Captain Awkward Novels & Stories

The kind of good-looking that didn’t try—didn’t need to. Mara whispered beside me. “Oh my…” she muttered. “Okay… that is one seriously attractive guy.” He walked straight to the bench. His gaze locked on the quarterback, steady and cold. “Get down,” he said quietly. “And follow me.” The quarterback laughed, hopping off the bench. “Relax, Captain. We’re just celebrating. You should try it sometime.” He clapped him on the shoulder like they were equals. “The crowd loves me, yeah?” The captain’s expression didn’t change.

Next thing I knew, I rammed into him, and the blade of his shoe broke. Like, how in the world does that even happen? People rushed over on the ice at once. I saw his leg was twisted. My hand covered my mouth in horrific frenzy. His leg looked broken and I told him so I could not beat the painful expression that absorbed his beautiful face. The coach had some of the players carry him to the school's clinic. Before he joined them, he looked at me, then said “I guess you are the captain now.” What? That's not even my problem at the moment. Adrian just had an accident and he's talking about one stupid captain thing

Mark said shamelessly and received a glare from Cindy. Arya continued to bow her head and coughed even more. What about her? She had picked……. It turned out she was not only a ugly fly…….she was also abnormal…… She was wrong. The most uncouth of the uncouth is not Jack. It is definitely Mark.

Captain lost his speech, his brain malfunctioned and automatically shut down. He was prepared for a lot of things but this scenario wasn’t one of them. All of his team members didn’t even answer him. (I’ll look around. Calm down.) “Calm down? I can’t calm down! What do you mean I need to calm down? None of my teammates have answered my call, you shithead!” Hisoka gave a look at Smiley, shaking his head in disbelief. Deeply understood Captain. “Have compassion, please.” Captain heard Hisoka’s voice calling Smiley out.

(Captain Arwyl Maedrym) It was a stunning moment, to see captains in their proud and striking uniforms, in the middle of the Refugee Camp. Extending their hands with a proud and respected looks on their face, and on the one that excepting that respect is the family of 3, that is clearly crippled. People did not know of it yet, but at these moment, these is probably, the humble beginning of what would be a meteoric rise of once a fallen family.

“I am the captain. It is my job to call it out. You charge in every time like you have a personal war going on. What is your deal Volkov? Why so angry all the time?” Kade shoved my shoulder not hard but enough to make me step back. “Angry? You have no idea. You grew up with everything handed to you. Perfect family. Perfect record. I fight because that is all I know. You want me soft like you? Not happening.” I shoved him back chest to chest now. “Soft? I fight every night for this team. For these fans. You show up with your scars and attitude and act like you are the only one who knows pain. News flash. We all carry shit.”

Behind him I see Jesse turn, confused, looking at me with curious worry. I open my mouth to stumble something out – anything – to beg them to help – But before I can, a loud clap sounds at the head of the room and we all spin towards it. Everyone goes silent, staring at the Academy Captain standing there with four Sergeants. He’s a gigantic man with a rough, craggy face that doesn’t look like it’s seen a smile for twenty years.

I don’t know why he’s enjoying in annoying Adira. “Did you saw Captain?” Alas asked out of nowhere. My forehead creased. Come to think of it, I didn’t even saw him today. I didn’t even see him in the field. “He’s not feeling well.” I looked at my cousin, asking. “Well, someone was having so much fun standing under the rain as if she’s Bella Swan, so our Captain took the courage to be her Jacob Black even though he wants to be her Edward Cullen.” My mouth parted and I quickly turned away. The girls looked at me while raising their eyebrows. I should’ve known that this guy will eventually know everything about it.

I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings. My thoughts spun wildly, haunted by the face behind that cage helmet. I sucked in deep breaths, though none seemed to be enough. This had to be a dream. I refused to believe that this was my life because I’d done everything possible to avoid this moment. Jameson’s deal with Coach Stetson was supposed to save me from him. How could the universe be this cruel? “If you’re looking for a playmate, Malachar, look closer. You’re the only kid in the room.” I crossed my arms despite my erratically beating heart. “So return my kit. Now.”

"Bill," the assistant coach said, his voice stern and disappointed. "Apologize to your captain. Now." Bill spat blood onto the grass, his pride clearly warring with his survival instinct. Eventually survival won out. "I am sorry, Captain," he said through gritted teeth, the words clearly tasting like poison on his tongue. "I did not mean to offend you. It was just a joke." Zade did not acknowledge the apology. Just waved his hand dismissively and told the team to get back to practice. They complied immediately, clearly understanding that their captain was not in a mood to be trifled with today.