Sidelined: The Qb And Me Novels & Stories

That’s Shawn Crawford–VSU’s star running back, my bestie and roommate’s brother, and my boyfriend. Well. Technically my secret boyfriend, because absolutely no one knows we’re dating. Eight weeks ago, Shawn got into a massive, brutal, phone-cameras-everywhere fight with Trey Parker, the team’s powerhouse quarterback. The video hit 2 million views in a day. Now the university PR team has them both on strict media lockdown. With Shawn’s every move being monitored, one headline that says “Star Running Back in Messy New Relationship” and he’s benched, suspended, or worse.

Trace headed straight to me offering me a bag of sour cream potato chips. "For the lady." He spoke. He suddenly frowned. "What's wrong?" I tried to fix my face and not show that I was kind of freaking out about what I jad just found out. "Oh. Nothing." I spoke accepting the snack. Trace still watched me weirdly like he could tell I was lying. Luckily at that moment Caleb leaned across the table to me. "So, Trace's new friend. We're about to have a jam session, wanna listen in?" I nodded. "Yeah, sounds fun."

"Franchise quarterback. That's what the front office calls me when they're parading me in front of investors. On paper, I'm an asset. A multi-million-dollar investment with an expiration date." "Everyone thinks the money and the stadium lights make you invincible," he continued softly, the gravel in his tone laced with a heavy, weariness I had never heard before. "They don't see the four morning surgeries before sunrise. They don't see the team doctors injecting painblockers into your joints at half-time just so you can stand up for thirty more minutes. You become a hollow shell playing a character. If you stop winning, if your body breaks, the applause doesn't just stop, Sienna. People look

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IN THE FIRST quarter, we don't look like the team who beat the Super Bowl champions three weeks ago. Aiden can't get a break and his offensive line is practically falling down on the job. Aiden is sacked on his second possession of the game. I'm angry and fed up with the line's BS. Aiden can't carry the team alone.

"Well , Koniee is my best buddy. Even though I always annoy him.—" [Flashback] Blake's POV: I hit the A new day has come by Celine Dion. We love this song, all about hope. After bidding my Goodnight, I make my way back to my bedroom when I remember I left something. Bear, I left him in my room, alone. I'm a terrible owner.

Jordan In the first quarter, we don’t look like the team who beat the Super Bowl champions three weeks ago. Aiden can’t get a break and his offensive line is practically falling down on the job. Aiden is sacked on his second possession of the game. I’m angry and fed up with the line’s BS. Aiden can’t carry the team alone.

“The team is working hard to continue our good luck this year, and without them, I wouldn’t be here. We’ve been incredibly fortunate.” “What is the current relationship status for our favorite young quarterback?” the second reporter asks. She pulls a piece of paper from her blazer. “Does this have anything to do with the singer from the podcast, Ophelia Lane?” I hold back a grunt. “She’s insanely talented. You should all check out her music; it’s great.”

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice