First Semester Qb Tyler Novels & Stories

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

Then, she saw him. Tyler. Tyler Bennett, who’d been the star quarterback of their football team, the most popular guy in school, the one who’d always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He was standing near the bar, his back to them, but Kayla would recognize that broad shoulders and that cocky stance anywhere. But when he turned around, she barely recognized him. His face was gaunt, his hair unkempt, and he was wearing a worn-out suit that looked like it had seen better days. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was holding a glass of whiskey so tightly his knuckles were white.

The hum of the fridge filled the silence of the apartment — familiar, steady, too loud for a morning that already felt heavy. Footsteps shuffled down the hall. Tyler appeared, hoodie half-zipped, backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair stuck up at odd angles — kid looked like he’d wrestled with sleep and lost. “You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a mug. “Coach said I could come in before class to help with drills.” He grabbed a protein bar and then spotted my phone lighting up again. “You’re trending. Again.” “Lucky me.” He tore open the wrapper, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It’s about her, right? The reporter?”

Gwen began to catch parts of the conversations going on around her. "That kid sure took the school by storm!" laughed Ralph Smith, president of the local bank, as well as father of Tyler Smith, the team's starting tight end. "He plays quarterback like a pro, and then sweet talks the school's prettiest girl into going to the dance with him tomorrow. I'd better keep an eye on this boy or he'll have my job before Christmas!"

“It’s their first rehearsal, right? They’ll be stuck there forever. Didn’t you say you asked their driver to give you a call once he drops them off at home?” “Yes, but…” “They’re fine, Lil. Sit back and experience school spirit.” Reluctantly, I lean into the metal bench. Down below, whistles pierce the air, and I see him. Tyler stands apart from the rest of the team, his helmet tucked beneath his arm, with the number “one” displayed boldly on his jersey. Even from this distance, I can feel the confidence oozing from him. Thankfully, we haven’t had any more encounters for two days now. I’ve painstakingly avoided him at school and he’s gone back to staying upstairs whenever I’m at the house.

And chuckled at him. Tyler put his hand over Kevin's shoulder saying, "You got more brave than how you were in the past." "It's not me who changed. It's you who changed drastically. You wouldn't even care to take a look at a girl in our class but here you are head over heels for Lucy." "Firstly, Shall we talk about what you are here for?" Tyler turned to me and asked, "How's your tutor?" "Tutor?" While I was being confused, Tyler continued, "I just came to know that he's certified to teach you. Your brother will be teaching you and help you graduate from high school. Wasn't it great?"

"What do you mean? Did someone recognize you? Oh god, Clara, tell me you wore those sungla—" "No, it wasn't like that.” I interrupted rather impatiently. “The guy running the shop... do you remember Tyler Wills?" There was a beat of stunned silence on the other end of the line. Then, Ashley let out a low whistle. "Tyler Wills? The lacrosse god? The guy who spent half of senior year in detention and the other half making every girl in the zip code lose their minds? That Tyler Wills?" I nodded like she could see me.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * O N E M O N T H L A T E R * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TAYA's POV : "I can't believe today's finally here... the first day of our second semester as high school seniors!" Hallee sighed dramatically as she pulled open her locker door. "Yeah, winter break went by so fast," Gabe said, leaning his back against the next row of lockers.

I muttered. "They will only be here for a little while then they’re heading out to town." "Who are they ?" While I debated the severe ideas about not dating, Tyler did possess some appealing buddies; older, more mature, sexy college men. Perhaps I could hold off the relationship vow of silence for now. "I’m not sure. He said 'we' while we were on the telephone. He didn’t mention who was included." I expected it to be James. James, while he wasn’t the school quarterback, seemed like he could’ve been using a well-built figure and was a man next door with great looks.

another player chimes in. "We were starting to think you were imaginary." Orion shoots them both a look. "Bailey, these idiots are Tyler Morrison and James Chen. Tyler is our left wing, James is defense. Try not to let them scare you off." "Nice to finally meet you, Bailey. Cap's been way less grumpy since you came around." Tyler says with a grin. "I'm never grumpy," Orion protests. "You're always grumpy," another voice calls from across the ice, followed by laughter.