Tom Gets Sporty Novels & Stories

"Jamie boy and taking risks. It won't be long till she finds out you're not genuine." "Not if I pretend to be someone else," I defended. Marco laughed again. "I'll bet a thousand dollars in team heattie boy." "Team what?" I looked at him in astonishment and disgust. "Team heattie boy. Or should I say, JEATHER," he burst out laughing... again. "HEAME," Enzo chuckled. "You two fuck off." I stiffened up. These two were just the worse kind of people when it came to jokes. They were bad and terrible.

Slouching on the long plush sofa in his grand bedroom, Tom drank from a beer bottle, bags under his red eyes, staring into the electronic fireplace across from him. Beer bottles were sprawled out everywhere; some had rolled over to the other side of the white marble-floored room. He was in nothing but some old tracksuit bottoms and his hockey jersey, leaving his torso bare.

Tami has ruined the whole prospect of him for me. “I don’t know…” I flick back a page. Crotchet? I’ve always wanted to try. It looks like she’s made a blanket. “I need a bit more notice for these things, I’d have to borrow Damon’s car and he might need it tonight.” There’s a website to buy all the gear for it, though it’s covered in nail polish. I’m certain I’ve used this as a mat to paint my toenails on once upon a time. “Codswallop.” He’s shouted it. Suddenly, I’m pulling the phone away. “Just ask him to borrow it, won’t you?” Surely they sell the bare necessities at any old store.

He starts the car and starts driving " So...Why are you on the football team?" "More like why am I in the bench team, I don't think I've ever played a game, I'm just in it because my dad liked football and loved the fact I was in a football team, even though I don't do anything, because we both know I suck at sports" He does, I could outrun him in a 100meter race "We're here" Aww, I wished school was a little further! Wait, what am I thinking> Tommy squeaks 'Looks like someone's falling in love''

“I’ll get ya home in time for school, don’t worry.” Richard laughed. “Yepper. If I knew the way, I’d take you home. Who was it said that?” “Don’t know, don’t care,” Tommy said, standing up and chucking their empties overboard. “Just thought of something. Wait here.” He ducked back inside, emerging a few seconds later with another pair of brews and something else: a small shrink-wrapped pack of some kind. He tossed it to Rich, who nearly howled in delight.

"You have to be careful with that girl. If you don't want to be falling down, dude." "I'm just fell down about one thing, you know what that is?" Tom shrugged with a serious face and turned the basketball in his hand using one finger. "What is that?" "You suddenly want to poop when we play basketball, we almost lost, that's really annoying." Joe put on an irritated face, then laughed insultingly at his friend. Tom was annoyed and then threw the ball in his hand to Joe. "Damn you Joe !!"

Tommy: Have a good first day kiddo :) I smile and reply: Thanks, I will <3 Tommy owns an MMA gym with his best friends Ryan and Dylan and they practically raised me when I started going there after my mother died. I spent almost all of my waking hours outside of school with them. They not only taught me how to fight, but about the value of hard-work and about controlling my emotions; all of these things were instrumental in me becoming the person I am today. Not many teenagers can go through what I did and come out stronger and I owe most of that to these guys.

Tom replied as he lit a stick "I almost died steel, yeah, some dudes were chasing after me, yelling all sorts if nonsense" Tom said filling the air wit smoke "That was you? I really gat no time to check these tunnels, I've been busy man" "Besides, I'm getting old, got to reserve my strength you know" Steel said pulling up his pants Tom walked to a wall across the room, it was covered with guns of all sorts. He reached and picked out ome, lifting it in all direction.

I guess when you’re that big, your metabolism runs like crazy. Charlie toasts him with her cider. “Tom, have you taken yoga before?” Of all my girlfriends, she’s the most boyish, with a pixie haircut and curvy form hidden under a Namaste, Motherfucka t-shirt. She’s ripped the collar off so when she leans forward, a hint of her impressive cleavage flashes. That niggle of jealousy rises up again. “First and last time,” he rumbles. Everyone smiles and Tom looks down at me. “No offense, sunshine.”

Tom is a cute 8 years old kid with ash blond hair and dark blue eyes, he is the son of one of the Omegas in the pack. "Hi Tom," I said smiling at him while ruffling his hair. "Hi Alpha, can i have my ball back please" He said while giving me a cute toothy smile. "Sure, but first tell me that have you been behaving well at school, last time i checked you were disturbing your teacher a lot" i asked with a questioning look. "Yes Alpha, when you got into the accident i prayed to the moon goddess that if she makes you better then i will not disturb my teacher at school anymore" he said while giving me his cute smile.