Jack Black Clover Novels & Stories

"North Ridge is Monday night. Prime time, college scouts in the stands, the whole nine yards. This is your shot, Gray, and right now you're playing like you couldn't hit water if you fell out of a boat." "I can fix it—" "You better. Because I'm this close"—he held up his thumb and forefinger with barely any space between them—"to benching you for the opener. And if I have to explain to Principal Hayes why our starting quarterback is riding the pine, it's not going to be because of whatever girl has got you twisted up in knots." The mention of a girl made my jaw clench. "It's not about a girl." "Right. And I'm the Queen of England." He shook his head. "Fix your head, son. Whatever it is, figu

JAX I swear I’m not stalking Quinn- the universe just seems to keep throwing us together. I’m walking through the parking lot at the complex when I hear an engine cranking, sputtering over and over and failing to start. I can’t help but look that way as I pass by, only to see Quinn sitting in the drivers’ seat of the vehicle, yelling some expletives that I can’t quite make out and slapping the steering wheel with her palms in frustration.