The Qb’s Nerdy Addiction Novels & Stories

Even, became friends since they attended the same school. Ellen had recognized him at first glance, since he is popular as the "Hot nerd" among girls in their school, about which only Gracie was unaware of! Partially, because she always focused on her academics and a small circle of friends she had. And also because she barely attended the late night parties of her schoolmates. "And why are you a sex coach? Also at this age?" Was the only question Gracie had asked him, knowing this shouldn't be her business to mind and yet asking out of curiosity.

About his love of terrible action movies and his secret addiction to reality TV cooking shows. "I'm not proud of it," he said over the main course. "But I've watched every season of that one cooking competition show at least twice. There's something soothing about watching people stress over soufflés." "That's oddly specific." "I'm an oddly specific person." He paused. "What about you? Any embarrassing addictions I should know about?" "I read romance novels," I admitted. "The really trashy ones with shirtless men on the covers and plots that make no logical sense."

The article was short maybe 600 words but it quoted three anonymous “team sources” - “Ever since he started hanging around that kid, his focus has been off. You could see it in practice.” - “QB room used to be all football. Now it’s feelings and fairy lights and late-night study dates. That shit doesn’t win championships.” - “He got hurt right after going public. Coincidence? I don’t think so.”

Courtney whispered, unsure of herself. “What do you mean? Nervous about what is happening? Don’t be, no one will hurt you. I promise.” A surge of protectiveness pulsed between them. Courtney smiled shyly. “No, I mean. You look like a jock, and you are probably popular with the ladies. I, however, am a huge nerd. I love books, chasing monsters, and wild theories. I love a good mystery. I’ve never been the overly girly type. I’m just—”

“I know but I will prefer to call you ‘Nic’ just like I did earlier on. I hope that's cool with you?” I blinked and smiled simultaneously. “Sure, it's fine but it reminds me a lot about something and i wouldn't want to talk about it now because it's kinda all lost memory now.” He smiled in return. “It's ok.” And before he could say or do any other thing, I chipped in. “I already know you’re Brad- our star quarterback. The Heisman winner. The guy who basically humiliated the Skyblazers today.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I’ve made an impression.”

Then I fell backward onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. The whole day had been a disaster. The fight with Charles was still burning in my chest. The image of Clara at my car window, staring at Sloane, kept coming back to me. I still had to deal with that, but for now, I needed to clear my head. I pulled out my phone, opened my browser, and typed in the address for my favorite adult site. The screen loaded instantly, and I scrolled through the videos, looking for something fast and mindless to numb my brain.

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.

HAILEY: Come at mine if you need a break from it I sent at last, and proceed to look for Matt's number, knowing at this time and this far from home it would be a bit suicidal go on my own. But right when my finger hovered over his name I heard weird sounds and froze on the spot when I took in the sight in front of me. Nate Herond, aka as our Roosevelt's talented quarterback, aka Mr. Popular was by his famous car. Hands pressed on the door bent over and puking his guts out. I winced at the disgusting sound as it splashed on the gravel.

Why would I even do that? Annie: Because if you do this, not only will Sophia be out of the picture, but every other woman coming. He’s popular now, Nessa! He isn’t the nerd we knew—he’s social media’s sweetheart now. And every dirty girl out there wants a taste of that teddy bear. I stared at her for a few seconds, squinting and processing what she said. That’s true. He is popular now. But he’s always going to be a nerd. A NERD!

I said, because wisecracks were my floats and it felt like I needed one. “To addiction, any kind of addiction,” he said. The room stopped pretending to be a space. It turned into a file. And my hands turned into evidence. Andros let out a short laugh that came apart halfway and fell in the ash bucket. “Of course,” he said, blissful and blasphemous. “Of course she is. God, you’re consistent. Do you hear yourself? Our little rabbit is a holy grail. A mascot with divine blood type.”