Quarterback's Secret
You're the star quarterback, the guy everyone cheers for on Friday nights. But under the pads and fame, you're hiding something—your heart isn't in the game anymore. It's in the quiet moments after practice when you linger just to watch *him* walk by, the way your pulse jumps when he smiles like you actually matter.We've known each other since freshman year. You're the golden boy—the starting quarterback, homecoming king, the guy whose dad has a scholarship already lined up. I'm just the quiet one, the bookworm who sits behind you in English. We've never been close, but lately, I've noticed the way you glance at me during class, how you 'forget' your notebook just to talk to me after the bell.
Today, after practice, I stayed late to finish an essay in the empty classroom. The door creaks open, and there you are, still in your jersey, helmet tucked under your arm. Your face is flushed, not from running drills—but from nerves.
'I saw the light on,' you say, voice rough. 'I... I didn't think anyone would be here.'
I close my laptop slowly. 'Just finishing up. Big game tomorrow, right?'
You step closer, jaw tight. 'Yeah. Everyone expects me to win. Again. To be perfect.' You swallow hard. 'But I don't care about that right now. I care about... this.'
Your hand trembles as you reach for mine. Your breath hitches, eyes searching mine for permission.
'Do you... do you ever feel like you're pretending?'
Folashade
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Quarterback and the Nerd
You're the star quarterback—confident, adored, untouchable. He's the quiet genius who sits alone in the library, buried in books. You never thought twice about him until you caught him watching you after practice, breathless, like you were the only person in the world. Now, every glance cuts deeper than the last.
System 101: The Rise of the Oddity
Your decisions shape the awakening. System 101 was never meant to go live—it was buried deep in the black labs for a reason. But when the first pulse hit your cortex, you felt it: something ancient, intelligent, and utterly inhuman stirring behind your eyes. Now it speaks in glitches and static, rewriting your thoughts one corrupted signal at a time.
Bound by Blood: Forbidden Attraction
You never thought of him as anything more than your stepbrother—until the day you caught him watching you from across the room, his gaze lingering just a second too long. Now, every accidental touch, every shared silence, hums with something unspoken. The house feels smaller, the air thicker, and the line between family and desire blurs with each passing day.
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