Captain Awkward Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You are, right?" "Oh, no, no- I'm not. Jared's the Captain. " He opens his eyes and turns to look at me. I resist the urge to take a step back when he says "I don't want to be weird I guess I'm just nervous." Don't worry, I hold the "weirdo" title. "By the way, I'm Kyle. " He smiles and gets up extending his hand. Like I don't know his name already. When I don't return the greeting, he just takes it back and uses it to rub his neck.

How do I fix this? “What about you, Ajax? How're you holding up with all this?” Mom asked with a look of concern on her face. Ajax heaved a frustrated sigh and that told us everything. “It's hell. I even got held off the team for now.” I pushed back my chair. “What?! But that's not fair. You brought them into the finals!” “Tell that to Coach Gallagher.” He sighed. “Ugh! Now who's gonna captain the team. Owen Wilson? That crawfish who can't even score a goal to save his life!” I dragged my hand through my hair. This is all messed up.

Rick challenged back. “I see you still don’t me?” the captain said with a cold smirk. “You are a necessary evil.” Rick said flatly. “You just like to disguise your true colors under a cloth of holiness.” “Whatever,” the captain looks towards a silent Aaron. He frowns has he senses something about the man. But he can’t place his finger on the pulse. He shrugs his shoulders calling his men. Aaron feels the sweat dripping down his back but he keeps his focus on the captain. This man had a look almost like a kind of familiarity. This quietly makes him wonder if the man might know who he was.

I turned to him. I smiled, but I was still worried about her. I didn't call her this morning, but she left a good-luck text message. The game is about to begin. The Manhattan team skated in. We shook hands before the game. “Contain your anger, Captain,” Elias said, tapping my shoulder. My face remained cold. After we shook hands, I saw a smirk appear on their center/captain's face, Marvis Ross, when our eyes met. My face hardened. He was my cousin from my mother's side, a rude and arrogant little tramp.

We just looked at each other—knowing we did it. Our teammates crowded in. A celebration had already started. I skated slowly toward the benches to grab water when someone blocked my path. A tall man in a navy and white suit. The American captain. He looked like he just stepped out of a battle—face flushed, hair a mess, gloves off. But he smiled. "How the hell did you and Xavier do that?" I blinked. Still catching my breath. Still trying to find the words. And that was when it really hit me...

Instead, one of them stood stiff like he was on parade, chest puffed out, and bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking except I’m not your captain, I’m your humble servant, here to make sure you don’t die in the air today.” The other one cut in like a bad comedy duo. “Correction: I am your captain. He’s just my wingman.” That earned a chuckle from Alison, who was already scrolling through her phone. “…we ask that you keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times. Snacks will be served, turbulence is optional, and if you hear us arguing up front, don’t worry… it’s just us fighting over the aux cord.” I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Where did you find these guys?”

I told him, throwing a bit of praise his way. Yates smirked, a familiar cocky glint returning to his eyes. "Well, I happen to be the captain of the varsity hockey team. Who wouldn't like me?" "Good question," I murmured dryly. "And then, of course, there’s you," he added, his voice dropping an octave. My brow furrowed. "Me?" "You completely like me too, don't you, Gwen?" he challenged, a knowing grin on his face.

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

The group could only shoot Niccoli a look of disapproval while at the same time, silently praying that the captain was benevolent enough not to take it as a blow to his ego “Nope. We are just having a casual stroll. Pay us no heed.” Captain Styles replied in nonchalance and in return, his lackadaisical attitude made Audrey and her friend breath a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, seeing as the newly arrived captain has no desire to stay for long, Jace figured that they no longer had time to beat around the bush. So instead, he stated their intention right away. “Then would you be so kind as to allow us in your ship? As you see, we are trapped here.”

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."