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The Quarterback Dilemma

Novel By: SoulDiver
Young adult

My first attempt at writing something for young adults. This one's just for fun. I'm not American, so setting something in an American High School is a little foolish and there are bound to be errors. But I haven't lived in England for years either, so where to set my stories? That's my particular dilemma.

Warning: some sexual content and bad language. Not suitable for younger teenagers. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 24, 2012    Reads: 311    Comments: 1    Likes: 4   


Somewhere in this school The Quarterback is going about his daily business. I have no idea what this is but it probably includes cruising the halls absorbing the adoring looks thrown at him from all quarters, tormenting the occasional overweight sophomore, charming teachers into giving him homework extensions, doing press-ups and writing obscene graffiti in the bathroom. Whatever it is, it used to have nothing to do with me but now it appears that one of his daily activities is texting me. I am in another part of the school; it could be another world for all intents and purposes, going about my daily business. I know all too well what this is. It tends to involve keeping my head down and getting on with what is required with the minimum of fuss. But my phone vibrates in my pocket and the two worlds collide. Somewhere in school he has just typed the words 'I miss u' into his brand new iPhone G3S (Black) and they appear on the scratched screen of my bottom-of-the-range Nokia. I never dared save his number into my phone but I know it's him because he said these very words to me when he called me last night. "I miss you," he said and I hung up on him.

I need to get on with my assignment now. It's due in tomorrow.

Wednesday March 1st

Apparently Stu is worried about me. He sat me down this lunchtime and said we needed to talk. He said I had been behaving strangely for a few weeks now and I was not myself. He said that whatever it was I could talk to him - whatever it was. He said that he was my best friend and completely non judgmental, and added that he trusted me so much that I was the first person he told about being gay and that he would expect me to trust him too. I said that I was fine and not to worry.

Needless to say that was a lie and I am a really terrible friend.

Thursday March 2nd

Now my Dad has started on at me. I swear those two have been swapping notes. They both have the same method - beat you into submission with their niceness. However, I am currently a tough nut to crack. If the school Sociopath can't crack me then no one can.


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