Halftime Novels & Stories

Scarlett handed him water and told him to drink it and he did without argument. Something flickered across Aiden's face. He looked at Spencer, then at me, then at his mother, then back at the field. Scarlett was looking at her phone, Spencer was looking at Scarlett. I was looking at Spencer looking at Scarlett. The halftime whistle went and aiden ran back onto the field. The final score was three to one.

I don’t miss the teasing tone and amusement in his voice. I bump him with my shoulder, laughing. “You are a dick.” Aaron laughs, throwing his hands up feigning innocence. “I didn’t say anything.” “Uh huh, sure.” We both laugh. Cheering as the players run out onto the field. The game starts and I am pretty lost right from the beginning. Lucky for me Aaron explains everything the whole time. The game reaches half-time and our team has twenty-one points the other team has zero. “Wow, Ryder is incredible.” I hear my mom telling Curtis and Aaron looks at me rolling his eyes. I can’t help but laugh.

The first through the air- a forty-yard strike that the receiver caught one-handed in the back corner of the end zone-and the second on the ground, a read option that Helmshire's defense had no answer for because they'd spent the entire quarter being conditioned to expect the pass. He spent three quarters of the game setting up the fourth. Or in this case, one quarter setting up the rest of the game. Halftime arrives with Ravenwood dominant and the crowd loose and happy. Teagan disappears toward the concessions stand dragging Breanna with her. Marcus gets a call and steps to the end of the row, phone pressed to his ear, expression shifting into something caref

Jeremy had to find Alexandra and try to mend things with her as he realized his mistake. He goes to his suite box, but she wasn’t there; then he looks over at the visiting team’s box, and there’s no one in the suite. He could and would search through the whole stadium to find her, but he wanted to talk to her before halftime was over, and there wasn’t much time left till the second half started with about eight minutes left and counting down. He gets his phone from his hip clip and begins to text her:

that had tried to swallow me whole. ​The bar was a cavern of neon blues and deep ambers, the kind of place where the music was loud enough to drown out unwanted thoughts. Mateo had lived up to his word; we were in the VIP section, a sleek black-and-gold booth that overlooked the dance floor. Bottles of premium gin and tonic water sat on the table, shimmering under the strobe lights. ​"To Hannah!" Sarah shouted over the beat, raising her glass. She and Vince had practically sprinted out of the building when they heard the news. "The only person in the history of Cromwell Legacy to look the King in the eye and say, 'I'm out!'"

“By the way, what do you want?” “Well, that's just right. Smart kid.” A chuckle escaped from Marsha. However, instead of immediately answering Salsa's words, he immediately stalled for time by sipping his drink loudly and tapping the table, as if he wanted to indicate that time was ticking. “Speak quickly, I don't have much time!”

For his part, Mitchell always shook his head and smiled back at his coach, telling him that he felt fine. Halfway through the third quarter, Mitchell found Joe Chase racing down the left sideline with a perfect pass from Highland's ten-yard line. The TV announcers insisted that it traveled well over sixty yards in the air. The extra point was blocked, so Highland led for the first Time, 13-7. The lead held up until Tyler Smith coughed up the football at midfield after making a circus catch and trying to run for more than was there. A Capital helmet hit the ball under his arm and dislodged it. Capital recovered and scored a touchdown just before the quarter ended. After three quarters of play

He was known to be very friendly especially to girls and everything changed when they reached their sophomore years which Emily thinks was the mystery started. The game started and the loud cheers from both sides became even louder. As expected, Peter played well. Emily couldn't focus too much on the game. She could hear from the announcer saying "Emily's BF hit three points!" but she couldn't react like how most people reacted. She was just there, her gaze follows to where the ball is. Halftime came. The nursing department was leading the scores: 46 - 38. Both teams went back to their respective locker rooms for a break.

I have a feeling that—since the announcers in the AFA love to talk about me so much—our selfie will end up on live TV before halftime. The second quarter starts off slow, but after a second down, Asher finds an opening to throw to, and Mark himself is the target. The ball sails through the air, going thirty yards across the field as Mark catches it. Everyone jumps to their feet as he books it the remainder of the distance to score the first six points of the day.

When the buzzer sounds for half time, hopes are clearly not high. I overhear if you, Stafford fans in the audience behind me. “This isn’t looking good…“ “No kidding. I haven’t seen this many bodyslams in a hockey game in my entire life.” “Do you think the phrase even stand a chance to win?” “I don’t know… It might not even be worth sticking around. Come on come on let’s leave after the half time show.” My teeth work against my lower lip with worry. If the audience continues to have no hope, there’s no way that the freeze will have any, either. My eyes wander to the Jumbotron watch the highlights from the first half of the game.