Football Player With Big Forehead の小説・ストーリー

"And I don't like football players, but I do refuse to date anybody shorter than I am." "Well, that leaves like three guys in the school for you to date that aren't football players, and one of those is your brother. You're like five-eleven, right?" "That sounds about right." "Good thing you didn't say 'dumber'. That would just leave one and I don't even need to add the part about being football players." "You didn't pronounce the n at the beginning of none." "That's not even true, Kota!" "Whatever, but if you're trying to say my tits only look small because I'm tall, I call bullshit."

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.

"The quarterback, Isaac. He is hot, and I've heard he is nice, so he will hear me out." "Oh yeah, even when he rejects people, that guy is polite." "Which is why so many girls like him." There is a snort. "I doubt it's only because of Isaac's personality. The guy is huge. Is he juicing?" "No, I think they test their players?" "Yeah, but he is... I mean, have you seen him without a shirt on?" "I have, but as I said, they test their players, and that guy has been playing football his entire life. He is probably that big since he started to train early."

Maya's P.O.V "Does everyone know which role they're playing?" Gabe asked. He was also part of the football team, playing as the left tackle. His job was to protect the quarterback's blindside, which was Ethan, to prevent him from getting tackled. Being almost 6'5" tall, everyone referred to him as the mountain. His hair was an unusual mix between a light brown and dirty blonde, slightly ruffled, but he didn't look like he cared. Gabe was reasonably quiet compared to the rest of the team, always did his own thing and minded his own business. He was one of the bearable ones.

"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.

“Jeez, he’s huge. I feel like a runt. How tall is he?” “I don’t know but he’s over six feet for sure.” “I’m five eleven. He’s also wide. I bet he played ball, football,” he clarified. “Probably a quarterback. I bet he works out a minimum of three hours a day.” He adjusted his overnight bag as he whispered behind her as they walked to the car. “He’s hot.” She elbowed her brother behind her and shook her head at his exaggerated grunt when she connected with his abdomen. “Quit it,” she hissed over her shoulder. She gave a wave at Royal as they got close, “I thought you had your sports car yesterday?”

A masterclass in conversation. One corner of his mouth lifted. “Maya.” I blinked. “You know my name?” That grin widened slightly. “Should I not?” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Most football players don’t know my name.” Something flickered across his face. Amusement. Maybe curiosity. “Then those football players are idiots.” For the first time all night, I didn’t know what to say. And somehow that felt more dangerous than any cheesy pickup line. Beside me, Bree was practically vibrating with excitement.

Apart from the fact that his father counted heavy stacks of billions every day, ranked as the most eligible divorced bachelor every time, topping the pages of the wealthiest in the country—his son Soren was also on a whole other high. Soren Gregory—the perfect fucking hockey god. Oh man, he was hot. You wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t performative of me saying this shit, but Soren was fucking gorgeous. Like most hockey players, Soren was six-four in height, black wavy hair always pulled into a bun, and when he let it all down… let’s leave that to your imagination. Pierced the top of his ears—not the tip. His godlike, perfectly built body had not a single scar or tattoo on it, well except behi

"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.

She begs. "I heard that Fabian Del Mundo is at the coffee shop," she became energetic after hearing her crush’s name. She stood from her seat and clutched her backpack on her shoulder. Fabian Del Mundo is a hunk varsity player who also happens to be the team captain of their university football team and has a major in aeronautical engineering. He is the most handsome guy in their school; he stands approximately 6'2 tall, has natural slicked-back curly hair, and has a fair complexion. Even though he’s always playing under the sun, he never gets tanned.