The Quarterback Romane & Geschichten

His action of making me sit back down on the sofa was extremely gentle , like I was made of freaking porcelain that wouldn't be able to withstand the hard blow or something. " You are not going to do anything like that " jumping back on my feet I pointed hard at his chest "I don't want you to fuck up with your chances , you are clearly the best QB there is after Jacob and I don't want you to do something stupid over me ; I'm not worth that " " Exactly I'm the best QB , if the Longhorns wants to keep up with their winning streak they need me -"

The guy who caught it managed to get about fifteen yards before Detroit piled onto him. Special teams ran off, and Richmond's offensive line trotted onto the field. I kept my eyes glued to Leo, darting now and then to the quarterback, Gideon Maynard. Leo had mentioned Maynard before; they weren't as close as Corey and Leo were, but everything he'd said about the QB had been positive. I let my gaze wander over the women around us, curious to see what kind of wife or girlfriend he might have. "Does the quarterback have anyone here?" I bent my head close to Ellie to ask her the question.

I hadn't played ten games in the last season and the way I was feeling, I didn't know if I would play again. I was going to be one of those quarterbacks that re-tired early. Shit, I was only twenty-eight, yet I felt like an old man. Too scared to run, pass, or do anything in case something else snapped. The guys were acting nice about it. Telling me to get a grip and that it was all about the game, but I was so fucking scared of doing anything, including sex! "You need to get back out there. What happened to Casanova Sebastian?" Mason said as he passed me another beer.

If she's mine I want to show everyone that she is. Who cares about name tag nowadays anyway. We can't deny the burning attraction between us and that's why I'm trying to make it right. After waiting for awhile I got into my car and put it into ignition then drove off. I didn't have a place that I'm going to in particular but I know I'm not going far as I planned to come back for practice. Being the quarterback comes with a lot of responsibilities, the team can't do without me. I can't afford being late to practice as well else coach would make me run laps.

Aiden Make no mistake, quarterbacks are the prima donnas of football. No one will argue, especially not me. We’re also paid exorbitant amounts of money, even though I personally have a long way to go to catch up to the amount Killian MacGregor makes. Three years ago, I had high hopes for the Pronghorns, but if things don’t look up this season, I need to keep my options open. Bottom line—I’m tired of losing.

He grimaced playfully, hiding his smirk. “L-listen, I-I can explain!” Dan stammered. “Then please do. I’m dying to hear your explanation.” Hunter spoke up. Dan glared at Hunter before turning to us. “He’s the quarterback, guys! And the coach loves him! I’m not the best player on the field and if he said one word about it to the coach then I’m out!” Dan explained. “So you sold me out?” The words flew out of my mouth as tears blurred my vision.

MAKE NO MISTAKE, quarterbacks are the prima donnas of football. No one will argue, especially not me. We're also paid exorbitant amounts of money, even though I personally have a long way to go to catch up to the amount Killian MacGregor makes. Three years ago, I had high hopes for the Pronghorns, but if things don't look up this season, I need to keep my options open. Bottom lineI'm tired of losing.

Brett's imposing figure loomed before me, his piercing hazel eyes seeming to see right through me. The quarterback's rugged charm was undeniable, from the chiseled lines of his athletic build to the unruly mess of dark hair that framed his strong features. The overwhelming scent of Axe body spray clung to him like a cloud, an unmistakable signature that seemed to announce his presence. As he stood there, clad in his worn quarterback jersey, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the sheer force of his personality.

"Don’t worry! If you’re in the U.S., you can’t escape football’s influence. Let me introduce you—that hottest guy over there is our school’s quarterback, Asher Voss!" "Oh," Wendy managed an awkward smile, avoiding Asher’s gaze. "He is handsome." "Wait, do you not know what a quarterback is?" Misreading Wendy’s discomfort, Gina eagerly explained, "Think of him as the linchpin of the team—the heart, the star, the most popular one." Wendy: "I see. No wonder he seems so popular." "Of course! That’s why we’re so lucky today—Asher actually came to the pre-party!"

“I fucked up, Odessa. I left my team without a quarterback.” “What happened, babe?” He turned to me and raised his brow. “Odessa, I want to ask you the same thing, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that story yet. My story’s simple. The Serpents made shit tackles all night, and not one of them was penalised. I went after the defender and made a tackle to keep them off my players. Then I got sent off. Why you’re in a Serpent’s cheer uniform is beyond my reasoning right now.”