Tutoring The Player Novels & Stories

he finally says out of breath. "Well, that was a really boring briefing," I say folding my arms across my chest. "Anyways, who's going to be my student?" I say with a frown on my face. "Um, we pick our students," Magner says. "Yup," Geneva says popping the 'p'. "Here's how we do it," Kenji stands up from his seat. "The names of the students are each written down on a piece of paper and rolled. We put the paper in a box and we each get to pick. Whichever paper you pick is the student you get to tutor," he explains.

“Alternative?” “A retake.” Relief loosens the knot in my chest. “Seriously?” He nods once. “You’ll have one week to prepare. However, there’s a condition.” Of course there is. “You’ll work with a tutor,” he says. I shrug. That’s manageable. “Fine with me.” He pulls another paper from the stack and writes something down. “I’ve already assigned one.” Something in his tone makes the back of my neck itch. “Who?” I ask.

The girl said through her teeth. “I can tutor you,” I said, staring between them all. They all looked at me with shocked expressions. “What?” The girl asked. “I can tutor you,” I repeated. “I have some time around 4 pm. We can go to the library and study before dinner.” “Are you sure?” The football player asked, raising his brows. “Hey, wait... aren’t you Brody’s friend?” I nodded. “Yes, I am,” I answer. “And yes, I’m sure. I’d like to help you however I can.”

“You have so much space here, Gavin. It’s so big—you could accommodate another house and even a garden.” Keira stood against the railings, slowly raising one leg and brushing it against her thigh. Instantly, I looked away to Coach. He seemed very happy to have finally found a tutor. “She’s been tutoring math for over five years and will be helping you. You’ve got barely two weeks until the makeup test, right?” he asked, cracking his knuckles. Clearing my throat, I answered, “Yes, Coach.” Coach glanced at his wristwatch, his eyebrows furrowing. “I need to leave now.”

" She quickly corrected herself, and I smiled. "Good girl, it seems you are a fast learner then, let's see what you got, my trainee." I muttered with a mischievous smile. I picked up the home player controller and increased the volume. "Step one. Let the music be your guide. Now stand on your feet." I ordered with a Stern voice.

Smart decision. Gerald McLaren, another top bad boy on the peer tutoring list. He's a decent basketball player but has the brains of a sheep. He was never an academic genius. I've tutored him the last two years in a row. He was kind and didn't smoke a joint around me like Matthew Harrison did. Tutoring is not my passion, but it certainly looks good on college transcripts. Out of all the peer tutoring partners, I can pick the one I don't want is the Green Knight, Mr. Jeremy Davis himself. He'd made me feel even worse than I do now.

Luke interrupted, a frustrated edge laced to his voice, “Will you please stop beating around the bush and tell me whatever it is you want to tell me.?” “Alright, the academic advisor has decided that you will be having tutoring sessions with the new basketball star player, Liam Fox.” Luke paused, then blinked twice. “What did you say?” “Liam Fox has been declining in math class and as a student with academic excellence in our school, you're to be having tutoring sessions with him.” Professor Malik repeated. Luke's hands turned into fists under the table as he absorbed the news. That motherfucking asshole!

His muscles jumped under my palm like it had been shocked. He stepped back, breath hitching. “I’ll tutor you. One last time.” It was a request. “Yes, Sir.” My pussy soaked through my panties instantly

I thought inwardly. “I have decided I am going to help the student with the lowest score,” Jesse started, his voice marked with unexpected excitement. Was this funny to him? He turned to my direction. “So I have decided to take Miss Tamara here on extra and private tutoring for free because of her low score and inability to cope and catch up.”

"And what kind of assignment would that be?" Marshall sighed, rubbing his temples. "We have a situation with a student who offers Advanced Statistics. His current grade is… abysmal. If he fails the upcoming finals, he faces academic suspension. Which means he’s barred from playing." I blinked. "Okay? With all due respect, Dr. Marshall, the peer tutoring center is open from nine to five every day. I'm sure one of the juniors could—" "The athletic board requested a senior," Marshall interrupted smoothly. "Someone who's exceptionally brilliant, won't get distracted by who this student is, and who has the spine to actually make him study. I told them you were the only choice."