The Hockey Player’s Secret Tutor

Talk to Nate

Lyra's POV

I feel like s**t, and I know I look like s**t as I have cried my heart out last night and finalized my plans. Not my eyes are puffy and red, and I can try what I want to my hair does not want to work with me today.

I grab an oversized t-shirt and jeans and put a baseball cap on my head. I cannot give a f**k how I look today. I have plans, and I need to set them in motion. Today I need to get Sebastian alone and talk to him. I know he is arrogant, but I have noticed something last night. When everyone was calling me Miss Piggy, Sebastian was not. He was the only one calling me by name. Maybe, just maybe, he will listen to me, as he is a very important part of my plan.

I walk into the kitchen, and my stupid brother Peter is sitting at the table with his cell phone. He is always on his phone. He is laughing at something on his phone, and I bet it is about what happened last night. He looks up as I walk in.

"You look even worse than you usually do. What the f**k is wrong with you? Don't tell me your little dream bubble burst. Did you really think that a guy like Nate would look at someone like you? I thought you were just going through a stage and would get over it, but you were a love-sick puppy when you looked at Nate. You even made me nauseous. Are you really going to leave the house like that?" Peter asks.

"What happened to us, Pete? We used to be best friends. We are twins after all," I ask.

It hurts every time my brother talks to me like I am not his sister and just a girl he can bully. Isn't it enough that I get bullied at school? Why do I have to take it from my family as well?

Well, I will show them! All of them. If only my plan works. If Sebastian talks to me, it might just work, but how do I get him alone? He is always hanging out with his friends, and I know he is always aloof. It feels like he thinks he is better than everyone else.

"We grew up. Build a bridge and get the f**k over it," Peter says. It is no use talking to him. He looks up, and for one second, I can see my brother again. There is sympathy in his eyes as he looks at me. "Listen, Ly, why don't you talk to Nate. I am sure there was just a misunderstanding," He says. I have seen him read a text message, and I guess it is from Nate. Nate needs me to tutor him and to keep my mouth shut, as I know all his plans for the future. I am sure he wants to get close to me so he can control me again.

Not this time!

I am done being his "little Miss Piggy."

"Nate is your friend. You talk to him. He showed me his true colors last night, and he is a piece of s**t. If I were you, I would worry if he is using me as well. Besides, tell him to stay away from me, and I will not talk to him. He can go to hell, and if you want to follow, be my guest." I say. I am not the Lyra who will jump and try to please everyone with one friendly word or gesture.

"Geez, f*****g hell, what the f**k is wrong with you?" Peter says.

"I am done being everyone's floormat, and that includes you, Mom and Dad, as well," I say.

Peter gets up as a horn blows outside. It is his friends picking him up.

My father walks in, and I can see he looks worried. Then it hits me! He is about to lose his star player and the captain of his team. The Hockey team is nothing without Sebastian.

Hmm, this is my ticket to talk to Sebastian.

"What is wrong, Dad? You seemed worried," I ask.

"Well, nothing you can help with," My dad barks.

"Are you sure? I heard Seb is off the team if he does not get better grades." I say.

"And?" My father says.

"Ummm... Winner of the Harrington International Fellowship ..." I say, pointing to myself.

I see the light go on in my father's brain. "Will you help?"

"Yes, but you make sure I talk to Sebastian after school, in the gym, and Peter cannot know about it," I say.

"You do not want Nate to know you are helping Sebastian, do you? When are you going to lose that pathetic puppy-love for him and maybe look for someone that fits you better?" My father asks.

"Do you want my help or not?" I ask. I do not even bother answering my father. I wonder what kind will fit me better?

"Of course, but why do you want to talk to Sebastian? You do not have a thing for him as well, do you?" My father says.

"Dad, I am not that pathetic, you know. It seems you do not want my help. I will leave now," I say. I start walking away, but I am waiting for my father to say something, and I know he will.

"Okay, but what is in it for you?" He asks.

"That is between Sebastian and me. I will talk to him alone after school in your office. If he is not there, the deal is off," I say.

"I will make sure he is there, but you better not mess with my star player." My father says.

"Don't worry, he is not my type," I say sarcastically as I walk out. I smile as I see my father reflexion in the window. He is throwing as if he is wondering what the f**k is wrong with me.

Well, he and Peter were the first two to meet the new Lyra. The pathetic love-sick Miss Piggy is gone!

I grab an apple before I walk out. I am hungry as f**k, but from now on, I will eat healthy, although I am not a bloody rabbit. I think pigs like apples as well.

Today, I am also not taking the bus to school. I will walk. A little excersise have done no one harm.

Although halfway to school, I regret my decision and get on the bus. Oh well, one step at a time.

I get to school, and Nate is waiting for me at the gate. He is alone, and I know it is because he does not want his friends to hear how pathetic he is at begging me to forgive him.

"Lyra, honey, please listen. I want you to go to the school dance with me. I want the school to know that we are an item. I am sorry about the awful things I said and did last night. I was high," He says.

"Listen, asshole, when you tell a lie, stick to one. This is the fourth excuse for your behaviour last night. I am not interested in talking to you. Miss Piggy is done with you," I say as I walk past him. He wants to grab my arm again, but I give him one look, and his hands automatically go to his balls.

"You are nothing without me, Miss Piggy, and I will make your life a living hell!" He shouts as I walk away.

I smile. Oh, boy, is he wrong. It is going to be the other way around.