Romans & histoires Sidelined: The Qb And Me Characters

Even though it was a lighthearted joke, it made her shudder. Refusing to get involved, she shot back, "Not for public consumption, no.""We must also write a personal narrative for you. Interests, pastimes, and family stories that make you more than just a football player. items that contradict the notion of a "loose cannon."He sneered. "Scarlett, my private life is private.""I understand,"she said softly, "but we need some carefully chosen glimpses for this to work. Just enough to reveal the man behind the helmet, nothing more.

Maverick POV I yearned to drag my fingers along her perfect body. I couldn’t do that without leaning on my busted arm. I hated this. Not being able to hold my mate wasn’t even the half of it. I was out for two games! They had to use the backup quarterback, and he hadn’t played a game all season. I didn’t want to say we were fucked, but we’re fucked. Odessa stirred. She raised her hands over her head and groaned.

Phoebe After finishing my first day of being back on campus, I’m sitting on the bleachers surrounded by loud people. I’m about to watch Liam’s football game, and I’m actually pretty excited. I’ve heard he is an amazing quarterback and that the NFL wants to take him in. I can’t wait to see him in action. As I’m sitting there, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to see Adrian standing behind me. “Can I sit with you?” he asks in his low and dangerous tone.

It was a list of the richest football players in history. Zane sighs and turns to me, looking apologetic. "I'm sure you remember my teammates. Robin is another linebacker like me, and Maddox is our quarterback. The best one—according to the arrogant bastard himself..." he runs a hand through his dark, tousled hair. "Maybe we should lock the door to prevent them from coming inside?" "Oh, hey, Robin! The door isn't locked!" "Let's head inside!" Zane groans when the door opens. "Fuck... I knew I should have locked the damn door..."

SKYLAR “Truth or dare, golden boy.” That voice. Ugh. It belongs to one of the worst people at Valor State University, and if you guessed “asshole linebacker,” or “walking STD,” you’d be correct. It belongs to Chris Jerkins. My boyfriend’s best friend. The certified menace of the century. And the golden boy he’s referring to? That’s Shawn Crawford–VSU’s star running back, my bestie and roommate’s brother, and my boyfriend.

I needed to make this job work. "I think Mason and a couple of the other guys are made of iron. Sure, they've been injured but they've not been out of as many seasons as Sebastian has been, so they can afford to get wild and get loose." I stood up, inwardly scolding myself for being self-ish. Sophia needed a friend; someone she could rely on to put her brother on the straight and narrow. The only person I had been thinking about was myself. "Let me hit the shower, and then we'll go down." I gave her a peck on the cheek, and she smiled.

Someone he’d want. I wasn't that girl anymore. I left the house with my single bag. Got in my car, a modest sedan that was laughable compared to what I actually owned. Drove away from three years of being small. My phone buzzed with messages from Caleb. Caleb: Heard from Adrian, about time. Want me to punch him? Caleb: Seriously, I will punch him. Caleb: Elena, I'm here. Whatever you need. Caleb Harding, NFL quarterback, business heir and my childhood best friend who'd been in love with me since we were teenagers.

Carver, and longtime family friend Claire Carver. I read further down. There was no mention of Patrick Reed, my father. He was still crouched on the ground, wiping the corner of the chest, completely unaware that he'd been erased again. I reached over and took the program sheet from Elliott's hands. His expression went cold. "Sadie." I pointed to the blank space and asked him, "Where's my dad's name?"

Never that black hole she called a heart. She hated me. But she was never getting out. And I'd make sure of it. After the sentencing, I swung by the station—just to sign some papers. Not for her. I stepped outside, took a long breath, and let it out slow. Still couldn't shake it—those three resets. What did they mean? Was any of this real, or just some final brain glitch? Then a man appeared. Outta nowhere. Just standing there, sizing me up. Totally silent.