Tutoring The Player Novels & Stories

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 said as I start getting my fresh shirt from the walk-in closet. "Man...you work too hard. Being an athlete is hard work. I don't get why you're not retiring already? You got your houses and modeling thing already. Why are you so money hungry bro?" He was asking while he types on his phone, confirming our meet with the rest of the guys. "I happen to like my job brother. Come we better get going, and get Sam to drive us I'm not risking an accident so close to my championship date." It was half an hour later when we finally arrived at Players. Our buddy Jack is the bartender there, so it's a given.

but I don't know why I like that feeling. Harry: Fuck. Harry: This is exciting. Harry: Well, I agree to be your online teacher, baby ;) Professor? I can't help but laugh at that. Harry: You just do what I told you first. My smile fades until it is replaced by a grim grimace. Now I have to do it. . . I have to do it. I told him I would, now I can't regret it. I let out a choppy sigh and hold my phone with one hand as I begin to open my legs, as he told me to. I take my hand back to my underwear and put it into this one.

“What you in for?” I nod my head and lean my bag over the surface of an empty desk. “Hey, Mrs. G, I’m here for tutoring. Mr. Moody set it up.” She nods her head and smiles. “Oh, so you’re the student. Okay, take a seat. Your tutor should be here in a few minutes.” I shrug my shoulders and take a seat at a nearby table while Mrs. G gives me an encouraging wink and turns back to whatever she was doing. I like Mrs. G. She always asks me how I am and lets me use the media room whenever I want to listen to music.

He interrupts my thoughts by talking. "I've noticed that you seem distracted during my lessons lately. This is slightly affecting your performance. Your grades." I knew that I was distracted with everything that has happened, but I hadn't noticed my grades were being affected. I give him an apologetic smile. "Since you are a great student, I could tutor you and give you extra assignments to fix your grades." Tutoring? I've never been to that before. I like doing things alone, in my own way. But I guess I do need it now with everything that has been going on. Besides, it would be with him.

“You’re already behind, Ryder. You need to catch up if you want to stay on the ice. Which means we’ve got to sort out the tutoring situation.” I crossed my arms. “You already said the tutor turned me down.” He sighed. “Yeah. That was Lila. The girl you just saw, I assume.” My brows rose. “That was her?” “Yep. And she’s the best player this school’s ever had. Knows the game inside and out. She could teach you things I can’t. But…” He spread his hands. “She doesn’t want to.” I thought back to her in that detention room, quiet and guarded. “Why?”

I continued, glaring at him with suspicion, “I think you're getting the math problems wrong on purpose because you're bored and you hate math.” His expression went carefully blank. "I'm not admitting to anything without my lawyer present." "But I know how I can get you to concentrate." I crossed my arms, my grin widening. "All good tutors know the best way to get a student to learn something is to incentivize them." He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. "This will be fun to hear. Good luck convincing me to do anything I don't want to do." "I don't need luck," I said confidently, even though my heart was starting to race. "Because I have the perfect proposal."

They hadn't talked about him fetching her from class. "T–Taylor West!" the professor exclaimed. "It's you! I've seen your games! You're a great player! I'm a fan!" Okay, that surprised Charlie. She had no idea her teacher liked basketball. Taylor went straight to the professor and shook his hand. "Thank you for supporting Luxford Iron Pulse. Watch for us again in the next United Pro League season." "Will definitely!" the professor said before asking for a picture. Other students, especially the girls, wanted one too, but Taylor said, "We can take pictures after class. We don't want to disrupt the lecture."

“It bounced back. That’s not your fault.” “I just… feel guilty.” Tae Min studied him for a second. “Here,” he said gently. “I’ll teach you.” He picked up a ball and demonstrated slowly — bending his knees, lifting his arm, focusing forward. “It’s about balance,” he explained. “Bend your knees like this.” Haru copied him. “Then lift your arm.” “Like this?” “Yeah.” Haru held the ball awkwardly. “It’s heavy.” “You’ll get used to it.”

"I know tactical theory can be incredibly overwhelming for some players, especially when you're used to getting skated around in circles. If you ever need me to tutor you on basic positioning so you stop breaking your own goalie's ankles, just let me know. I'm happy to help the less experienced members of the squad." A collective gasp went through the room. One of the guys in the back row actually let out a loud, undisguised laugh. Saraya’s face turned a violent, humiliated shade of crimson, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of her desk until her knuckles turned white. She opened her mouth to snap back, but Professor Thomas slammed his textbook down. "That's enough. Let’s return to the b