Football Player With Big Forehead Novels & Stories

"It's been what, three years? Since your wedding, right?" A passing nurse almost tripped over his tray seeing the handsome young football star smile. Josh, as always, was completely oblivious. At 6’4” with blond hair, green eyes, and cheekbones that could make a nun swoon, he has been named “Most Eligible Bachelor in NFL” for the last five years. He was handsome in an almost pretty way, hot enough to be a leading man in Hollywood if he wanted. Even now, dressed casually in baggy sweats with his arm in a sling he was drawing more than a little attention.

“Idiot. Is there anyone else besides you?” Of course, she was stupid? She thought. “At school.” “Do you know that he’s a famous football player in L.A? He’s a transferee.” She shook her head. “He is Hevo Fontanella.” She didn’t say anything. Well, she didn’t know him. “I think he likes me. Did you see how he smiled at me earlier? Gosh, I’m blushing.” “Ah, I see,” she replied flatly. She thought she was the only one assuming. But Beatriz was the one smiling all the time, clearly trying to be cute!

He turned his eyes to the soldiers and said, "He's been asleep for a while. If we speak softly, we won't wake him." Brian and I looked at each other, our expressions softening. I turned to look at the man. I miss him, and his name is Paul. That name doesn't suit him at all because he's muscular and bald, his face has two long scars, looks exceptionally fierce. He's the tallest on our team; compared to him, I'd only be up to his armpits, and every part of his body is twice as big as his. I imagined that he was the giant.

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.

Andrew groaned as he held his head while his other teammates scurried to his side. "Is he really alright? His face has been a net for the entire set,” Martin asked warily, a young-looking boy with an average build. He has dark grayish and flyaway hair with a lot of freckles on his face and a scrawny body for a volleyball player. "He couldn’t even take Karl’s sets," Angelo pointed out, an average-looking guy with slightly down-turned eyes, causing him to have a somewhat sleepy look on his face. He has medium-length dark brown hair kept parted near the middle. His eyebrows and eyes are the same brown color.

"I am doing good Mr. Smith. What about you?" Jacob Smith was a physical trainer in school. He was also the coach of the football and the volleyball teams. True to his profession, he was once a national-level football player but had to quit playing due to certain circumstances. He was tall with an impressive athletic height and he looked quite muscular. His tanned face made him look more charming and attractive.

How could this 6’2, massively huge football player be so charming and flirtatious? I was almost certain he could have any girl he wanted, and yet here he was talking to me? We continued our conversation getting to know each other and truly enjoying each other's company. We talked about the extent of my knowledge of football which was absolutely nothing but surprised him when I confirmed that baseball was the sport I knew more about. In all fairness, when that part of the conversation came up I let it slip that the only reason I started watching football was because I had grown tired of baseball.

Even though our eyes had met for hardly a fraction of a second, I had felt my heart hammer against my chest, the wretched organ filled with false hope. Once again, I was struck anew with just how gorgeous he was. Sandy blond hair and blue eyes the same colour as that of the ocean surrounding us; with a face sculpted by an expert Greek sculptor. He was the Football team Captain, so it was obvious that he worked out, but I often kept wondering how a seventeen year old could have that kind of a figure when guys twice his age would have to work countless hours at the gym to get half the number of abs he had. And no, I wasn’t a stalker who liked to peak in through his bathroom. The entire Footbal

No one knows. One of them stands out among the rest, though. Rowen Flanigan. The kid is probably six one, so he is already on the tall side for a soccer player. His bright red hair, seriously white skin, and bright green eyes draw attention. If his name wasn't a dead giveaway about his Irish heritage, his looks would be. But that's not the only reason he stands out. The kid is a machine. As a draftee straight out of college, not only is he keeping up with the veterans, it looks like he may run circles around our current starting right mid-fielder.

I had to crane my neck to look up at his face. Jeez. The guy was huge. Was he over two meters tall? I wondered if he played basketball. He had dark hair and thick black eyebrows that framed his deep brown eyes. His nose was sharp but slightly crooked, and his high cheekbones were covered by a few days’ worth of stubble, giving him a rugged, s.exy edge. His full lips curved into a smirk. Great. Another rich, hot playboy. What was it with the men around here?