Just One of the Boys (Chicago Falcons Book 1)

by Leah Rooper

but the Falcons haven’t made the playoffs in years.

Okay so no playoff but the most scout recruits.... that math aint mathing babe

The warmth of my body beneath my pads and jersey.

Warmth i would expect sweat like never before but sure

“Name’s Alexander! But my friends call me Al.” I’ve only seen this guy for about two seconds, but already I’m finding it hard to believe he has any friends.

Hahhahahahaha

“Don’t you know who I am?” “Yeah,” he says. “You’re someone who lost the puck.”

Omgggvthis girl

Before, I always wanted to fight back. I wanted to prove everyone wrong. That feeling’s not here now. In fact, I don’t feel anything at all. All I can hear is that voice inside of me repeating over and over: You aren’t good enough. And you never will be.

Dang somethings gone wrong with this depressed boy if this is how he thinks. He need to get put of his head tho and not think about his brother so much

“What makes you think I trust you to shoot,” Coach says to Hayden, “if you don’t know how to pass?” Hayden looks like his head is about to fly off his shoulders. I can’t help myself. I flash him the smallest of smiles.

Yaahh i mean its a team game dude!!

“I, uh, just thought you might want the game-winning puck. We couldn’t have done it without you.” Slowly, Hayden reaches out and takes the puck. He twirls it between his fingers—then whips it across the rink. It smashes against the boards.

Woaahhh he mad mad

Tremblay, you’re with Bell.” He walks toward me and places the key card in my hand. “Keep him out of trouble, rookie.”

I think its more of a giving hayden some challenge so he tries more so he doesnt get benched when someone play better than him cys honestly his ego is a lil big for his head

“Great,” Hayden throws his head back and moans. “My agony continues.”

Bro you so childish

“Why did you do that for me? You don’t even like me.” I throw a hand behind my head and look away. “You’re a part of the Falcons. And nobody messes with my team.”

Yaaayyy bonding time!!!

With his stupid accent, and plaid clothing, and brown tousled hair…he could win Mr. Lumberjack, or whatever.

Shut up why i think of mark lee but i know he would never!! Ahhhh

Another goal for Tremblay and Bell!

Yaaaaayy

I fight my way out of a sea of gloves and bodies and swing an arm around Bell. “Not a bad goal, rookie.” “Yeah,” he says, looking away from me. “It was an all right pass.”

Oooooo

The way he’s watching me—it weirds me out, but I don’t back away.

Hehehehe

“Yes, I understand. Whatever is best for Alice,” Mom snivels and slams the door.

Ugh that is not a mother that is a bratty child

Our textbooks go untouched for the next three hours and my worries are forgotten as Madison and I binge-watch quirky show after show.

Cant binge a kdrama in 3 hours but sure... at least you tried

“AL-ICE,”

Al ice like ice ❄ thats how you know she was born for hockey

His hair is mussed, brown wavy curls falling everywhere, and his cheeks are flushed from sitting so close to the fire. I can’t help but let out a little breath as I look at him.

Girl same

Oh no, her tears were not from seeing my pain or my bruised ribs. It’s from when she walked into the hospital room and saw my choppy bob.

What is wrong with this woman tbh

“It’s been a rough night, tonight. Our poor Alice was playing in her women’s league and got knocked against the board and bruised her ribs. She told me it even shattered the glass!”

Mom why you gotta ruin everthing??!! She just put him in his place and now he has something over her !!!

Whatever we have on the ice doesn’t matter—she still lied to me.

What a loser... i get hes hurt but she did it for many reasons and he wouldnd even be captain if she werent there

“Alice was willing to give up hockey for you.” I must give him a blank look because he sighs again. “Tremblay, she’s in love with you.”

I have never been in love like that.. must be intense

Maybe I’m a sweatpants-wearing, whole-pizza-eating hockey player. And maybe I’m also a lipstick-wearing, sparkly dress-twirling figure skater. Maybe I’m both of these things mashed together; a work-in-progress, a half-played game. And maybe Alice and Al aren’t so different after all.

“And you know what else, Alice? You’re my conscience, my sounding board, my competitor.” He tilts his head back and crinkles his eyes. “And I am desperately in love with you.”

Aàaaaaaaa

“I’m in love with you, Al,” Hayden says. “You know my heart in ways no one else ever has. You make me a stronger person. A better person. But most of all, a happier person. And I swear, from now on, I will do right by you.”

Shut up too cute

He smiles, still gazing at me. “I just really want to kiss you again.” I float my lips over his. “I wanted to kiss you first.”

“Everything a competition?” “That’s okay with me, because I know there’s something I’ll always win at,” he says, pulling me tighter. I feel so small, wrapped in his arms and pressed against his hard chest. “What’s that?” I whisper. “Loving you most.”

Okay i love you but like youre 17ish very sweet but overreacting a bit