"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
Danny could not remember the last time he felt this good; it sure had been a long time. After slamming the idiot in the car, his excitement level had risen to a level that was temporary, he knew. Of course, he is aware of the long stares that the guy gave him during the game. At a point, the way the guy would bite his lips became so funny that he didn’t even know how to flirt.Lennon climbed into the car, chuckling. He was half expecting the guy to scold him or lecture him on how he needed to be more careful in the future, blah, blah, blah, but Lennon had simply shook his head and started the car.Lennon typed in the GPS of the hotel they were going to stay at and started the car."I can’t wait to sleep." Danny muttered beside him, resting his head on his seat.He heard Lennon scoff, but ignored him and still rested his head on the window. They were still maneuvering their way out of the school’s parking lot when Lennon slammed the car's brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt
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,
"Can you not lean too close to me?”, Gabriel Estellio asked the lady standing in front of him who was doing his make-up. She was so close to him that he could perceive her perfume, which was irritating to his nose. It was cheap and unpopular, so he couldn’t place the scent."Sorry,” she muttered, moving her body away. He sighed, looking down at his screen again. He smiled. Danny was coming to his photoshoot after school when he received the text. Sometimes, Danny would join for a photoshoot, but recently, the guy had stopped doing photoshoots, and he couldn’t wait to see him.Staying in Italy and having friends in New York was not easy at all. He had pleaded with his father to let him attend high school here in New York, but the man had bluntly refused. Emmett Estellio wanted his children close to him during their early years. He was ready to give in for college, as his father had told them, but not high school.So he would always make sure he met up with the guys whenever he w
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
Breakfast at the shepherds household was chaotic, with Lennon walking around the kitchen doing only God knows what and his mother, Mira, trying to salvage what was left of the breakfast she was preparing that ended up burning. Uncle Jacob is just sitting there and arguing with his wife to let him cook, while she bluntly refuses. Yeah, breakfast was chaotic.Gabriel sighed for the umpteenth time that morning, and it wasn’t even eight in the morning yet. He saw Lennon leave the kitchen after trying to get both of his parents' attention and failing. He contemplated joining the guy, but he was damn hungry.He looked at the tray of burnt pancakes on the counter and shook his head."Can you just let me cook?" Uncle Jacob said"No! You’re injured, and I can do this." Aunt Mira muttered.He scoffed. "You've been trying to do this since morning, Aunt Mira, and you’ve been failing... I’m hungry…” he whined.The glares from both couples made him zip up his lips, especially with Uncle Jaco
(7 years old)“ There he goes again!”, A man sitting close to him shouted as he cheered the team he was supporting.Player Number 54, Jacob Shepherd threw the ball so high, with a certain type of strength that stronger animals posses, that it flew straight into the waiting hands of player number 15. How that player could catch the ball and still hold on to it while running was amazing. The player wearing the Number 15 jersey ran very fast like a cheetah and within seconds, he scored another touchdown for their team, earning them an extra four points. They were playing a game away from home and as expected of the Vikings team, they dominated and conquered every single game they played, that was why they were the greatest of all times, the real MVPs, the six times world Superbowl champions. The team was on a winning streak and was sure to break down any obstacle blocking their path.Silver didn’t know when it had started but he had loved the game of football for as long as he could re
So his name was Lennon, he thought. He watched the Lennon boy turn towards the boy who was approaching and sighed, making an effort to stand up on his feet.The boy turned to glare at him, “ you’re going to stay there on the floor or what?”, the boy called Lennon spat, referring to Silver.It was then that Silver realized that he was still sitting on the floor. He made to stand up on his feet but slipped and fell down again. “ahh…”, he cried out in pain, this time, feeling that he might have bruised his wrist.“ Are you okay” , someone asked in a soft voice, perhaps belonging to a girl.Silver shook his head and opened his mouth to respond but then noticed that the question was not for him but the boy called Lennon because the person who had asked the question was not looking at him but the Lennon boy.Lennon shrugged, “ nothing I can’t survive from. I think I sprained my ankle. Jeez, not again!”, he grimaced hopping on one leg.‘ Hello… I’m still here, on the floor. Anybody cares t