All Chapters of The Captain that was never mine: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Shirley POV Sebastian sat down across from me with that same cocky attitude from the morning, though it was dialed back a notch. He ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed. “I think I might actually need help.” I folded my arms, keeping my expression ice cold. “Oh wow. Looks like you finally decided to listen to Mr. Principal.” He didn’t argue. For the next few minutes, I pulled out my notebook and wrote down a list of materials he’d need, along with a structured weekly tutoring schedule. I slid it across the table without a word. Sebastian picked it up, scanned it, and immediately frowned. “This doesn’t leave me any time for extra practice. I can’t afford to fall behind on the ice.” I raised an eyebrow. “Do you want good grades or not? Because according to the coach, you’re not stepping on that ice until your average is above 70%.” He leaned back in his chair, studying me for a long moment. Then a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. His green eyes darkened

Sebastian POV I caught myself staring at Shirley again during the session. She really was different from what I’d expected. At first, I thought she might be genuine and felt guilty for lashing out her before, that was rude of me, but she looked like someone who didn’t fall for Brad’s charm. But when Kayla mentioned Stacey’s party on the phone earlier, I saw the way Shirley’s face lit up. I didn't expect her to be the socialite type, I mean she looks like a lowkey nerd. "I thought you weren't friends with Stacey, I mean both of you argued in the hallway," She looked at me raising an eyebrow, "She invited the whole school, and I have my reasons." Reasons? Yeah right, the only reason I could think of was Brad. Why the hell was I even thinking about Brad right now? I shook my head, readjusting my mindset. I wasn’t here to get involved in their drama. I was here to improve my grades, get back on the ice, and survive this forced transfer. We finished the rest of the session in rel

Sebastian POV I was sitting at my desk, surrounded by notes and textbooks, working through the history review questions Shirley had drafted for me. Surprisingly, the session earlier had been productive. She was a good tutor when she wasn’t mad at me. My phone buzzed repeatedly. I ignored it at first, but the notifications kept coming. When I finally checked, I realized I’d been added to some group chat, probably by Stacey. Pictures from the party flooded the screen. The party looked fire. People dancing, lights flashing, drinks flowing. The mansion was packed. I scrolled through a few more photos and saw the address Stacey had sent me earlier. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. I used to be a party guy back at Westfield, attending almost every event thrown. Maybe going tonight wouldn’t be the worst idea. It could be a good way to blow off some steam and actually try to make connections at Hawthorne instead of hiding in my room. Besides, I thought, and if i had no

Sebastian POVI stood there in the dimly lit parking lot, watching the red taillights of Shirley’s taxi disappear into the night. My chest felt tight, a strange mix of anger and regret swirling inside me. The mark from her slap still burned on my cheek.What the hell am I doing?Frustration boiled over. I turned and kicked the tire of my car hard, the impact sending a jolt up my leg. “Sebastian…”That voice again. it was that weird girl from before. She was walking toward me with that same obsessive look in her eyes.“You should stop hurting yourself over a third party like her,” she said softly, reaching out like she wanted to comfort me. “She’s not worth it.”The word “third party” hit like a slap. I pushed her hand away angrily, stepping back.“Don’t call her that,” I snapped. “And stop following me. Stop stalking me. I don’t want anything to do with you.”She looked hurt, but I didn’t care. I got into my car and drove off, leaving her standing there.I needed to get out of my hea