Captain Jerk Novels & Stories

Jonah held back his anger, the scowl on his face turning into a smirk. Just then, the captain of the officers glanced at Wilbur before turning to Jonah. "What's the matter here?" "What's your name?" Jonah demanded. Jonah actually did not know who this team captain was. He had only just called the vice-captain of Special Forces to send a team over, but this team captain probably knew who Jonah was. "Team Captain of Team Two in Special Forces, Captain Burt Mackel," the team captain said. Jonah smirked as he nodded. "I suspect this man of illegal hunting, breaking and entering into forbidden territory in the city, and engaging in illegal activities. Please arrest him right now for interrogation

Marcus motioned to the direction of the opposite table right before stealing an apple off Erika’s plate, quickly munching on it like nothing happened. Indeed, the crew over there seemed pissed. Jake was probably the only one seated there that was actually amused by the entire situation. Because of his Casanova nature and status among the popular crowd, he often did and said whatever he wanted with little to no regards to honesty. So, he was not at all bothered by the way the geek was being portrayed and targeted. What mattered the most was Jeremy’s reaction and clearly, he wasn’t enjoying the show, but could do absolutely nothing about it for obvious reasons.

#DeSantisOut was trending in the greater tri-state area, which felt like an absurd sentence to think about his own name, but there it was, right under a meme of his face photoshopped onto a wanted poster. “You’re a mess,” Beckett said, dropping onto the other end of the couch with two mugs of coffee, handing Luca the one that said WORLD’S OKAYEST CAPTAIN, a gift from Gia two Christmases ago that had become permanently, mockingly his. “Suarez called. Twice. You need to call her back before she starts calling your mother.” “She already called my mother.” Beckett winced. “That bad?” “She’s making a lasagna the size of a door, Beck. That’s how bad.”

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.”

I was reviewing the daily schedule in the main training room when the door opened. There a tall player walked in with an easy smile. Jax Rivera. Star forward for our rival team, the Iron Vipers. He was known across the league for his speed, aggression, and endless charm. Tall, with sharp features, dark hair, and striking green eyes that seemed to notice everything. “Dr. Vance,” he called out smoothly, leaning against the doorframe. “Heard you are the best in the business. I pulled a hamstring in practice yesterday. Mind taking a quick look?”

In the end, only eight of the marketing firms were available to meet today. Not bad, considering the last-minute scheduling and Mr. Jerk-Face’s unrealistic expectations. I sighed as I drove back from Caffè Fiore, his coffee in the cup holder next to me, the scent sharp and bitter. Of course, I wasn’t going to suffer alone. I sipped my strawberry matcha boba tea with a satisfied hum, then laughed quietly at first, then full-blown maniacal. I’d bought my drink and a little treat. With his card.

When I had met him, I’d thought he was a jerk, then I’d thought he was a nice guy with a lot on his plate. Nope, my first impression was right. He was a power-crazed jerk. “What have I said or done that has been insubordinate?” I ventured. “He’s got you there, Captain,” snorted another guy, one I vaguely identified as the squad leader of Beta-three. “All he’s done is sit there, eat his food, and get reamed by his squad lead. Why the hell do you have it out for this guy so bad? Aside from his sleeping with your girl, but that was her fault, wasn’t it?”

Does she think I'm a jerk? "Who's jerk?" Patty asked. "He was referring to his---" "Jasper." The both look at me, then to Jasper who was now taking a picture to his self, then to Amira and Zeke who's quarreling. I really wanted to inform Amira that she was reading her book upside down. In case she didn't notice, then I wanted her to know it. "Zack, are you becoming crazy or you're just stupid? Haven't you know what exactly had happened to Amira by the time she got involved with Jasper, with that one you called jerk?" Krisha suddenly said.

It had been dumped on me and I wanted a full refund and a memory wipe. He was still a jerk. Knowing that a jerk had a big dick didn’t make him less of a jerk. It just made him a jerk with a big dick. I shook my head hard, like I could rattle the thoughts loose. Where was Nate? That was the only question that mattered.

"You're literally only two years older. Chill with the old man act." He chuckled and reached over to ruffle my hair like I was still a little kid. "I've got practice," he said, grabbing his hockey bag. "Text me if you need anything, alright?" "Aight, Captain," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee. Kai Mercer, captain of the Briar Ridge Eagles. Golden boy on campus. Stupidly hot on the ice. And unfortunately, my stepbrother. The same guy I kept having filthy dreams about. I really needed to get my shit together.