Captain Underpants Credits Novels & Stories

"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."

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

The video zoomed in close right as Brayden leaned down and pressed that slow, deliberate kiss against my flushed cheek. The caption across the bottom of the screen read: Star hockey captain drops the gloves on his own identical twin brother over a freshman. The drama is drama-ing at Berkeley. "The comments are absolutely brutal, by the way," the pink-haired girl whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and fake sympathy. "The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment."

I have never seen him play before~~ ~~I think this is Nico Lancaster's replacement @Nico Lancaster~~ ~~Why was Captain Nico on the floor like a princess waiting for her prince charming to save her @Nico Lancaster~~ ~~This guy is going to be the biggest player on The Viper team, I love him already~~ ~~What's his name and can we get more videos of him? He is way cooler than Nico~~ A bitter laugh escaped my throat, and I dropped the phone onto my thigh. The sheer nerve of these people to tag me directly. They wanted to make absolutely sure I saw them dragging me.

I smiled at it. It was my Batman, Maxxie. And I had of course added the underwear that I hoped I would someday see him in.

"I just got a text from the primary athletic brand that sponsors your team. They were ready to drop your contract because of the cheating drama, but now? They think this visual of you two walking out together is marketing gold. They see a massive opportunity here. The executives called me directly, they want to talk about a brand new campaign, and they are talking millions of dollars if you stay together." Marcus looked between Ryan and Emma, letting his words l sink in. "Contracts, commercials, public appearances. Millions of dollars on the line, Ryan. All you two have to do is pretend this relationship is real for a little while. Just long enough for the hockey season to start and for the

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.

There was a comic on the front page of the school newspaper titled Underdog and the Bad Boy Who Broke Her Heart. I know it was a stretch at first to assume that the word Underdog had been an insult to my name Underwood but as my eyes drifted down toward the comic strip written about the Underdog and the Bad Boy Who Broke Her Heart I could see that it was about me and Mark. The comic started with me drawing Mark in for a kiss, both of us intensely making out, and then the rest of the comic went on to replay everything that Mark and I had said to each other word for word. There was a slight difference though, at the end of the strip just before I left, according to the comics, I turned around

“You want to keep your stipend? Then you’ll do it. The team just won their opener and everyone’s obsessed. I need an exclusive feature on Cole Arden. The captain. Get close to him, get quotes, whatever it takes. People eat this stuff up.” I crossed my arms. “Athletes are just walking egos with sticks. I’m here for fine arts, not to stroke some guy’s pride because he can slap a puck around.” Sarah leaned back in her chair. “Then stroke it with your words and get paid. Deadline is end of next week. Don’t screw this up, Lena. A lot of people would kill for this spot.” I left the office pissed off but knowing I didn’t have a choice. The stipend covered my books and part of my dorm. Without it, I