The Hockey Player’s Secret Tutor

Why are you so nasty?

Lyra's POV

I walk into the house, and to my surprise, Peter is sitting at the kitchen table. There is a big bouquet of red roses and a chocolate cake on the table. I look confused at the calendar. It is not our birthdays, so what the hell is going on?

I walk past him to the fridge to get water. I am too tired to think about the cake. Chocolate cake is my favorite. I know I am sweating and still red in the face from running.

"What the hell happened to you? Did something chase you? Was it a dog?" Peter laughs.

"Who said something chased me?" I ask.

"Well, you are all sweaty and red in the face, we all know you will never run out of free will," Peter smiles.

"It has nothing to do with you," I say. I am about to walk to my room.

"Wait! Nate sent you these," Peter says, pointing at the roses and the cake.

"I am allergic to roses, and you can have the cake," I say.

"Ly, why are you so nasty with Nate? He and Victoria are not together. He was just fooling around the other night. Nothing really happened between them. Nate is a great guy, and I think he really likes you," Peter says.

I smile bitterly, so now Nate is using my brother to do his dirty work.

"Well, if he is such a great guy, why don't you date him since you are his little puppy now doing his dirty work. Besides, you are right, nothing happened between them except that they had s*x in Nate's room. Or was it an accident? Did he slip and fall out of his clothes and naked into Victoria's vigina?" I ask sarcastically.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?" Peter asks.

"There is nothing wrong with me. I am tired, Pete. I am tired of all of you thinking I am stupid and in love with Nate. I hate him! I want nothing to do with him! Tell him Miss Piggy is allergic to roses, chocolate cake, and his bullshit!" I say and walk to my room, but on my way to the room, my father calls me into his office.

I sigh. I am tired and want to go and rest my aching body. I am looking forward to a hot bath. I want to soak and let all the pain disappear from my legs.

I close the door behind me as I walk into my father's office. I know what he wants to know.

"Well? Did Seb agree that you tutor him?" He asks anxiously.

"Yes, Dad, he did, and we will study in your office every night, but you need to keep everyone away and let no one knows or else he may disagree again." I lie. I do not want my father to tell my brother. They are very close to each other, although my brother does not share my father's love for hockey and prefers football.

"Great. Ly, thank you for helping out," My father surprises me. My family does not say thank you often.

"No problem," I say as I get up and walk out to my room. I hear the front door open, and I spark for my room. I know it is my mother who is home, and I do not have time for her s**t right now. I do not want to hear about fashion and the other crap she likes to talk about. She does not like looking at me anyway.

Normally, I am the one who cooks, but from tonight that ain't going to happen. I will make a salad, and those who do not want to eat it can make their own food. Besides, I have a lot to do tonight.

As I get to my room, my phone pings.

"I am studying. You need to do ten push-ups and ten sit-ups." I know it is Seb, we have exchanged numbers.

"Are you nuts? I ran two miles today. My legs hurt." I reply.

"A deal is a deal."

"You are a tormentor."

"Do you think studying is fun for me?"

"No, but I said no to chocolate cake tonight. BTW, tell Nate to stop sending me roses and chocolate cake."

"He sent you roses and a chocolate cake? HAHAHAHA. Victoria was here trying to get me to forgive her."

"HAHAHAHA. Good luck."

"Sure, you cannot be my pretend girlfriend yet?"

"Nope. Go study. I am going to do my push-ups and sit-ups, then take a long, hot bath and study."

I put my phone on charge and go to do ten push-ups and ten sit-ups. I am someone who keeps my word. I am having trouble doing it, but I push through.

After the last sit-up, I fall back, my feet sit under the bed I used to hold my feet down while I do sit-ups. I do not think I can get up. Maybe I will just lie here and die.

I am glad Seb and I got to an understanding. From tomorrow, we are going to hit the books and the gym. I am not going to get on the scale. I do not want to see my weight, it always makes me feel depress then I eat more.

I get up slowly and get into a hot bath. I lie there for about an hour. I get out and get dressed in a sweat pants and T shirt. I sit down at my desk, open my books, and am just about to start studying when there is a knock on my door, and it flies open before I can even answer it.

"Yo, what are we eating tonight?" Peter asks.

"I am eating a salad. I had a lot of food at school today. So if you want something else, make it yourself!" I say.

"Ly, what is wrong with you? Seriously? I am hungry. Football practise was brutal today," Peter says.

"Then go make yourself something to eat. I am not stopping you. Close the door on your way out," I say.

"Where is Lyra? When is she going to cook?" I hear my father ask Peter as he walks down the hallway.

"She says she is not cooking tonight, we have to make something ourselves," Peter says.

"What is wrong with her?" I hear my mother asks.

"I don't know. I think she is heartbroken," Peter says. Their voices get softer as they move to the kitchen.

I smile. I do not care what they think. All I know is that I am done being everyone's doormat, and I am done doing everything for everyone without getting anything in return. I will survive the pain of exercise, and I can do without chocolate cake and unhealthy food.

I am ready to become a new Lyra, not only from the outside but also from the inside.