روايات وقصص ضمن What Was Meant To Be Qb Tyler

"Not exactly kill, he knew Ty would be quick enough to handle the situation, but he wanted to give him a lesson for telling you what he saw that day and for saving you." That made a lot of sense. If Ty weren't there to save me, Blake would have gotten he wanted and get away with it. "Do you think Ty's gonna be okay?" Blake might be a benchwarmer, but he was still a football player, and anyone in a football team looked like they were descendants of the giants. Or at least had their share of DNA in terms of height, weight, and strength. Luc smirked. "Don't worry, Ty's a good fighter. And he has Hunter, which isn't as good as Ty, but he's wild. You can't predict what he's gonna do."

Gwen began to catch parts of the conversations going on around her. "That kid sure took the school by storm!" laughed Ralph Smith, president of the local bank, as well as father of Tyler Smith, the team's starting tight end. "He plays quarterback like a pro, and then sweet talks the school's prettiest girl into going to the dance with him tomorrow. I'd better keep an eye on this boy or he'll have my job before Christmas!"

She squeezed my hand and walked off and I watched her go and then turned to Tyler. "What's up?" "I want to talk," he said. We walked away from the group and stopped near the far end of the corridor and Tyler put his hands in his pockets and looked at me with an expression that was more serious than his usual. "There's a big game coming," he said. "Two weeks. Scholarships on the line. Finals spot. You know all of this." "I'm the captain, Tyler. I'm aware." "I heard you tell coach it was family stuff."

“Don’t get it twisted,Tyler. This was a mistake and it doesn't mean anything.” He stepped closer, his eyes on mine. “You sure about that?”

And here he was, talking about me as if I was just a mere conquest. Boy, was I glad that I was dumping him today! “Saturday is the night. I haven’t spent the last year heating the engine and not have a test drive of the car, man.” I heard Tyler tell one of his friends. His friend’s encouraging jeers filled the locker room. That was the turning point that I needed. I balled my hands into fists and yelled out his name, causing all heads to snap in my direction, full of shocked surprise. “Ruby? Hi, baby. You came to apologize?” Tyler sounded surprised.

They'd built the team, yes, but we'd made it what it was and what it was was an elite force of manpower equaled to none. "I'm not going. Whatever it is, wherever it is, I'm done." Tyler stormed out of the kitchen as the rest of us looked on. We knew why he felt this way, the sentiment I'm sure was shared by most if not all of us, but we also knew no matter what gripes we might have that it wasn't that easy to turn our backs on our calling.

I recalled having that question lingering inside my head as long as I remember, so it might be a good choice for me to start with that. “That one?” Tyler rubbed his chin as he looked to be in a deep thought. “It’s pretty hard for me to give a literal name to it, but usually, I would label it as a proxy mission.” “Proxy mission?” I repeated. “Exactly.” Tyler halted before glancing around the room. “Lancer, shield this room.” He suddenly spoke. But to whom? I don’t know. “Granted.”

And even though he never looked at Zoey the same way he would look at her stomach, Tyler attended to all her needs without any hesitation. My Beta was still in a bad place, according to him, but I could feel his excitement for his pup. Tyler was an only child, and I knew from the beginning how much he wanted to have a sibling, so it wasn’t a surprise that despite the uncertainties between him and Zoey, he was looking forward to this pup.

Fans screamed, whistled, and yelled as they streamed onto the playing Field. Christine had been watching the final drive with her family and Laura, and Maddie's friends. "God, is he cool or what?" asked one of Maddie's friends. "He acts like it's a day at the beach. That's some boyfriend your sister has there. He's a way better player than our team's quarterback, and he’s 23 years old." When Tyler Smith clutched the football to his chest and fell to the ground in the end zone, Christine was on her feet with every other Highland fan, momentarily too stunned to speak.

Disappointment lingered heavily in his voice. “Then give yourself a better reason,” Coach Jacobs replied firmly. “Or don’t have a reason at all. If it’s something that makes you happy, then do it.” Tyler looked up, surprised by how serious the coach sounded. “This game is going to be big,” Coach Jacobs continued. “There’ll be private investors, sponsors, recruiters, people who could help you get into college. This is an opportunity.” He paused briefly. “Asher wanted me to let you know.” Tyler blinked. “Asher did what?”