Pucking Around With The Captain Novels & Stories

Even in the nick of time, the captain can be insulting. “Then why are you even here? Taking the Gori-gori with the only four of you—no, the three of you—” the captain pointed at them except Rina. “—and you who are not even a Bronze level pathfinder… Useless!! You’re just going to screw us and we’ll have to deal with your dead body later. Go home, kids.” The captain finally said. Then he turned around to leave again, but Jai held him firm. “Let us help you.” Jai said.

he taunted. What the fuck is this guy’s problem ? “Don’t narrate your own pathetic story while taking my name, Mister. I can beat your cocky ass in the pool any time,” I smirked. “If you don’t know, I am the captain of this club and I don’t waste my time with noobs,” he replied back but there was still an amused grin on his face that said that he was just messing around with me and that he did not mean any of the things he was saying.

Captain doesn't mark trial. He is close enough I smell his sweat plus his detergent, plus my vanilla still on him from last night. He smells like me now. Or I smell like him. I cut left, he follows. I feel his hand on my waist for half a second to keep me from falling — warm, big, gone fast. But everyone sees. Winger from second team mutters, "Captain's favorite." Liam doesn't crush a bottle this time. He shoves winger, light but enough. "Run it again."

“Let it go, Madeleine. I don’t make the rules. No one will follow a female captain.” “What if I get my own crew of badass female criminals together?” I tease, but realise I went a step too far when he drops the fork and glares at me. “If you dare to-” “I’m joking, relax. I can’t even run my own life. How will I run a gang?” “Crew,” he corrects me and picks up his fork. “The men working under a captain are called a crew.” “Thanks for the lesson,” I say and fall back down on the couch. “Can you please go take a shower?”

Even Alex was taken aback, and before I could call him over to ask what the hell did I just hear, he jogged over—both the two guys turned their heads when Alex called them. ‘‘Captain, she’s waiting for me…’’ Alex said panting, and I frowned in a state of bewilderment. Captain? How the hell did he ever made to the rank of captain with an attitude like that? ‘‘There’s a project that we must complete as a group after school...’’ The guy he called captain rolled his eyes, and threw him an indifferent look, as if he didn’t give a fuck about his explanation. I watched as he stepped back into the building, clenching his fists at his sides. He looked bloody annoyed.

He said but anyone with eyes could see that his smirk said otherwise. “Ass. You expect me to believe that?” I asked. “You can believe whatever you want, Captain.” The word *Captain* rolled off his tongue like it was an insult. “What if it hit him? He wasn’t even looking.” “So?” Wesley folded his arms. “It’s basketball. It’s normal that balls fly around all the time.” “Don’t you think I know that?” I asked, getting worked up again. “But does it go straight at someone’s head?”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been distracted by some family stuff for a while, but I’m going to get my head back in the game. I’ll be the proud captain of Hawthorne that I always was. That I still am.” Coach clicked his tongue. The sound alone gave me a bad premonition. “You see… I don’t think you should be captain for now.” “What?” I was sure I’d heard wrong. “What do you mean by that? It’s just a few games. I just… I was…” I started stammering. The idea was so hard to process that the words wouldn’t come out cleanly. “It’s just a few games, Coach. That is not enough reason to strip the captain title from me.”

Chapter 10 Rory Camille found me alone by the bar about an hour into the dinner, and I knew before she even opened her mouth that this wasn’t going to be a casual refill of my drink kind of conversation. She had the particular posture of a woman who’d spent years learning how to corner someone without ever technically cornering them, all easy smiles and relaxed shoulders while every angle of her body kept me neatly boxed against the counter “Can I be honest with you, Captain,” she said, ordering a glass of wine she didn’t seem to actually want.

“Heh heh… The captain gave a cold chuckle. “Stop trying to force yourself into the damn circle, kid. “You should know that pigs like you are nothing compared to the rest of the people here. “Why are you trying so hard just to blend in?”

The Captain laughed at his junior’s remarks. “You may be the Bossman here, but I am ultimately your Boss.” The Captain punched his shoulder in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.