Novel & Cerita The Quarterback's Secret

he picks it up, “you hate this one because it’s heavy, right?” “My, my, my,” I shake my head, stroking the warm cat. “The best quarterback of our school and the soon to be in the soccer team of the University of Pennsylvania, the Kevin MacMillan, is actually,” I pause for effects, “secretly,” I whisper, “afraid of cats.” “No, I’m not,” he puts the magazine on the bedside table and sits back straight. “Oh, really?” I grin, wickedly, taking another cautious step.

“Poor choice of words on my part. Not that it isn’t true because it is but it’s not your fault and I get that. How much do you know about football?” “Not much. I know Owen is the quarterback and that’s like the guy that handles the football, right?” “Yes, you’re right but before he handles it, the center has it. The center is the one that snaps the ball and passes it between his legs to the quarterback. Guess who our center is?” “Gary.” I answered, already suspecting where this was going.

Claire Breaking Rule number one of the Locker Room… The air was saturated with the smells of sweat, leather, and the lingering metallic whiff of adrenaline from the game. I slung my arm over my head leaning against the tiled wall near the showers, arms crossed as all but one of the guys filed out. Anthony Redhawk…the team's quarterback, was still in the shower. His broad copper-backed self glistening under the fluorescent light above. The water ran over the sharp muscles of his back in rivulets, finding its way to the V at the base of his hips and then into the towel slung low on his waist.

Her entire focus was on the tiny USB stick hidden deep in her pocket, the secret container that held her darkest secret. The secret on the USB stick felt like a ticking time bomb that could explode her life at any moment. Alicia could feel its presence, as if it had come alive and was restlessly jumping in her pocket. She knew she was standing at a dangerous crossroads, where every choice she made could lead to unforeseen consequences. She needed a plan, a plan that would protect her while revealing the truth. But how could she find a safe path through the fog of uncertainty?

Sparta had the ball on the 27 yard line when its offensive unit took the field. "There's Steve!" yelled Kate. "He's number 12. He must be the quarterback! He looks hot even with a football helmet on." Paula glanced over at Gwen to see her reaction. Gwen had her pocketbook straps twisted in knots. She was staring intently at the playing field as she tortured her purse. Paula smiled to herself and returned her attention to the game. It was pretty plain that Gwen had not been exactly truthful about her feelings for the young man that had asked her to the dance. As that thought crossed her mind, a roar went up from Sparta's section.

I asked innocently since she was playing dumb as well. She replied, “I just felt like saying.” With that, she decided to walk out of my cabin. “See you during lunch break. I will be waiting in the cafeteria, Den,” she mumbled my pen name faintly, but I was able to hear it. She winked at me and got out of the room. My breath hitched at what just happened. She winked at me, letting me know that she was aware of it all. She knew the secret even my family didn’t know. Seems like someone was getting better at keeping secrets.

Every time I close my eyes I see his beautiful blue eyes filled with betrayal, every time I feel a stake piercing through my heart. I’m sorry Deagan. I love you, I always will. Please understand why I had to do this. ” If he thought the book would ease his mind, he was wrong, it only served to confuse him further. Heaving a long sigh at the strange feeling in his chest, he ran his fingers over the dry tear stains that marred the page and smudged the ink. After a moment of contemplation, Deagan picked up the phone. “Deagan Lockheart, what a pleasant surprise!” Mikhail Lazarev answered in his usual sarcastic tone.

I recalled the afternoon scene, I almost blurted out my secret to Eric. Sometimes I feel like I should tell him but I just don't want to. I don't trust him in this. Soon, I slept off. Eric's pov Next day.... I rolled the duvet off from my body. I entered into the bathroom and took my bath. I came out and was about wearing my clothes when a call came. I prayed silently for it not to be my mom or dad. Unfortunately, it was my dad calling. I picked the call. Hello dad Hello son, how are you?

“Some secrets don't stay buried.” Elena’s vision blurred for a moment. She glanced around the classroom — every chair in place, every shelf neat. No sign anyone had been there. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Outside, thunder rumbled softly — a low warning that crawled through the air. She clutched the note, the words burning into her palm. Some secrets don’t stay buried. For a second, she thought she saw movement outside the window — a silhouette by the gate. But when she blinked, it was gone.

" As she talked, her hands kept exploring the most sensitive part of my body. The sensation was so intense that I had to clamp my teeth together to keep from making a sound. If anyone found out that I, a campus heartthrob, had been mistaken for a damn adult toy, my life would be over. But before I could process anything else, I suddenly felt those hands tugging at my shorts. She was pulling them off!