Novel & Cerita Nerdy Jock

Barb asked. “Elated,” Jackie answered with a big grin and opened the pack of syrupy. “You’re not afraid anymore?” Gaby asked. “Nope. Nick is solid. I feel safe with him. I can trust him. I don’t think he could hurt me,” Jackie said with a smile. ------- Nick whistled as he got dressed in the locker room at the station. Goldman walked in. “Well, well, look what the cat finally dragged in,” Goldman greeted with a big grin. “Damn, man, you look like you won the lottery.”

I watched in horror as Noah scrolled through the multiple personal messages that Adam had with other, I could only assume, female beta users. "Jack? Using your middle name was a bit too easy to have the females in the company flock to you." Noah smirked. "And anyone that knows you, knows you love yoga and the great outdoors. LimberJack was a little too transparent, brother."

The point was, if he had half the spunk Christian Ozera had, he was definitely trouble. "It might not seem like it but there are some crude jokes that seem to spill from Nick's mouth that I don't want to hear. I'd rather not hear about his sexual analysis of people." Drew said with a stiff voice. "So the jock group is actually divided. You being one leader; O'Connor being the other. He's the leader of the jackasses whereas you're the leader of the Elite." I stated simply having worked out the structure of their group. "It works."

“You know, the old five knuckle shuffle. I grew up with four brothers, so it doesn’t bother me. Every night the house would be full of that ffft ffft ffft sound. It’s like a bedtime lullaby to me.” “Thanks, but I’m not aroused, I’m a—” “A gay?” “No,” I said. “That’s not what I was going to say.” “Are you sure? Because it would explain a lot.” I turned my head to look at her. She was grinning like an idiot. “The reason I can’t sleep isn’t because I’m aroused or a gay, it’s because all this talk about Mandy has made me annoyed.” “I think,” said Jenny, “you’ll find it’s pronounced a nerd.”

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

"Oh um.....I - uh...." My eyes darted towards the locker before going back to him. "What do you have in there?" "Nothing." "Hello? Is anyone there? Help!!" The nerd pounded from the other side of the locker while the jock was almost covered in sweat. I frowned at the jock. I stood up straight and gave him a leer. Luckily, he and I were of the same height otherwise it would make me less frightening. "Oh really?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Open it."

Did he drop the bracelet? ​"Is someone else back here?" Jax asked, his voice dropping into that low, territorial tone he used when he was looking for a fight. ​"No! Who would be back here? It’s the honors section, Jax. Most of our friends don't even know this wing exists." ​"I heard a voice. Sounded like a guy." Jax moved to push past me. ​"It was the audiobook!" I blurted out, holding up my phone. "I was listening to a lecture. I forgot my AirPods."

Someone who could give me insight on the guys around. “Joffery,” I said, dropping onto the arm of the chair next to him. “Do me a favor. Give me a run down about the guys at this party.” He raised an eyebrow, his expression turning instantly suspicious as he took a sip of his beer. He shrugged and gestured toward the crowd. “Alright,” Joffery muttered, his eyes scanning the room. “That guy by the speakers is Eden. Top scorer for Toronto, completely full of himself. The guy in the grey shirt is Derrick, he's quiet but he's a piece of shit.”

He stood slightly apart from the others, taller than I remembered, broader in the shoulders. His jersey stretched across his chest, white and unforgiving, the bold black number one stamped against his back like a declaration. His hair was darker under the floodlights, curls damp at the edges, enhancing his boyish features. He laughed at something a teammate said, head tipped back, utterly at ease. My breath caught. No. No, no, no. “That’s Dean?” I whispered faintly.

"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