"We need to talk, young man," she told him.He groaned, taking in her appearance; she looked like she was going out that night because those were not the clothes she wore earlier to the game."Can't I just rest, mom?" he muttered."No, sit!” , she ordered.He took a seat on the couch with a sigh."What the hell was that on the field today? Since when did you start playing wide receiver?", she asked, her voice a bit on the high side.Yeah, he forgot; his mother didn’t know that he could play in that position."It was a backup plan with the team, in case the playbook didn’t work, mom, and it won us the game... I can run, I can catch, I can throw, hell, I play ball! “, he muttered."There was a wide receiver playing already... Don’t talk to me like I don’t know football; I’ve been watching the game for years," she snapped at him."And if you noticed, I ran faster than him when I took the position," he told her. He didn’t know why he was telling her all this; it’s not like she to

Lennon had not meant to slam the breaks; it had been an unconscious action in reaction to what he had just discovered at that time: that the guy he had stumbled on in the hallway, the one with silver hair, who happens to be the QB of the Tigers and plays just like him, was the same guy he had bumped into about ten years ago in a hallway in a stadium here in Newark.He scoffed. Life and fate were funny; they had a way of reuniting even the best of enemies. He could still remember the silver-haired boy, even though he had tried to forget him at some point after that incident.There was something eerily familiar about the boy, even now, that he couldn’t seem to place his hands on. It was as if he should know what it was, yet he didn't, and that didn’t sit well with him.In all his life, this was probably the first time he felt threatened in football. Pardon his arrogance, but he had not met a high school student who could play like him or as good as him. As early as three years old,

The stress of the long flight and then the photoshoot was weighing down on him now that he was relaxed. He knew that they still had about ten minutes on the road before they got to Uncle Jacob’s place, so he decided to catch a little sleep.He closed his eyes moments later.Gabriel felt someone shaking his shoulder, so he snapped his eyes open, wondering where he was briefly, until he remembered that he was in Danny’s car. He sat up straighter, looking around the area. He saw Danny by his side, looking at him."Just how tired are you?" Danny asked him.He exhaled, yawning and stretching in the car. "I'm very tired; I haven’t gotten a rest since I got here," he said.Danny gave him a pitiful look—a look that didn’t suit the guy’s beautiful face at all. Sometimes he wondered how a guy would look this beautiful and handsome at the same time. It amazes him how Danny had what every model was looking for but wasn’t using it."We're here... good thing because you’ll eat too. I assume y