روايات وقصص ضمن Halftime

“Oops. So, why are you in the mood for? Something I can help you with?” “Nope. Not that I will ever ask for your help.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Try me.” “Just go. Seriously.” “Whatever! You are boring anyways.” He sauntered off and Aiden shook her head in disgust. Clara was staring into the gigantic swimming pool that joined the whole corners of the Smith's monstrous house. It was a large pool that could accommodate tons of people. She pulled the strain of her shoes, sat by the edge if the pool and let the coolness of the water wash up her feet.

Actually, they don't want the old people staying behind to spread bad news. Hana doesn't like going to Daisy's house to drink because she thinks she's a burden to Daisy. Therefore, Hana immediately dragged Daisy to a special bar for couples. The music was melodious and lyrical. In space, the virtual open lights increased the sadness and death. Extremely suitable for the mood of two bored women. To avoid being interrupted or disturbed when being in a drunken stupor. Hana and Daisy chose a table close to the window in the corner. Start opening the menu. Ordering some simple foods but the drinks are all strong alcohol.

She gave him a lopsided grin. "Let the game begin."

It was on the railing separating the stands from the players’ area. Damien had somehow made his way down there. Security was thin at halftime—guards distracted by crowd control, stewards stretched thin after the first-half excitement. Rules were already being bent; one more wouldn’t break them, or so they told themselves. Damien leaned casually against the barrier, arms draped over the metal, but his posture screamed tension. His dark eyes found Martin’s across the divide, and the world narrowed to that single point of connection.

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Didn’t need to. Huddled up. Called the play—simple screen pass to the slot receiver. Snap. Ball in my hands. Quick release. Eight yards. First down. The sideline erupted—helmets clanging, guys shouting, Coach pumping a fist. I didn’t smile. Just jogged back to the huddle, eyes already on the next set. The drive ended in a field goal. Three points. Not nothing. Not enough. Halftime came too fast—17-10, us. Locker room was loud—coaches yelling adjustments, guys hyping each other up, music thumping from someone’s speaker. I sat in my stall. Drank water. Checked my phone quick, against protocol.

Addison croaks as the ball hits Jason on the side of his head, making it bounce on the field. "AWE COME ON!" I hear Maddox shout at him. He shakes his head as if disappointed in Jason for missing the most straightforward catch of the entire century. "Oops..." Addison whispers. "Well, folks, it is still anyone's game! We are going into Half Time!" the announcer booms. "The dance team will now join us in the field, so enjoy the performance! Don't forget to stop by at the concession for some popcorn and drinks from our lovely sponsor Choka Chola!"

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My brows creased, and she must have noticed my eyes on her because she turned to look at me with her lips raised in a smirk before returning her attention back to the field. Choosing not to let her presence bother or ruin my fun, I looked over to my friends, waving at them, and they waved back as I made my way towards them. When Orpheus scored, the crowd exploded in cheers, and shortly after, the first half ended with a score of 5-1. The home team is in the lead. There were two 30-minute halves every game, each followed by a 10-minute intermission. A huge cooler with ice and a variety of drinks was brought by two big males.