Halftime Novels & Stories

Halftime was over and the teams were both scoreless. Austin was back on his side by the bench, carefully going over the playbook, but every once in a while he would glance back at Emery and smile. Each play that he did came out perfect, but it seemed the other team’s defense was as good as theirs at stopping the runs and passes.

She couldn't believe herself thinking that maybe he had taken a liking to her as James had warned, but then she remembered the name Fiona Hart and quickly brushed off the thought. Just when the food was about to be served, a charismatic presence greeted them. “Silas Deane! Pal!” James happily entered the scene.

" Parth said. Hailey smiled and felt relieved now. It was break time. Hailey closed her book and said, " I want to go to canteen.I'm very hungry. But i don't know where is it? ".She pouted her mouth like a helpless person " I know where it is.Let's go together." Parth closed his book too and got ready to go. They went to the canteen and ordered coffee. After finishing their coffee, they were about to leave then Parth saw Kevin entered canteen with his some friends.

I don't want Jaxon to see that I've noticed him watching me, but I also don't want to stay out in the open where he can keep staring at me like that. I'm about to look back toward Jaxon to see if he's still staring at me, but before I can check, the sharp sound of the referee's whistle cuts through the air, signaling that it's time for the second half to begin. All around me, players start jogging back onto the field. The brief halftime break is over, and now we're about to find out exactly what the Rival Fangs have planned for Luna in the second half.

He dropped his head slightly and said it low enough that only I could hear it. "You seem to enjoy being under me a lot, Williams." The halftime whistle cut through the crowd noise. He held my eyes for one second after it went. Then he was up, clean and unhurried, jogging back toward his side of the pitch before I had fully processed any of it. I lay on the grass for a moment longer than I needed to. Then I got up. Halftime came with one point between us and it was the wrong one point. I came off hot, drinking water, listening to Howard run through the second half adjustments. He was saying the right things and I was tracking mos

The bench stands. Coach shouts approval. I bite the inside of my cheek because it pisses me off seeing someone hit him like that, even though I know it’s part of the game. End of second quarter: our team is up by eight. Halftime breaks the gym into noise and movement. People roam around, music blasts overhead, cheer teams stretch on the sidelines. Seth heads to the locker room with the team, and for a moment the door swings enough for me to see the back of him disappear inside.

That's fine though, it's a full moon this Friday let say we stop playing games and go for the challenge. His crackling laughter vibrating through my head sending rage through my body. 'You don't have to ask me twice, see you Friday scumbag. Try not to be a pussy and bring your pack. The fields. Midnight.' I cut the link off. Walking through my bedroom door. Blood dripping down my face still. Dripping slowly down my back. I walk into the bathroom and start the water.

I was getting redder every second beside him. Waylen introduced me properly to the pack members available at the table. There were few authorities along with their mates. There was a girl named Sharon who was a distant relative of Luna Rayne. She was silent and just nodded at me formerly while introducing me; she stared at me before. Alpha Silas seemed abnormally quiet for me.

Because he was finding me before the defense finished adjusting, before the coverage rotated into position, in the specific window that only existed if you were reading the same thing at the same moment from different angles of the field. At halftime it was twenty one to seven and Coach Dara looked like a man trying very hard not to show how emotional he was about a halftime score in October. I drank water on the sideline bench and retaped my right hand and did not think about the parking lot question. I thought about it the whole time. --- 'JAXON' Third quarter, eleven minutes in. I saw it happen.

Coach stalked the sideline like a storm cloud. “Two minutes, boys!” he bellowed. “You give up one more big play before half and you’ll be running gassers in dress shoes before Homecoming!” A couple of guys groaned weakly. I sucked air and grabbed a squirt bottle, watching the clock bleed down. 1:45. 1:12. 0:39. Finally, mercifully, the whistle blew to end the half. The buzzer blared. The band launched into some victory-sounding nonsense Clearwater did not deserve.