Jugador Romane & Geschichten

I asked, even though I joined this school last year I think I should know who he is that's if he attends this school. "He's a famous soccer player and the best in our school, he has won so many awards and he just came back from a trip in Brazil" she said with enthusiasm in her eyes. She seemed to understand the confused look on my face, " He doesn't really come to school that much with his busy lifestyle but due to his status he someone found a way out" she said and I circled my mouth in a "oh" way. "Well enough of Footballer Zach, I have classes to attend" I said and shut my locker but Maya pulled me back.

"¿Juegas fútbol, Gabriel?" "Sí." He smiles. "Soy delantero como tú." "Que bien. Tienes que seguir practicando si quieres ser profesional. ¿Okay? Saca buenas calificaciones y hazle caso a tu entrenador." "Lo prometo." I hand him back his paper. "¿Me puedo tomar una foto contigo? Mis amigos no me lo van a creer." He's smiling so wide. I remember what it was like to meet my favorite player when I was a kid. It's kind of magical. So of course I'm gonna say yes.

“Yea, and I’m the king of Utopia.” Zehra rolled her eyes. “Seriously dude, he’s like my elder brother.” “Elder brother?” Nora asked. “Yea, he’s eighteen.” Zehra replied. Hugo scowled. “So you know that? What else do you know, huh? Do you know about Lily too?” Zehra nodded. “Yea, he showed me.” “Showed you? Showed you? He hasn’t even shown me!” “Who’s Lily?” asked Ivanka.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

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"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

Something to clear my head. Somehow, that walk led me here. And somehow, my eyes found him. Alistair Morano, number 7, black jersey clinging to his frame, hair slicked back with sweat. He looked like sin dipped in sunlight, sharp jaw set in frustration as he screams something I couldn't even hear through the loud boos to his teammates. I watch as a guy from the Veritas team strikes the ball toward Aurum goalpost, the ball slipping past the keeper and into the net.

, he asked trying to conceal the huskiness in his hoarse displeased voice. Cynthia shook her head," you're a player, you shouldn't think about those things". On hearing her words, Jeffery, again, for the first time, didn't feel the usual pride he felt when someone refered to him as a player. For Cynthia it was like since he was a player, then she could play along. He gritted his teeth, this woman had never given him face. Cynthia watched his angry face and felt satisfaction welling up, "if you're that mad I can go back". She said,

And now, it's my time to roll my eyes at her, knowing I'm about to hear another one of her sexual escapades. “Mav Tanner. Engineering Department. Soccer Team Captain and Striker. 6’2”. Totally ripped and totally sexy.” I should have known… Can't say I'm surprise that she knows Tanner. I mean they're both populars in the campus, so their paths will eventually cross, but I didn't know that even my best friend was not immune to his charms. “From what I’ve heard he is a player. And not just in soccer.” I warned her but then she smiled at me. Her devilish smile, that I knew she was about to do some thing really crazy.

Fucking bastard! ****