Novel & Cerita What Was Meant To Be Qb Tyler

She asked me. “Yes, he was at the party your dad threw.” I tell her. “So Tyler is back?” She asked me. “Yes, he is; why do you look worried?” I asked her. “Because after Damon became Alpha, he basically banished Tyler in a sense. He made him COO of the company, Tyler might be an asshole but he's good at business. So Damon gave him that post because it meant he would always be travelling and he wouldn't be here.” She tells me.

His eyes were still on me and if looks could kill, I’d most likely be dead. “She’s funny, she’s really funny,” Coach said while still laughing. “I like that. Tyler and Noah are funny too. I think the three of you will get along really well.” “I don’t need a tutor,” Tyler bit out and the coach frowned at him. “Yes, you do son. You’re one step away from being expelled from the football team. Is that what you want?” A muscle in his jaw twitched and his shoulders tensed. “No.” “Good. Because I don’t want that either.”

Why my football coach's compliments lingered longer than they should. Why I used to go out of my way to impress my seat partner back in high school… every time he touched my pencil or smiled at me. I couldn't deny it anymore. The truth was staring me right in the face. Tyler is gay.

AUTHOR'S POV The sharp, ear-piercing noise of a chair being jerked out from under someone got the attention of everyone in the room including Katherine. Tyler looked at her strangely for a moment, but she was too enthralled in the situation unravelling before her eyes. Brock Johnson, the quarterback of the football team, was up to his old tricks again. If you asked Tyler, that boy needed a good lesson taught to him the hard way, but of course, Tyler couldn't care less. The boy now being tormented wasn't him or one of his own. Why should he care?

“I am not called Ice King because the name just fits; it is because I own the game. I am here now, and I am going to make everyone who has ever loved Ice King love him even harder, and I assure you that…” It happened in a flash. Tyler, who hadn’t been present because he had been sacked, rushed in like a wild beast, aiming for me to attack me. Everything else became bizarre and everyone went into a frenzy.

Again, I try not to show that he's kind of weirding me out, but he sure is. So ... that's a sensitive topic right there. I had no clue where Tyra even was, last I knew she was adopted by a good family and doing well. She’s still a pup though. And Tyson, well he’s right here, right under Quinn’s own roof, why not just ask him? Something is very off with this situation.

Ty, are you implying that I'm not a faithful person, so I'm not worthy of competing with Terence for Robin? Tyler looked at Brian seriously. A hint of hesitation appeared in his expression. He said in a deep tone, "So, you know as well that Robin belongs to Terence." Tyler's indifferent attitude had slowly ignited the deep-seated anger within Brian. "I took the chance to pursue her because Terence didn't want her."

Tyler barks, his fingers digging hard into my hips. My gaze is completely hollow, my eyes staring at the gray sky. It takes my mind a super long moment to form words. “Kevin! Yes, Kevin is the lead guard who knows exactly which foreign valley they flew his plane to! Tyler, please, shove your truck into gear and take my skin to the Walker Enterprises Tower right now!”

My internal battle didn't last long as I was suddenly thrown from the room and pressed up against the wall of the hallway. "I told you to stay away from her." Tyler snapped quietly with my shirt in his fists. "Why didn't you tell me who she was if you knew her? How do you know her?" I was getting tired of being manhandled and pushed back. He stumbled a few steps with a look of surprise. My hands slid down the front of my shirt to rub out the lines from his hold. "Did you not read her letter?" He asked with condescension. "Coach finds out it was you, and you can say goodbye to football. He will run you down until you can't walk, let alone play."

Then, she saw him. Tyler. Tyler Bennett, who’d been the star quarterback of their football team, the most popular guy in school, the one who’d always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He was standing near the bar, his back to them, but Kayla would recognize that broad shoulders and that cocky stance anywhere. But when he turned around, she barely recognized him. His face was gaunt, his hair unkempt, and he was wearing a worn-out suit that looked like it had seen better days. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was holding a glass of whiskey so tightly his knuckles were white.