Tutoring The Player Novels & Stories

I'm not a guy with no purpose or dreams and neither am I one to not know how to make things right for myself. "You have a sharp memory, I'd give you that. You just need someone to help you out. I recommend a part time tutor. I have a student, she's one of the best people taking my class. I'd give you her contacts. Meet her and explain yourself to her, you could tell her you are a request I'm making from her. She'd help coach you in Anatomy. She's easygoing and gentle, and that's what you need right now because I'm not going to slow down my teaching because of you, I have a target and other people to teach too. So help yourself." She said, looking at me.

"So Mr. Kings- we've always known you to be a straight A student but it has come to our notice that you've been failing in your English Lit class since you started your senior year." "You shouldn't allow one subject to bring down your perfect grade Mason." "Yes sir and I'm working towards doing better-" "That's what you've been saying Mr. Kings but I'm not seeing any commitment and that's why I had to bring it to the notice of your coach and principal." I used to think Flips was a laid back teacher.. now, she was just annoying. Dragging coach Briggs into this was something that she should've never done to me. This was betrayal. "That's why we've come to a decision. You'll be getting yourself

**Chapter 191: Mentorship** Brooks The young player’s name was Marcus. Eighteen, fresh out of juniors, eyes carrying the kind of quiet desperation I recognized too well. He stood by my truck in the emptying parking lot, twisting his stick tape between nervous fingers while the arena lights hummed overhead.

I knew from Matt that in the school, especially coach Grey, didn't tolerate his player laying down his studies. "You know, if you're having problems with some class I could tutor you." his eyes snapped up at mine and I blushed realizing what I just said. "If you want me to, I mean." "You would?" I smiled shyly. "Yeah, why not?" Nate grinned back, his whole face lightening up and a fluttering feeling churned my stomach. "That would be awesome." he breathed out and I nodded. "Thanks." "Don't mention it." I waved it off, but his smile widened and we went back to observe the game from afar, in a comfortable silence.

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."

I asked as I defended him and dodged an attack. "The whole thing. Fake dating her. Picking her up in the morning. Walking her to class." He paused. "That's not you doing someone a favour. You don't do favours. The Raid Bennett I know only takes, he doesn't give. So what's going on man?" "She's tutoring me." I simply replied. "Oh miss me with that Raid. You could get a tutor anywhere. So why her?” "She's good." I was so engrossed in the game, but I knew what he was talking about.

Jacob said. "Mr. Jacob...but...I- I have basketball match day after tomorrow," Ty tried to protest. "Day after tomorrow, you can take leave from combine study," Mr. Jacob said. "But I.." "No buts. And this would help you too, Tyler. You are doing this," Mr. Jacob said sternly. Ty nodded after a moment, biting down on his lips. I looked at Aaron and he was looking like a child who just got extra candies. His eyes were brighter than pearls and he had a wide smile on his lips. He might not have expected this when he chooses me to be his tutor.

There's never been a Plan B. "What if you change your mind? God forbid, what if you get injured and can't play again? You need something solid to get you into university." I swallow. "That's why I've been checking your classmates' performance. I think someone can help. You need tutoring, Mr. Dawson." "Okay. And who will my tutor be?" To be honest, I don't know a lot of people in my class. I don't even attend classes. "Miss Rhodes." The spit in my throat catches. I cough. "What?"

he retorted and I chuckled. "Can't my tutor be in a different team so that he can teach me some skills," I stated and he frowned defeated. He walked to me and quickly whispered, "I know what you I trying to do and you won't win." I gasped, he really does know me well. "It's gonna work," I giggled. "And you can watch Cody from there." "Okay, then let's keep this aside and practice shooting, dribbling and passing for today," she said and I groaned. I was really hoping to beating Gabriel.

How will I deal with this? “Trey.” He raised his head up and saw me. “Yes ma'am?” Stupid ass boy. “Your mum told me you're having issues with your grades and it's the reason you got transferred. Sure, you have a team and all and you're going to play hockey, but you also have to focus on your studies. If you'd like, I can get you a tutor.” “How about you be my tutor then? I know about you.” He eyed me, his eyes dipping down to my outfit then back up to my face. Why was he torturing me like this? At least put on a damn shirt?