The Quarterback And The Ballerina นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her answer disappointed me, but of course, I wasn't going to give up. I replied with a chuckle, trying to hide my nervousness. "Well, I want to show you my best performance as quarterback. If I score later, it's a dedication to you. Think of it as my way of thanking you for not throwing that rock at my face back then." Elena snorted, but the corner of her lips twitched as she held back a smile. "Aren't you a show-off? Alright, we'll see. As long as I don't fall asleep in the library."

“I like learning new things about you, Princess.” I shake my head, then gesture to the field. “Tell me who you think the quarterback’s going to pass to.” He looks around the field, then gestures with his chin. “Number fifty.” “Why?” “Fastest guy on the field. He’s been passed to like, five times in the past twenty minutes.” I nod. “Okay, I’ll take you up on that.” We watch the play, the quarterback watching the field before he throws the ball, and it soars over Sebastian’s guy. Number seven ends up catching it and keeps running, scoring a touchdown.

While seated, I thought about that for hours until my brain felt as if it were going to burst from within my skull. What I knew was, the choreography, named something lke Luke or Luca... pimped out ballerinas when they are at their lowest. Then gave them to Dax as if he was some savior when they were desperate for money. How many ballerinas at the New York ballet were being traded for sex in the same way Rhea was?. By noon, heavy rain was splattering in fat droplets against the glass wall of windows in my office. Obscuring my view of the city below and darkening the room.

I yell at Whitney, tweaking Stella's nose as they go back to the line of scrimmage. "We're gonna score this time, I can feel it," Whitney screams loudly. "C'mon, boys! Show them who you are!" Honestly, she scares me, but she's not judging me the way she judged Violet at the high school game, so I'll take it. This time, the quarterback tosses the ball toward Caleb, jumping up his hands connect and he cradles it protectively, breaking a tackle. There's nothing but empty field in front of him. "Run the ball, Cale!" Stella screams from where she's being held in Whitney's arms. Mom and daughter are screaming loudly.

I watch them for a reaction. I lose my balance and end up knocking the chair behind me to the ground, causing a loud noise that must have attracted everyone's attention. As I lift my eyes, I see everyone looking for the cause of the noise. The one who ruined the most special moment for the globally recognized ballerina, the woman who was being proposed to by the son of the American presidential candidate. My gaze crosses Hope's again, and I see her take a deep breath and turn towards the man who was kneeling in front of her.

“I'm not messing with you. I've no idea who you are.” “I'm Oliver Lance,” he said, as if his name was all the information she needed. Elsie shrugged. He blinked twice before adding, “I'm the starting quarterback for the San Francisco Bandits.” Elsie raised her eyebrows, initially wondering if he was pulling her strings. The Bandits were her nephews' favorite professional football team. She didn't actually know any of the players on the team, so she couldn't be sure he was telling the truth or just trying to impress her.

“Apparently, her original dance was plagiarised by a popular ballerina who has been making waves with it without acknowledging her.” “Who is the ballerina?” “It’s someone closer to your family.” She paused. “Charlotte Davenport.” “Aurelia!” Zoey barged into the office. A large bouquet of flowers in her hands. “You have a delivery.”

I'm expecting the quarterback to drop on the ball but he fakes a handoff and then puts his arm back to pass. Our very own Mason Jackson comes out of nowhere. We hear the jarring impact on the sideline. The quarterback goes down and the ball flies out of his hand. There's a scramble when Mason rolls, comes up with the ball, and runs toward Pittsburgh's goalposts. I'm not sure if my feet are even touching the ground as I jump up and down screaming my head off and Mason takes the ball into the end zone. Aiden is cheering beside me. When he notices me, he picks me up and twirls me around. I would give anything to kiss him.

Fair competition for the lead role is the best option to avoid bias judgment. I seriously look at myself and I grab the barre extending my legs to my back when the door opens again revealing Boise and Gordon. "They are now calling the ballerinas" Gordon stated. I nod my head and I remove my wedding ring and handed it to Gordon "Keep it for me. I can't wear it during the performance. You know the rules" I said and walk out of the room. I felt them follow me from behind until I saw Miss Gisella clapping her hands. Beside her is Aliah who's stretching her legs and Jameson together with the other ballerinas.

“Are you talking to Noah or to yourself?” “Yes.” She snorted. On the field, the team lined up. Jackson shouted a cadence. The ball snapped— And then everything happened at once. Noah didn’t block. He peeled off the line. I grabbed Mariah’s arm so hard she yelped. “He’s—he’s—what is he doing?!” “Dude,” she gasped, “he reported eligible—look at him!” Jackson threw the ball. It sailed through the air, spiraling under the stadium lights like something out of a sports movie.