He cupped his chin writing down what the coach needed. Just the prospect of going for the playoffs made his heart race. Ding! He gazed at a picture attachment she sent in endearment and suspicion wondering if she was talking about him to her friends right now. How boring he was. That certainly made him insecure but she always kept him guessing. The fact that she was nice to him with his homework and gave him some personal space to finish up.She was bored of staying indoors anyways. It had only been months since they started dating. He didn't want to look needy. Dr. Brendan just asked him to act confident all the time. Ding!His breathing shallowed at Harley's message. “We need to talk, I haven’t been fully honest with you.”......He wondered for minutes, minutes felt like hours, what on earth she was texting to him. He was waiting for the typing dots to become a message, with how long she was typing, it was sure to be one lengthy message! [ Oh my god. She does this everytime. ] He
He had two days to impress the coach with his skills. Rex had been giving him pointers about gaming strategies and body language to detect where their defence team were going to go next. The offence line and the blockers."That's nice. I can go for the offence lineman.""Sure. If you're tough enough and you can handle the defence team...""You're too small." The coach said to him stoically chewing on hay.He touched his shirt. "You can't be able to handle the defence team without size and brute strength. Can you handle the prospect of a 6'3 foot man weighing 290-300 pounds coming at you. He may as well throw you over himself like a bloody buffalo on coke."Rex snorted. Remembering a buffalo throwing a lion over itself. "I have to get big? I don't think that'll be possible.""That's up to you, Undercut. You have to have the intelligence to help make a pass count. And that's all that matters.""White 80! Hut!" The quarterback roared the numbers before the snap and Maks braced himself.
The fact that Sam came out of the blue to mention this was disastrous. What if he failed? The only difference between them was that Sam could not control his literal demon. Maks could control his instincts but he couldn't control his anger. He just let the beast inside wreak havoc. Doreen called."Maks...""Dora, hi.""I just got back from work. I called to ask after you.""That's fine, I appreciate that. I was wondering about you too. I hope Annie and Bernie are doing okay." "Annie and Bernie? They're gonna love that. Oh they're fine. Mom got emotional and she decided today that she's redecorating your room." He turned frantic, clutching his head, he wondered if she would find that sultry drawing of Harley he had in her locker. "Oh my god, no.""She says she found some interesting things in your locker. I wonder what it is. Can you give me a hint?" She asked."No, the usual, the ashtray. I just don't like her touching my stuff.""Ah, she seemed pretty excited. It's not like it
Maks stepped around him clenching his fist. She stepped up from her table."You look like crap.""Oh thank you for noticing.""What are you doing in my house? I asked you specifically to stay away from me!""I don't know who you think you are barging into my life like this. You sent a goon after me didn't you? Afterall your sister was renowned, why shouldn't an assassin return the favour out of pity.""How dare you bring my sister into this?""Is this your way of paying me back after what I did to you?" "Guilty as charged...Why should I care about what happens to you anyway?" She drawled. "Besides it's only fair that Karma hits you in the face."He winced. She grinned succeeding at hurting him. "I didn't send anyone after you.""That's exactly what you would say."Artemis laughed hard. She was so surprised that he faced monsters but now he was whining about a goon doing this to him. She exhaled and kept calm. "Lewis please show him out the door.""Yes, Artemis. Come right this way
[ Who are you!? ] He thought with round eyes. "We can go somewhere else instead of sitting out butts down here." She said with determination getting up. He picked up his shoes."I also thought finding these would help cheer you up about your hognose snake. They're not that great but it's the least I can do. In case you were wondering." He said guilty for not being the most mysterious guy in the room. He wanted to be direct with her.She held his hands. "You remembered?" He nodded. "Yeah, is that bad?"They locked hands and Harley's fingers crossed behind her. He smirked at that and she caught him staring at her behind. She smirkedShe looked stunned when he tossed her the keys. "How about you prove you can ride this?...I'm feeling kind of sick." He touched his stomach."Sure, you underestimate me Maks." She said taking his gear. "My mom thought learning to ride a Harley would be funny." She said and they laughed."Same." He said blushing. "Boy did she laugh when I couldn't do arches
He smashed the cane against his back and leg. Punching him. He paralyzed him easily. He knew he was done for. His phone clattered on the floor and he gazed at the Caller ID. "Who is it?""Don't you dare...""Shut up!" He picked up. "Hello?""Maks, what's wrong with your voice?" She said and his eyes rounded turning away."Dora?" He said with a shaky voice."Is anything wrong? For a minute there you sounded like my coworker." She said and his eyes quirked recognising the lady's voice. The lady whom he met at his new job. She had been nice to him and she spoke about how things were rough at home with her son. She gave him money to get Selina some important things and to feed her. He wanted to ask "how are you?" But the words wouldn't come out."I hope you and your stepson find some common ground, ma'am." He commented once and Selina held Doreen's hand sleepily. "Yeah, I hope so to, maybe I'm trying too hard. I smothered him a lot. He said so." She looked frantic."I'm sure he'll come
Harley let off a buzz from her horn and he pulled up. Sending corn flying everywhere."Are you kidding me?""Wake up, maggot. It's O six hundred hours! Time for your drill, no excuses." She said marching with shades and fatigues on."You're having so much fun aren't you?""Of course I am. I am your personal trainer and I am here to make sure to keep you in ship shape for your punter position.""It's blocker.""Whatever." She countered blowing on her whistle.Speaking of drills. "Where are my cigarettes?" He felt at the lockers."I disposed of them until later. You drool in your sleep.""Well you hog...a lot.""I don't want your slobber on my skin, maggot. I have a skin care routine to keep up with. You're disgusting.""If you keep up with the hogging and I might as well die of hypothermia." He said getting rid of the dirt.She approached him. "If you have a problem with me then you can sleep on the floor! You can catch a cold faster that way. Get up!" He did pull ups with his arms
He did a bench press while Sam hung over the machine. He was tense. He munched on the watermelon he kept aside."Aren't you supposed to be resting today?""I changed my mind. I think this is a strategy." He muttered groaning at the effort."It is? I don't know man, Harley seems to like you, she posted a lot of pictures of you on her story. Why does there have to be a pattern to everything?"He turned red. "She did what!? How did you get her handle?""Are you kidding me? She has 250k followers on Insta. Reels of her acting and dancing."[ Good, now more creeps will be on to her. ]He paled. "That's nothing. I post shit all the time and delete them. No, she is just acting and waiting for the day to drop a bombshell on me and put it all over the web. With these passive aggressive posts. She'll post messages from me falling over myself trying to flirt with her. I bet they'll be laughing their asses off." Sam thought he was a little bit intense."Hmm...ok. What about you?""Are you kiddi