today. In case any of you've been living in a cave for the past couple of months, you need to know that our high school football team is undefeated, and much of the credit for that goes to this young man, Steve Hammer, team quarterback.

Gulping audibly, he started to back away but was roughly pushed by the quarterback- Victor Ivanshov. Victor’s dark eyes shined in displeasure as he glared at the nerd furiously. He brought Alex closer to his face by the loose hoodie. The two males were of equal height, but the same cannot be said about the build. Alex resembled a toothpick in front of the bulky football player.

I studied them all, seeing their heads held high, but eyes full of worry and doubt. The Highland White Sharks were the roughest football team in the tristate area. They were known to play dirty, sometimes going as far as to break bones, and have rarely lost a game. Last year, I had almost gotten burned by their Captain, Jack Farland, when he charged at me and took out my shoulder. Luckily it only got bruised, but I was out for most of the game because it was my throwing arm. Anyway, they were tough, and all the guys knew that, and most of them didn't want to go against them so early in the season.