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“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.”

Team captain. He'd won countless games—and lost the only one who mattered. Three months later. Press conference. Joe Kane in a dark suit, no championship ring, no team cap. The room packed with reporters, cameras aimed at him. ESPN, NFL Network, Kansas City Star—everyone waiting for an explanation. Because the quarterback who'd made four AFC championships in five years—thirty-one years old, in his prime—had just announced his retirement.

“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.

It's like a major social suicide, especially when that guy happens to be one of the best quarterbacks Kingston University's football team have had in a long time. The quarterback popular guy title in school comes with some serious responsibilities! You have got to like host parties every other weekend and during the weekends especially on days like today which is kind of limited in school dormitories, having an apartment also means having a personal mailbox where random ladies do drop off several gifts, junks, gadgets and some even leave their phone number attached to sexy nude pictures themselves.

“It’s a nasty feud indeed, stemming all the way back to their freshman year when Webster was the starting quarterback at the beginning of that season.” “Quarterback?” I repeated, shaking my head. What the hell were they talking about? I blinked at the screen in shock as the two gossip mongers detailed how Topher had suddenly taken over Wick’s position as quarterback after Wick had disappeared from the team for a while until showing back up on the scene as the team’s safety. Holy shit, I never knew Wick had played quarterback. Topher had certainly never mentioned it.

"Are you sure? Because Atlas is currently downstairs at the open bar, threatening to buy the Mayor a shot of tequila. If you want a distraction, I can go unleash him on the local politicians." I laughed, the sound carrying over the quiet rooftop. "Please don't. The Seattle Seahawks PR team will have a heart attack if Atlas goes viral for fighting a Chicago alderman." "He's been surprisingly well-behaved tonight," Evans noted, taking a sip of his drink. "I think the fact that he's currently the highest-paid quarterback in NFL history has finally mellowed him out." "Nothing will ever mellow Atlas out," I corrected fondly. We stood in comfortable silence for a long moment, looking out over the

And right now, his gaze was drilling into me, judging, disappointed and frustrated. The bastard didn’t need to even say the words. But I know what was going on in that head of his. I frowned, looking away as I brought myself to my feet when Coach reached me, his thick boots stomping hard on the field. “Blackthorn! Care to explain where your head is at? You’re the goddamn quarterback of this team. The Alpha in training and the captain of the ravens! This team follows your lead and if the lead is confused and makes half ass throws, guess what the rest of them are going to do in the real game?”

"Well done. You deserved it. She couldn't quite make out the subtle tension in his tone. Yes, pride, but a tinge of something else. Was it the growing awareness that her rapidly advancing career might divert her attention and limit her availability for their ever-demanding façade? The idea made her feel a slight, strange pain. The Divisional Playoff game, a make-or-break matchup against their most formidable opponents, was the high point of Jett's football season. The whole city was alive with excitement. This was more than just a game; it was a trial, a platform for Jett's leadership and a chance to win back the public's affection.

"North Ridge is Monday night. Prime time, college scouts in the stands, the whole nine yards. This is your shot, Gray, and right now you're playing like you couldn't hit water if you fell out of a boat." "I can fix it—" "You better. Because I'm this close"—he held up his thumb and forefinger with barely any space between them—"to benching you for the opener. And if I have to explain to Principal Hayes why our starting quarterback is riding the pine, it's not going to be because of whatever girl has got you twisted up in knots." The mention of a girl made my jaw clench. "It's not about a girl." "Right. And I'm the Queen of England." He shook his head. "Fix your head, son. Whatever it is, figu

At the same time, Hannah said, "Well that sounds unfair. Who gets to be the one?" "No, it's not like that," I said. "We take turns being quarterback, receiver, and defender. When you're quarterback, you have four downs to make a pass to the receiver on the other side of the yard. The defender will either rush at you or guard the receiver. If you complete the pass then you and the receiver each get a point. Everyone keeps their own score." "Oh, OK," Hannah said. "It sounds pretty much like what we've been doing, just slightly more moving our feet."