Seduction Lessons From The Hockey Captain

Stacy Forbes's Point Of View. "That's it, little one." I whispered, as I crouched down near the kitten and placed a piece of bread in front of her. "You must have been hungry," I gently ran my fingers through her dusty fur as she lowered her head and took a bite, letting out a quiet purr. A small smile tugged at my lips as I continued caressing her back, patiently keeping her company. All of a sudden, cold muddy water splashed all over me, soaking me from head to toe. The kitten immediately darted away in fright while I remained crouched there for a second, too stunned to process what had just happened. "Have you lost your mind?" I shouted, jumping to my feet and spotting a black car, not far away. I brushed my clothes with both hands, trying to wipe away the dirt, but it only made things worse. Frustration surged through me as I pushed my damp hair away from my face and glared at the car. To my utter disbelief, the driver's window rolled down a little and a hand appeared from inside, showing me the middle finger. Determined to give whoever was inside that car a piece of my mind, I looked at the license plate. I read the number aloud at first, and then repeated it in my head several times to make sure I would not forget it. I opened my bag and pulled out my water bottle. Then, I crouched down beside the puddle and dipped the bottle into the muddy water and filled it almost to the top. A grin spread across my face as I tightened the cap and glanced around for a way to catch up with that car. My gaze landed on a student riding a bicycle nearby. "Hey, can I borrow your bike for a minute?" I called out, waving one hand in the air to get his attention and as I hurried toward him. "It's an emergency," My eyebrows were drawn together in frustration, while with the muddy water covering my clothes and dirty, damp hair sticking to my face, I probably looked a little crazy at that moment. "Um, alright," He replied, raising his eyebrows as he took in my appearance. He stepped off the bicycle and handed me the handlebars. "You are Stacy Forbes, right? We are in the same class. "Thank you, l will return it soon, I promise," I said as I grabbed the handlebars before climbing onto the bicycle and pedaling as fast as I could, my eyes locked on the black car ahead. For the next few minutes, I followed the car through several streets, doing my best to keep up with its speed. Eventually, it turned into the parking lot of Greenfield Academy. I quickly hit the brakes and brought the bicycle to a halt near the entrance. My eyes moved across the parking lot, searching for the car, and a second later, I found the same black car with the exact same number plate I remembered. The driver's door swung open, and a boy climbed out of the car, spinning the car keys around his finger. I immediately narrowed my eyes at him as I climbed off the bicycle. I headed straight toward him, keeping my eyes fixed on him the entire time as I opened the cap of the bottle. My heart pounded with anticipation, as I reached out and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to face me. The moment our eyes met, I emptied the entire bottle over his face. A satisfied smile tugged at my lips as I watched the dirty water run down his face, soaking his hair. A second later, he wiped the dirty, muddy water away from his eyes and lifted his head. The moment I got a clear look at his face, the weight of what I had just done crashed into me all at once. The boy standing in front of me was Kian Carter, the captain of the hockey team and unfortunately, one of the biggest bullies. His expression remained calm, but the coldness in his dark eyes made my stomach growl in fear. Around us, the entire entrance fell into complete silence. Conversations stopped midway, footsteps slowed, and dozens of students stared at the scene with a stunned expression. My fingers trembled a little at my sides, but I quickly curled them into fists before anyone could notice and I forced myself to remain calm, keeping my chin up despite the panic settling inside my chest. Never in the history of Greenfield Academy had challenged or retaliated against Kian Carter, and yet I had just thrown muddy water directly into his face in front of half the school. Each and every student immediately moved aside and pulled out their phones to record whatever was about to happen next, as he walked towards me and forced me to tilt my head a little upward to maintain the eye contact. I should have walked away, but I stayed rooted to the spot, refusing to move even though my heartbeat pounded violently in my heart. