Tutoring The Player Novels & Stories

"I have no shame in admitting this, but Dean isn't the only one failing. I have always been a little envious of you, Hailey. All those As." I shifted. "You want a tutor? I am getting expelled. I might even be in more trouble than that. I am of no use to you right now." "Until I step in," he said, leaning closer. "I saw those texts. Plus, you know me. Whatever Dean can do, I can do it thrice over. Help me, and I will help you." I bit down on my lips. This... nothing about this felt right, but I couldn't bring myself to say no. He was admittedly the lesser evil.

"Mr. Cole, I know you are one of my brightest student and that's why am going to ask a favor of you. I mean, that's if you are up for it" My brow arched slightly trying to wrap my head around what she could be referring to. My grip tighten a little bit around the strap of my bag as I shifted from one foot to the next. "What favor Mrs?" "I know you have your hands full with practice and other studies but I could out in a few words with your coach if you are up for the job" "You have a job for me?" "Yes Mr. Cole" she paused and focus her full attention back at me. "I have a tutoring job for you actually. It will only require you to tutor this student during weekends and it won't interfere wit

She went round the side and stood at the edge of the far pitch in the December cold and she watched. He had fifteen players in front of him, boys with the particular physical awkwardness of the mid-teenage year, some of them already tall and not yet sure what to do with the height, and he was running a session on pressing, on reading the shape of the opponent before the ball arrived. She could hear his voice from where she stood, the clear version, the coaching voice, not the sharp Marcus voice but something distinctly his own, and she listened to it and watched

The coach, older, direct, with the expression of someone who asks questions because they want answers not conversation. “No,” she said quickly. “I’m his tutor.” He nodded slowly. “Good. Girlfriends distract. Tutors help.” He looked at her seriously. “Make sure you do help him. That scholarship matters to him more than most people realise.” “I assumed he could afford tuition,” Lilly said.

"He's playing like his shoes are glued to the floor." ​"He's throwing the game," Chad said, his voice dropping in shock. "Look at the scouts." ​Up in the baseline seats, three collegiate scouts from their target university were already whispering, shaking their heads and scribbling furious, negative notes on their clipboards. The Oakridge coach was pacing the sidelines, his face turning a dangerous shade of purple as he screamed, "Weller! Get your head in the game! What are you doing?!"

He kissed my head and packed up his stuff, leaving the room reluctantly. As the door closed behind him the teacher started to pack up some papers while mumbling. "As you know there's an exam coming up soon." I nod and respond with a yes, knowing he hadn't seen when I nodded. He looked up from the stack of papers. " We need someone to tutor this student who has been a little behind and I believe you're the perfect one for the job. I would have given it to Kaleb, however he is training for the football finals."

He removed a book from the bag and placed it on the table, effectively shutting down the topic. I quietly removed my math text and notebook, along with a pen and pencil. I raised an eyebrow motioning for him to remove a pen or pencil, he scowled but took out a pen only to find it not working. I blew a breath of exasperation and handed over my pen. "So where do we start with?" I asked, trying to make a conversation. He shrugged. "You are the tutor." I sighed. This is going to be long tutoring lesson. - .

When he heard my question, he rubbed the back of his head gently and looked at me with babyish eyes. ”Twenty four" he answered and I believe him. He looked very young to be sincere and he was very handsome. However, I didn't let his cuteness get to NY head because I don't want the tutor and student relationship and in the end, he would leave me for a more mature woman. ”Oh, no wonder you're single and miserable. I don't want your life. Tutoring and interfering in a teenage girl's life! ” I uttered with an eye roll and walked out of the car.

“Private tutoring sessions. With me. Intensive work on your writing, your analysis, and most especially… your discipline.” The way he said “discipline” made something stir low in my stomach. I met his eyes again. The tension from last week was back, even stronger now. “What kind of tutoring?” I asked, even though I already had a feeling. He didn’t smile, but his gaze got heavier. “The kind where you learn to follow instructions. Where you earn your grade properly. Where you understand that actions have consequences.” My cock twitched in my jeans. I shifted in the chair, trying to hide it.

Football is my life, it's the only other thing I'm great at. “Yes I know, Mrs. Gray, but you're just gonna have to trust me, I'm working on it." I replied. "Well you're not working on it hard enough, I found you a tutor. Jake is going to help you get your grades up, you're going to be studying with him until I see improvements." “Who’s Jake?” She pointed behind me and I spun. He was a short, odd dude with pudgy arms and an awkward smile. Oh hell no.