Tom Gets Sporty Novels & Stories

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

"Mr. Kingston! Can you sign my puck? You're the best!" I crouched down to his level, taking the marker. "What's your name, kid?" "Tommy! I wanna be a goalie like you someday." I signed it big and added a quick drawing of a save. "Keep practicing, Tommy. And remember, it's okay to be scared sometimes. Just show up anyway." The words came out easy, but they hit close. Jess's texts from Boston were still on my mind—her new apartment looking good, but I worried nonstop.

Holding up his hands in front of him, he said, “I mean, I like challenges, too. That’s how I’m good on the field.” “Do you play professionally?” Addy asked. Shaking his head, Troy said, “I play in the park with some guys. We’re getting a league together, but otherwise, I’m working at Goal Post, that athletic store a couple of blocks away.” Nodding, Shea said, “I’ve passed by there a few times. They have some cute sportswear. I may have to stop in sometime.” Turning toward her, he smiled at her and said, “I’ll be more than happy to help you find something.”

“Apart from that day, we always worked together. That’s all.” “Sure,” Tommy drawls, clearly enjoying himself. “You worked together. Must’ve been some real emotional labor, huh?” “Drop it,” I warn lightly, though the corner of my mouth betrays me with a twitch. Tommy laughs, pushing off the bars. “Relax, man. I’m just teasing. Can’t blame you though—dude’s pretty. Soft-spoken. Kinda reminds me of those NYC models that make me feel my five days in the gym’s shit.”

Hiding his dislike and he attempts at cool and calm. “Right,… the guy from a month back. The supposed friend who was causing problems in the shack?” Tom raises a brow, oozing sarcasm and his whole body seems to grow larger with his posturing. I always knew him as the gentle and kind fisher guy, and I don’t think I ever saw him behave like this. Jyeon isn’t phased in the slightest, given he’s easily the same height and build and packs just as much muscle.

Again, he concluded that Adrian was attracted to him, despite him insisting it wasn't anything to do with being 'gay. Having a decent amount of upper body strength, Tom had been able to do a hundred or so push-ups before his muscles started to shake and pucker under his weight. He'd ended up flat on his stomach, drenched in sweat and begging for a break. His muscles still ached now, he realised as he stretched and cricked his neck. "Today we are going to do something a little more... exciting," Adrian said and grinned. Tom smiled a humourless grin in return, dreading to think what he meant by this.

And the other after I had spotted Ryan's beaten up face on the football, along with everyone else at school. Josh scoffed at my pathetic suggestion and pulled his beer up to his lips. Only Harvey and Tom followed his lead and although I should've been surprised at Tom's revelation, I wasn't a stranger to the fact that he used to compete in kickboxing when he was younger, defeating me at every play fight I tried to start with him. April finally sighed outwardly, hating that none of the questions were allowing her to increase her intoxication even further. "I don't like this game anymore." With that, she brought her filled cup upwards and consumed everything within it.

But deep inside, he wished his daughter will not be like her mom, and pray that she won't be driven by the urge to play a TOMBOY. THE END Hi guys, thank you for reading this book and I hope you enjoyed it. I would like you to know that I have other stories here and would be happy if you can check them out. Thank you once again for reading this story :)

"Oh, I don't want to get my shorts grass stained." "Here," Tommy said stripping off his shirt and putting it on the ground. He now stood beside her in his shorts and sandals, his strong chest bare. "Wow, you've been working out," Sue said admiring her stepson's muscular chest. She squeezed her legs together and felt her swollen lips pulse with excitement. "It's Coach Lewis, he wanted all his players to be in top shape." "You look great," Sue said sitting on the shirtTommy had laid down. She felt the tight seam of