Jawbreaker ❆ Tom Kaulitz

[ 04 ] Tutor Girl

   

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04. Tutor Girl
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I move in silence as Coach Hughes calls me off the ice, his eyes narrowed and voice booming from the entrance to the changing rooms. I quickly pull off my gloves and shove them into my pockets before pulling off my skates, slipping into a pair of Nikes.

                Coach says nothing as he storms through the changing room towards his office, hands clasped behind his back. I can't see what his face looks like as I walk behind him, but my best guess would be that I've pissed him the fuck off.

He opens the door to his office and holds his arm out towards the chair in front of the desk. I slink in carefully, dropping down on the seat with my legs splayed out in front of me. I finally get a good look at his face; his eyebrows are pulled together, his jaw tense.

He sinks into his own seat, staring at me across the desk, hands placed firmly on the edge. It seems like he's waiting for me to say something, but the moment I open my mouth, he begins to speak.

"Tom," He starts, his voice low and sturdy, "I've been speaking to some of your professors."

Shit. I already know where this is going. In an attempt to appear unfazed, I ask, "Yeah? Why's that?"

"To be completely honest with you, I'm concerned that you're focusing too hard on hockey and not enough on your classes."

I scratch restlessly at the nape of my neck, "What makes you say that?"

Tired of my facade, he slams one hand down on his desk, his eyes screwed shut, "You're missing lectures, Kaulitz."

                "Coach, I—"

                "Don't try to lie your way out of this. You think I don't see you out there while everyone else is in class?"

                "Right," I grind my teeth together.

                "You do realise that this is your future at risk here. I know you're smart, Tom," Coach sighs, "I'm just asking you to apply yourself."

"I know."

"If things don't improve soon, I can't let you continue playing."

"What?!" I lean forward on the edge of the chair, my jaw slack and eyes wide.

                I've only ever cared about doing two things in my life — and I always told myself that if I could stick to them, I'd be happy. Hockey and music. The two things I know for certain that I'm good at. The main reason I came to this school was because of what I heard about the Freezers. If the right person saw me playing, I wouldn't even need this fucking degree at all. But for now, it's my ticket.