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life," He said, his voice was calm, the kind of calm that came before destruction. Muddy water dripped slowly from his ruined perfectly styled hair onto the shoulders of his blazer while his eyes stayed locked onto mine without blinking. "That's interesting," I replied while tightening my grip around the strap of my bag. "I was about to say the same thing to you." I swallowed my own saliva and forced myself to respond, refusing to let him see even a fraction of the panic building inside me. "You think this is funny?" He asked, in a cold tone. The muscles in his jaw looked tensed almost instantly. "No," I answered immediately, forcing myself to hold his gaze even while panic coursed through my chest, "But I do think you deserved it. At least now you know how it feels." "What exactly is happening here?" Mrs. Greene screamed, pushing through the crowd with an irritation across her face. The moment students noticed her approaching, several immediately hid their phones while others hurried away pretending they had not been watching. I stepped back, pulling my eyes away. "Would either of you like to explain this situation?" She asked, her gaze shifted between the two of us while she crossed her arms tightly against her chest. "It was an accident," I said quickly before Kian could answer. My voice came out steadier than I expected. Mrs. Greene looked highly unconvinced as her eyes moved toward the muddy stains covering our blazer and hair. Beside me, Kian let out a humourless laugh under his breath, clearly not so amused by my obvious lie. He dragged a hand through his damp hair while shaking his head. "Whatever," Mrs. Greene ordered firmly as she looked between us again, sounding exhausted by the entire situation. "Go to your classes, immediately." The moment she stepped aside, I did not wait for another second and walked toward the academic building as quickly as possible without outright running. My chest still felt tight by the time I reached the girls' washroom. As soon as the door closed behind me, I gripped the edge of the sink tightly and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was still unable to believe I had actually thrown muddy water at Kian Carter in front of the entire school. "What the f**k, is wrong with you, Stacy?" I whispered to myself. I quickly turned on the faucet before wetting a paper towel and trying to clean the muddy stains from my uniform shirt. Greenfield Academy was not simply a school for me, It was my only chance of having a good future. My scholarship covered almost everything, and students like Kian Carter could destroy everything with a single rumor if they wanted to. I lowered my head for a moment, and let out a shaky breath. One could hear the whispers through the hallway, outside the washroom. After calming myself down a bit, I took a final look at myself in the mirror, fixed the collar of my blazer properly and gathered my books against my chest. The muddy stains on my shirt were still visible no matter how much I had tried cleaning them, but there was nothing more I could do about it now. I pushed open the washroom door and stepped back into the hallway. Students openly stared at me while I walked past them, few looked completely shocked, and few looked oddly impressed by what had happened outside. I kept my gaze forward and pretend that none of it bothered me even though there was a tornado of anxiety building inside my stomach with each and every passing second. The moment, I reached the classroom door things somehow became worse. Callie, Liam, and Tom immediately surrounded me before I could even make it to my seat. Their expressions ranged from amusement to disbelief. Nearby conversations slowly died, more students turned their attention toward us, a few phones were lifted again under their desks, ready to record whatever happened next. "Move," I said in a firm tone. I looked directly at the three of them standing in front of me, my patience was already in the stage of extinction after the morning I had endured. "Or what? Enjoy your final days at Greenfield, Forbes." Callie said, while examining her perfectly manicured nails. I stepped forward and shoved past all three of them hard enough to make Callie gasp in annoyance, my muddy blazer brushed directly against her pristine uniform sleeve. "Move or," I said, while forcing a tight smile onto my face, "I will make sure your uniforms end up looking exactly like mine." The amusement on Liam's face faded almost immediately while Callie stepped back in disbelief, clearly horrified by the possibility. Tom seemed curious. Before I could beamed in excitment, a familiar presence stood, behind me. I turned back and found Kian standing only a few feet away from me in a fresh set of Greenfield Academy uniform. His hair, appeared a little damp but clean. "I assume, you did all of this just to get my attention? Well then, congratulations, Forbes," He said, the corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest smirk while sliding one hand into the pocket of his trousers. "You finally got it. Now, let's see how well that works out for you."