What Was Meant To Be Qb Tyler Novels & Stories

“Why not both?” “Efficient. Leadership already paying off.” Tyler cut between us on one skate, grinning around his mouthguard like a walking bad decision with excellent balance. “Seven scouts, baby,” he said. “Act pretty. Smile. Show teeth. Not murder teeth. Draftable teeth.” “Shut up, Tyler.” “That’s not captainly.” “That’s extremely captainly.” “Honestly, true.” Tyler tapped his stick against my shin pad. “Just don’t punch anyone today. Scouts get weird about assault. No vision.”

Scarlett spoke without looking at Tyler, she has watched Tyler long enough to know what kind of man he is and just like she thought. "Hey girl, I don't and I'm not ready to be part of any family legacy continuation or something, if you know me well you will know that I won't do such a thing, there are a lot of hot rich youths up there in the team, are you trying to say that you didn't fancy anyone for such a long time?" Tyler said, his voice was casual but one could hear the firm tone in it.

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.

In that moment, Tyler didn't doubt it for a single second. Tyler hesitated, reaching into his pocket for his phone. He framed the shot—Grant, broken and weeping in the dark—planning to send it to me. He knew that if I saw this, the whole plan would collapse. I would run back to the Ridge. I would tell him the truth. But as his thumb hovered over the 'send' button on our chat, Tyler stopped. If I went back to Grant, Tyler would lose his chance. He would lose the future he had built in his head, the life where he was the hero who saved the scout. He closed his eyes, a wave of guilt washing over him.

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."