The Quarterback 소설 & 이야기

"Drives people insane." "I can see that." Second down. Helmshire abandons the run entirely- one series in- and goes back to passing. Their quarterback drops back, eyes moving, and I watch him flinch before he even sets his feet. Zian hasn't moved. He's just standing there. At the line. Completely still. Weight perfectly balanced. Watching the quarterback with that same expression, patient and cold and quietly amused. The quarterback releases early. Panicked throw, outside the numbers, incomplete.

“No more knowing the system inside out. No more everyone looking at you like you’re supposed to win.” Jackson exhaled through his nose. “That’s the part that’s weird,” he said. “What?” “I’ve always known who I am here.” He gestured loosely around the locker room. “Quarterback. Leader. Guy who carries it.” He looked at me. “In college? Nobody cares what you did in high school.” There was no self-pity in it. Just reality. “I might’ve been the big fish here,” he said. “But there’s a hundred other guys who were big fish too.”

“I won't have you disgrace me, I won't have you let the school get ridiculed once more. So you gotta put more effort and let's even out the score!” “Yes, Scott!!” “That's by the way, the team is due for a quarterback this year. Hence, I've made my decision after thorough review. I'm presenting to you Damon Calloway as your newest quarterback. Ha! Ha!” His unnecessary laughter followed his announcement as he clapped, urging his team to do the same.

“Thanks guys. I just feel weird that I used to go on so many dates, and I just feel so awkward if anyone hugs me for a second longer.” “Aw, I get that. You don’t have to date if you don’t want to. Only a few boys in the football team will feel heartbroken.” I nudged my shoulder with her. “How’s your favorite quarterback doing?” Caleb was one of the best players in our school football team.

“hey there… those were really awesome runs you made backthere” one if the players said to Henry, he had decided to join the school American football team and he was going for one of the most important roles on the team, to become the quarter back. Knowing that he was miles ahead of the other players on the team he felt that it would be such an easy position to get.

"Our son, is also quite involved in school activities. He’s on the quarterback team." Katie’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of quarterback, she forced a thin lipped smile with hope that it was someone else they were referring to. "Blake is your son?" She asked thinking it was the guy that talk to her on the bleachers. "No, my son is a prestigious young man and he's at the top role of the team," Mr. Turner said proudly. "He’s a good kid. I’m sure you’ve seen him around, he'll be here soon."

Quarterback Quandary Jenifer broke the silence first. “We’ve got to get a quarterback. Fast. I’ve got a list of free agents, but none of them are what we need. Too raw, too slow, too green. We could try to trade, but nobody’s letting a starter go this early.” Jeremy frowned. “I’ve got the same names. I don’t like any of them. The backup from Salina? He’s a turnover machine. That kid from Amarillo? He’s got an arm, but he doesn’t know the playbook and he’s never played indoors.”

Like she had a right to it. Just then, the team ran out onto the field, a wave of energy and adrenaline that sent the crowd into a frenzy. My eyes were immediately drawn to him. Number 12. He was different out there. He wasn’t my Jude anymore. He was Harrison, the quarterback. He was a leader. He was in command. His focus was absolute, his movements sharp and precise as he led his team through warm-ups. He was a force of nature, a beautiful, powerful, athletic force, and I felt a surge of pride so intense it was almost painful.

I said. He turned to look at me. “You could see it from the stands?” “Their linebacker was dropping much further than he had in the first half.” He stared at me for a moment before an amused smile slowly spread across his face. “You’re seriously starting to know all the football terms now.” I smiled. “Well, I’m the girlfriend of an NFL quarterback. Of course I know.” His smile widened. “Yes, you are.” He reached for me, pulling me a little closer until our shoulders pressed together.

He just went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. "Is today the day?" Igor asked. He leaned against the counter a few feet away from me. "I think so," I said. "Coach has been texting me every day for a week. He thinks I’m just taking a mental health break. He keeps saying the team needs their quarterback back for the spring season." "And what do you think?" Igor asked. He wasn't pushing me. He was just listening.