Football Player With Big Forehead Novels & Stories

I've watched plenty of football games on television before, but the small screen doesn't accurately portray how big the actual football players are, especially when they're wearing pads and helmets. As I watched the players run and move on the field, I found myself being more intrigued by everything they were doing. All the players moved like they were one, all in sync with each other. If one player progressed up the field, there would always be two other players by his side, shielding him from the tackles. "Don't they look hot?" Leah gushed, her eyes fixated on Connor. "Yeah," I said, "I didn't know it was possible to pull off the helmet and shoulder pad look until today."

"I like him. He's nice. He used to play football with Vinnie in high school." "Ugh, he's a football player?" I ask. "Yes, but not the typical asshole you'd expect him to be. He's more...soft." "And hot." Raisa adds, still looking in his direction. I check him out as he's leaning over the table to talk to one of his friends. He does look good. He's got the baby face and the muscles, which is a deadly combination if done just right, wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt that shows off his biceps. If he had tattoos, I would probably be going over there right about now.

He then dyed his hair black to avoid being spotted by her, and when she transferred schools, he just kept it that way. Rocky doesn't play Ice Hockey like the rest of us, he's the captain of the football team, and even if he doesn't take anything serious, he takes football seriously. And like Ant, Rocky also majors in business. "Don't you have a preseason game tomorrow? Sleep is not your friend, huh?" I yell over the blaring music, slinging my arm over Rocky's shoulder. I tower over him at 6' 2, with Rocky at 6' 0. We're all a tall bunch, which works in our favor when it comes to attracting the ladies. Being an athlete doesn't hurt either.

"That number sixteen player is so damn good." Autumn smirked. "And he's a cutie too." "True," said Mey, again causing us to pause and stare at her. "What? I have eyes, I can see his face." "Yeah, but you've never said anything about boys' appearance before. Every time we asked you who's cuter you always answered Harry Potter, which I don't think he's cute at--" I stopped blabbering and looked at the guy with football gear on, standing in front of the bleachers holding a huge sign with my name on it. "What is he doing?" My eyes widened in surprise.

Gulping audibly, he started to back away but was roughly pushed by the quarterback- Victor Ivanshov. Victor’s dark eyes shined in displeasure as he glared at the nerd furiously. He brought Alex closer to his face by the loose hoodie. The two males were of equal height, but the same cannot be said about the build. Alex resembled a toothpick in front of the bulky football player.

we yell back and join Aiden in the toast. Tobias Landy reaches up and grabs Aiden around the waist, which isn’t easy. “Come here you silly little muffin.” He swings Aiden down and cradles him in his arms while everyone laughs and hands out encouragement from “drop him” to “smack that ass.” People unaccustomed to the rowdy nature of football players might question what’s happening right now. This is stereotypical big boys and their toys. They’re the biggest boys and the biggest toy on the planet for them is football. I could be in the community college locker room right now. The only difference…these are men with million-dollar contracts playing America’s number one sport. They’re acting like

I knew it was him because his surname was written across the back of his jersey. You know, I'd never realized how big football players actually were. They weren't just tall. They looked solid. Broad shoulders. Thick arms. Pads making them seem even larger. They moved across the field with surprising speed wearing so much equipment. And somehow. He stood out anyway. "Oh my God." "What?" Maya asked. "They're all enormous, do their coaches grow them in a lab?" I laughed. "Serena." "I'm just asking questions." Maya adjusted her glasses.

I looked up, breath catching, and there was Jake, the tall star quarterback, still towering over me even though I was in my tallest sneakers. His dark hair was damp and messy under his helmet, which he’d already tossed somewhere. His shoulder pads made his chest look even wider, and those tight white football pants hugged every thick muscle in his thighs. The front was stretched tight over the obvious hard bulge that had been teasing me all season whenever he caught me staring from the sidelines.

This time I didn’t release the pressure I had on his foot. “I got to Los Angeles this month and I’ve been busy between adjusting and work, right David?” I nudged him with my elbow. “Yeah, right.” The blonde guy laughed in a way that says he doesn’t believe me. “Famous players you can list?” he asked. “Of course. Neymar, Ronaldo, Messi, Muhammed Salah, Balorz, David’s favorite player and so on. Are you doubting my love for football?” “No, I’m not. It’s just… one more question. You recognize these players you just mentioned? Including Balorz?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

I had to raise my drink to him in return. “Ah, American, aye?” “And you’re a Scot, aye?” The bartender laughed. “That sounds terrible.” “Sorry, it didn’t sound right to imitate your accent, but that’s pretty calling.” “Aye. Our football players. Soccer.” “I see. So they’re kinda a big deal around here.” “Aye. Pretty big like Stephen Curry for basketball or Aaron Donald in your NFL. And I just got their autographs and a selfie.” “Wow! So, they’re really a big deal.”