Tutoring The Player Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I think I would. I’d like to be able to take mum out.” “If you get a provisional, I’m happy to take you out a few times. See, if you’d like to get proper lessons.” “I’ve already got one…and thank you. I would appreciate that.” He placed his hand gently on her leg. She looked over briefly to smile at him. “You have so much tutoring to do!” He teased. She hit him playfully on his arm and he chuckled. “You know, you were really great tonight. And I’m not just saying that because I’ve seen you naked.” Josh shot mischievously.

I want to gain weight, to gain muscle, so I can run as far away as possible. The next day, the tutor comes–a rigid older gentleman with a face like a crow and eyes just as black and beady. He’s neither gentle nor kind. “Hands flat on the table,” he commands in my language. He runs me through a series of responses to simple questions and commands. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes, Your Highness. No, Your Highness. I pick up as much as I can, willing my mind to expand and allow the words to settle and become familiar.

When they were done, he took a console and played each of them, offering them insight and ways to be better, all with a grin. Romeo and Sera are at the back, watching everything unfold. “He's not so bad,” Sera mused loudly, still observing. “Not so bad?” Romeo asked in shock. “Guy, do you see how he kicked Braydon’s ass? And he did it while teaching him something. They are listening to him and implementing what he is saying, the same way they did with Coach Marcus.” No one could ever be Marcus, Sera thought, but she had to admit the new teacher’s game was solid. “Well, I just hope he can train them well enough to go to the qualifiers.”

I know what next I'm in for, as he dumps it on his desk, falling into his chair. “Take your seat” Thane says, while pointing towards the chair before him. He takes his time unwinding, while I get myself comfortable, before he lifts his posture, gazing straight into my eyes. “Your posture, countenance and stride, weren't great” he notes. “Your pace, great, but needs improvement” he evaluates. “So later tonight, I'd get to teach you that” he says, and I nod through it all. Thane nod back at me, with a care, i so clearly can see in his eyes. He turns to his left, picking a palmtop his has laying there. Turning it on, he swipes through for a minute, before he hands it in.

I keep my shoulder squared, waiting for him to make his point. “If you want to stay on the football team, you’re going to need tutoring. Effective immediately.” He adds. I blinked. “I can figure something out. Maybe Tati….” “No.” His voice sliced through my excuse. “You’ll be assigned a tutor.” I exhaled through my nose, fighting the heat curling in my chest. I couldn’t afford to get kicked out of the football team. Not now. “Fine. Who?” He flipped a folder shut with a smile I didn’t like. “Miss Treton.”

My focus was basketball, but now it has come back to fuck everything up. "My parents will kill me if I have to pay for college and I'm trying to be drafted this year, so what can I do.?" I pleaded taking it deep breath. The coach patted me on my shoulder, and looked me in the eyes. "You have to get your grades up, I'll talked to the dean. She said you need to pass your math and English class. You failed them last semester and now have to take them again, so this will be your last shot, she says the plan is to get you a tutor." “A tutor?” I asked. I really didn't think getting a tutor was the best idea and I guess coach already knew what I was thinking. "Look, you really don't have any othe

"Justice, stop acting like a child and behave like an adult—" "I'm nine," I deadpanned. He sighed jadedly and pushed me off him gently. "Can I get another tutor, please?" "Why not? Zayne is at the top when it comes to calculation, you should be happy he agreed," "I'm not, can I just change?" "If you can get a tutor before the end of school tomorrow, then yes." I jumped in excitement, getting a tutor would be a piece of cake. «««End of flashback»»»

2 As it turned out, the lucky individual on the soccer team who I had agreed to tutor was none other than Zac Miller. It could have been anyone but to my lack of luck, I happened to be stuck with Zac Miller. Don't get me wrong—I don't know him well enough to judge him. I only knew the things I had seen and heard. I wasn't typically a judgemental person—at all but I really believed that nothing good could come out of me tutoring Zac Miller.

I was slowly moving forward and accepting the fact that they were gone and never going to be back. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't I train with you? I'm on elementary division duty for my break out but I'll be able to put in an hour or so sometimes when you're free?" "You'd do that?" "Sure, why not? It gives me another sparring partner anyway." I shrugged. "It's your choice." "To think I'd get the school's newest prodigy as a tutor. Who'd have thought?" "If you call me that, I'll kick you out of the window." I threatened him.

I pulled out the chair and sat down, trying to appear more confident than I felt. Principal Hargrove leaned back, studying me with keen interest. “Your transfer was quite sudden, but we’re thrilled to have you. Hawthorne’s hockey program is one of the best in the state, as you know. With you and Brad Walker on the same side now… well, the sky’s the limit.” I offered a small, tight smile. “I’m here to play my best and focus on my future, sir.” "But we have just one problem, your grades are quite bad. You need a tutor."