Novel & Cerita The Quarterback's Secret

The elevator door slid open seamlessly and she stepped out, ignoring the greeting from a new receptionist on duty. Could it be that he knows who the murderer is? No no no…it would be crazy to hide the murderer’s identity. She pulled her fingers away from her mouth and looked at her chipped nails, shaking her head furiously as she trudged out the lobby and into the morning sun with her backpack swung around her shoulder, still deep in thoughts. He did say that he would reveal everything once the Silverware is launched. Is he waiting for that? Surely he wasn't THAT selfish. Surely he wouldn’t hide the truth just for the sake of his company profits.

His hand finds the gearshift easily, shifting through each gear as needed until he’s cruising along at 100 km/h. If he can just drive fast enough, he can outrun all the stupid things his friends say and pretend they don’t dig deep beneath his skin so they can fester and rot him from the inside out. If he can just drive fast enough, he can outrun the urges he has to open his mouth and let all of his secrets come rushing out. If he can just drive fast enough, he can outrun the urge he gets to turn to them and explain how he actually does know how it feels to have someone in bed with him, very frequently, but it’s just never a woman, so he can’t tell them that. If he can just drive fast enough,

Not even his grandfather must know about their little dark secret. It has started like a play, sitting on his lap, fondling his little buttocks, kissing him, Little Sebastian had thought it was a joke. He thought uncle Grey loved buying him things so he had to reciprocate by letting him touch him. It was love, uncle Grey had said.

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

Trevor's POV The silence stretched for longer than a silence should. I stood there and watched his face and waited, and the fact that he was taking this long to answer a question that should have had an immediate answer was already telling me something I didn't particularly want to hear. Then he replied. "It doesn't matter." He said it with that particular heaviness of someone who had arrived at a conclusion they didn't like. "Because I am the quarterback. And this town does suck."

I raised my hands up in defense. “I know, I know.” Coach cleared his throat, speaking for the first time. "Well, I don't have a problem" he said, looking at me seriously. “As long as you remember you're a quarterback first and a boyfriend second.” I picked up my bag from the chair and slung it over my shoulder. "Don't worry, Coach," I said, grinning. “I’ve never dropped the ball before." Coach studied me for a second, then shook his head slightly.

He then says something again, but it’s indecipherable. He coughs lightly and says something once more, that this time leaves us all confused, and me worried. “Deadly Secrets Of The CEO.” Jimmy’s voice comes out clear as he smiles while sleeping. .............. “Did you all hear that?” I ask but no one replies. “You all heard that, right?” I ask louder this time. “Quincy, we did.” Daniel says rather calmly. What does Jimmy mean?

My quiet, invisible life had been set on fire, and he was the one holding the match. "Why me?" I asked, my voice softer now. "There are plenty of girls who would jump at the chance to 'tutor' the star quarterback. Why pull me into this mess?" Kai’s expression shifted. For a split second, the bravado dropped, and I saw something dark and heavy behind his eyes. It was a flash of the secret he was guarding—the pressure of a career he wasn't sure he wanted or the fear of a body that was starting to fail him.

“He said mind your business.” Markus gasps dramatically. “IT’S SERIOUS.” The entire offensive line starts yelling. Our running back nearly falls out of his chair laughing. I hate every single one of these idiots. Coach hasn’t come in yet. Unfortunately. Because if he was here, somebody would die. Jake climbs over a chair trying to reach me. “Give me the phone.” “No.” “SHOW ME.” “No.” “Ryder has secrets!” “Everyone has secrets.” “Not you.” Fair.