Captain Awkward Novels & Stories

Wake up you sluts!.” Captain growled, splashing water on them. Tina and Meredith scrambled up. their torn clothes were wet, clinging to their skin. Captain’s pulse raced as his dick hardened. “The only person who’s on a holiday here is…” he pointed at himself. He smirked at Tina, his eyes lingering on her breast. Tina scowled and crossed her arms over her chest as she gathered her knees to herself. “Not happy to see me? Or were you beginning to think i would never show up,” Captain said aloud, dragging Tina’s to the iron bar violently with the chain tied to her ankle.

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.”

“At least you’ve held your age. You don’t look a day over twenty.” “You should move seats,” she teased. “I think the sun is in your eyes.” “You’re just as beautiful as the day I first asked you out,” he said with a wicked grin. Their conversation was cut short when the Captain stepped up on deck. He wore a pair of jeans and a pullover knit sweater rather than his trademark uniform and across his shoulder was a small black backpack. “We will be going ashore, unless you need us,” the man asked, his grey mustache curling in his mouth as his deep French accent held a cheerful tone.

I closed my eyes briefly, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow me whole from the embarrassment I felt. “There goes the elder brother card,” I muttered and Asher ignored me even though he heard what I said. The guy beside me cleared his throat lightly and extended his hand. “Relax,” he said easily. “I promise I’m not planning her kidnapping. I’m Jace, captain of the basketball team.” Asher looked at the hand like it was wrapped and smeared with poop. But he took it anyways. Their hands released, but Asher didn’t break eye contact immediately. Suspicion rolled off him in waves.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

Hell, no one aside from my two friends would even recognize me off-campus, and yet I'm talking like I'm some celebrity desperately trying to hide from the paparazzi. Well, I might not be the celebrity in question. But I'm riding with one. The notorious hockey captain l. He comes with unwanted attention, and I hate unwanted attention. So the truth is, I don't want people to see me with him. They might recognize me, and I'd likely be the talk of the class for the next year. "You're funny," Carl says, pinching the bridge of his nose in amusement. "You talk like you're some renowned figure. Get out. Let's grab something to eat."

I stopped skating, breathing hard, my stick loose in my hands. Kael, my new roommate and the team captain, skated over and poked me in the ribs with his stick. “Is this still about that girl? What’s her name again?” Kael asked, his breath visible in the cold air. “Emily? You’ve been like this since you got here, man. Distant. Off. You used to be a captain. Show us something.” I wiped sweat from my forehead and forced a nod. “I’m sorry. I’m still adjusting to the new atmosphere. I’ll do better. I promise.”

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

A bead of sweat could drop from my body, and I'd fucking hear it. Great. Abso-fucking-lutely awesome. And once again, I'm stunned and stuck to the spot. Like a fucking deer. ~ "Hey, slowpoke." The guy with the blonde hair and green eyes from before slaps my padded shoulder as we skate out. "I'm not slow." I snort, already annoyed. What's wrong with that prick of a captain? And I still don't know his stupid name. Another dark-haired guy peels the blonde-haired guy's hand off me.

a reporter called, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You have got this captain” Martin said, I glanced up at the tall alpha. “Thanks” I said and went up to the reporters, “hello” “Hello,” some answered. “How do you feel about playing against Crimson icehawks? Especially after their captain knocked you out on your last game together?” A female reporter who I perceived is a beta asked, reminding of the last season, several months ago. Crimson icehawks and their damn Captain, Orson Vexley. Orson Vexley is a pompous, arrogant, full of himself bastard.