First Semester Qb Tyler Novels & Stories

His best friend Matt Lampert was the team's quarterback, and they were both recruited by Carolina. But there the similarities end. While Taylor's gone from victory to victory in his college career, Lampert's languished on the sideline. With Carolina QB Thomas Wilkens playing at the top of his game, sources say Lampert has refused to consider a different position, and his extracurricular activities have made the coaching staff reluctant to deal with him.

Especially the boys. “Hey, Beauty! Sup!” Tyler said with a smirk as his eyes roamed Claire's body from her to toe. “Don't worry, I will take good care of you. I'm Tyler Turner, by the way, the basketball team captain. You can just call me T.T. in shirt.” Tyler continued with a grin and even offered his hand for a shake but Claire ignored him completely. “Hey, I'm Jason, Jason Murphy. Nice to meet you. I'm also from the basketball team.” Jason came forward and introduced himself with a boyish smile but was also ignored by Claire.

I cheer occasionally, more focused on how the new students play. Tyler is dominating the game and even though I know nothing about American football, I can tell he is an excellent player. Jake is still on the bench, waiting for a substitution. I don't know the names of the other guys, but I quickly learn their names as their girlfriends call out their names. "Are you seriously not going to watch the game?" I ask Ally and she nods her head, her eyes glued to the book. I return my focus to the game and notice that Jake and another guy, Adam, are switching.

They craned their necks as if they had planted themselves firmly on the floor to watch the drama unfold. “What’s the meaning of this?” Tyler was the first to demand an answer. As he stared at me, he clenched his jaw tightly, like he was interrogating a heinous traitor. “You hid your enrollment into this university and became Professor Grant’s teaching assistant? When did you start being so calculative with us?”

I say, probably sounding more grateful than I should. "Mind if I sit?" he asks, already sliding into the chair across from me. Tyler's a wide receiver, one of the guys who's always been friendly but never quite made it into Ethan's inner circle. He's got an easy smile and confident swagger that most girls find attractive. "Thanks," I say, relief flooding through me. "I was starting to think everyone on campus had decided to pretend I don't exist." He laughs, but there's something in his eyes I can't read. "Nah, just... you know how it is. People are still processing everything."

His eyes were still on me and if looks could kill, I’d most likely be dead. “She’s funny, she’s really funny,” Coach said while still laughing. “I like that. Tyler and Noah are funny too. I think the three of you will get along really well.” “I don’t need a tutor,” Tyler bit out and the coach frowned at him. “Yes, you do son. You’re one step away from being expelled from the football team. Is that what you want?” A muscle in his jaw twitched and his shoulders tensed. “No.” “Good. Because I don’t want that either.”

CHAPTER ONE TYLER Tyler Reyes – National Championship Final Northbridge Hawks vs Silverhollow Storm The arena was shaking. Deafening. The kind of loud that rattled inside your chest. “Thirty seconds!” Coach’s voice thundered behind me. I gripped my stick tighter, my gloves damp with sweat. My heart thudded like a war drum. One–one. Final period. Championship game. Twenty thousand people screaming from the stands, but I only saw him. Mason Grant.

My mouth went dry. “Tyler’s distributing like a pro,” I managed. “But he’s hesitant on the drive. Remember last week against State? He passed up an open lane because he second-guessed himself. Maybe… maybe you could pull him aside one-on-one. Give him that look you give when you’re not mad, just… expecting more.” Liam’s eyebrow lifted. “That look, huh?” His voice dropped an octave. “You pay attention to my looks, Alex?” I felt the blush crawl down my neck. “I pay attention to everything that affects the team, Coach.”

Nova POV The whole week was basically getting ready for tonight. But there were a few things worth mentioning. First, monday…the whole football team questioned the suspension of the coach, with the exceptions of Tyler and Patrick. I had texted Patrick about it, not being too specific, but telling him that the coach had gotten in trouble for homophobic actions and abuse. Tyler was in school Monday but spent most of his time in the main office or guidance. I saw him when I was called to guidance to speak to a social worker from the group investigating the situation and saw Tyler briefly.

The first quarter belonged to Henderson. Their quarterback, a senior named Briggs who moved like he'd been playing the position since he could walk, picked apart the Westbridge secondary with the calm efficiency of someone who had read the defense before the snap and already knew where the ball was going. Two drives, two scores. Henderson 14, Westbridge 0. The student section had gone from euphoric to anxious in twenty minutes. On the sideline, Coach pulled Dante aside after the second Henderson score. Not to berate him, Dante hadn't been on the field for either drive. To talk through what he was seeing.