The Quarterback 소설 & 이야기

Skylar: I have practice after school Come at 7 Me: KK One thing about Skylar, the boy can throw the crap out of a football. He's been the starting quarterback every year since eighth grade. The coaches were so impressed with him as a freshman they bumped him up to varsity at the beginning of our sophomore year, which doesn't happen every day, especially in Texas where football fans are borderline obsessive.

I gestured towards him. "You are now the best quarterback in the league. You've won three SuperBowls and you are only 27 for crying out loud! You were made to great at what you do. You got your dream." "What does that even have to do with this?" He snapped, shaking his head at me. "Me playing football has nothing to do with being with you!"

“Fuck! This can’t be happening.” “Do you know the guy?” I asked, jogging alongside him. “Yes, I do. He’s their quarterback and he’s so good that their team has won for five years in a row,” Liam spat. “And he’s cocky as hell because he’s their golden boy.” “Not this year,” I mumbled more to myself than to him. I’ll make sure of it. Kickoff blew and I played hard… maybe too hard, but I didn’t care. Every tackle crackled like a grudge and every yard felt like grinding my teeth against bone.

She looks between both of the guys. "Yeah. We're both playing." Blake answers, giving Marcus a sideways glance when he fails to talk. "Cool. What do you play Marcus?" She directly asks him. His head snaps up as he looks at her. His cheeks turning pink. "I'm a quarterback." He says, unsure. "I thought Ryder was quarterback?" She asks. "Yeah, he is. But Marcus is second stringer. So he subs in for Ryder." Blake states. "Yup." Marcus says, annoyed. Mumbling incoherent words under his breath.

Mitchell wore a sports jacket over a dark mock turtleneck, emphasizing his broad shoulders and powerful chest. Ken Smith addressed the group. “Folks, we’re in for a real treat today. If you’ve been living in a cave for the past couple of months, you need to know that our high school football team is undefeated, and much of the credit for that goes to this young man, Mitchell Kays, team quarterback.

"I miss the adrenaline. The competition. The feeling of completing a perfect pass. But I don't miss the pressure. The constant scrutiny. The feeling that I was never quite good enough no matter how well I played." "What would you do if you could do anything? If football wasn't an option?" I thought about it. "I don't know. I've been a quarterback since I was twelve. I don't know who I am without it." "Maybe that's something you get to figure out now," Eli said. "Who Mason Garrett is when he's not performing for everyone else." The words hit deeper than he probably intended. After dinner, we sat in the booth nursing our drinks, neither of us wanting the evening to end.

Author’s POV: The bleachers of the Pack Grounds thrummed with restless energy—shouts cutting through the air, the dull thud of bodies colliding, whistles slicing across the field in sharp bursts. Dust rose in soft clouds under the relentless motion of players, and at the centre of it all stood Jared. Effortless. Commanding. As quarterback, he moved with a precision that bordered on instinct—calling plays, pivoting, throwing with a clean, practised force that drew attention whether one intended to watch or not.

“I watched you get bullied every day, and I'm so sorry I didn't come to your rescue." "Because you're afraid of being on the front page of news about the quarterback who saves an unknown girl." “My reputation will be tampered with, and I didn't want to raise dust in places where there was none. Avoiding things that aren't necessary." She nods like she understands and doesn't even look hurt.

I ask, even though I have an idea of what he’s heard. Coach leans forward. “Rumors, Brooks. Everywhere I go in this damn school, I’m hearing whispers about you being distracted.” My jaw tightens. “You know what I don’t like?” He asks. Then, before I can answer, he says, “Distractions.” His eyes harden. “You’re the starting quarterback of this team. People watch what you do and say. And when I start hearing gossip about babysitters and cafeteria fights…” Running a hand through my hair, I scowl, “It wasn’t a fight.”

And I hope Eric knows how to handle him. "Was it because Cayden is— ah, sorry, was the quarterback of the team, that's why you liked him?" Justin started. "Well, I don't know why the coach has always said he was the best person to play quarterback. But hey! He's out now. I'm the new quarterback of the team." I frowned at his grinning face. Does he actually think I went for Cayden just because of a position he plays in? "Just—"