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A/N – How will Flynn react to Student X's last post?

Chapter 19

Phoebus Mattioli

Student X here, now look who is being taken for a Ride-er? Didn't realise Flynn Ryder was into juniors…

I saw Flynn staring at his phone with a downcast fixation. He had been doing so for the last day, and I was starting to get tired of it very quickly. My hand darted out and swiped the phone from him, much to Flynn's dismay.

"I'm not giving you your phone back, mate. Not until you stop fixing on that Student X post. It's not normal."

"Neither is your behaviour sometimes, Phoebus."

"Woah! Easy Flynn. I don't recall seeing you having the sour pie this morning at breakfast. Dare I ask, but what were you doing at some Omega Delta rush thing? I mean, don't try and tell me you were invited- because I wasn't… Have you seen me?"

"I've also seen the middle Bimbette girl leave your room as well. Wonder if Student X wants to know about that? Or the time you streaked through the dorm? Or-"

"Alright!" I said. "I get it." I stood up quickly, looking around the courtyard. "It's ice hockey practice tonight – with a match against Dreamworks straight after."

Flynn perked up. "Me and Quasi will be there." He winked. "Rumour has it Nala and Esmeralda have a little display they're going to be putting on with the cheerleaders."

"No idea why that would be…" I mumbled before grabbing my bag and heading towards the main building.

Before I even had a chance to check my phone for texts and stuff, this girl was on my tail. "Hi there- Pocahontas, university paper. I wanted to ask you some questions about the sports programmes…"

I blinked rapidly at the tall girl with long black hair that billowed in the wind like she had five fans on her at all times. "Can you walk and talk?"

"I can walk, and talk, and write." She took out a notebook and started her interview. "So what is it like being the Student Games Captain? It must be a lot of responsibility organising all the games, practices and try-outs?"

It seemed like a bizarre direction to start her questions in, but I allowed it. "Sure. Clayton- I mean, Mr Porter, he always had me pinned for something big in the sports world. Being games captain with Mr Khan makes things ten times easier. He manages the hard stuff. I just make sure we have a competent team of players who are ready to play to their maximum potential and can choose from a range of different tactics and strategies to choose from at short notice."

"Sounds like you have it all planned out. Basketball and ice hockey is a pretty intense season – how do you cope with players who have spaces on both teams?"

We turned a corner and I noticed the cheerleading squad limbering up and going over their routine. It looked like it was going to be impressive, although I wasn't massively happy that Kristoff was both a part of the ice hockey team and the cheerleading team. Sure, the kid had talent, but I wanted his head to be focused on the game and not his back flip somersaults.

"Phoebus?"

"No, not really. It is what it is," I replied coolly, knowing instantly it was the wrong thing to say based on her facial expression. "I should probably get going…"

"One more question," Pocahontas replied hastily, her pen pressing sharply into her notebook as she braced herself to ask the question. "Do you think Student X aids or hinders the D.U's chances in championing the league tables?"

I froze.

What kind of a question is that?

I rolled my eyes. "Look – I'll give you an exclusive. I don't care about Student X or what they have to say. They could paint the walls blue for all I care, it doesn't change a thing. Student X is just some kid who wants attention for whatever remedial thing he's decided is worth commenting on!" I lashed out, kicking a bin over in the anger of it.

Student X had painted me in a particular light – but what for, I couldn't have told you. It was beginning to take its toll. Even the girls were looking done their noses at me because they thought I would only go for the Bimbettes.

Which wasn't the case, ever. I'm a naturally flirty kind of guy. I would chat to any girl, no matter who they were. Being friendly gets you further in life.

"Phoebus?" Pocahontas was still standing there with her notebook in hand. "You're pretty rattled by Student X – have you ever thought about trying to work out who the student behind the x is?"

"Never. Not in a million years. I'm not like that Wendy Darling who decided to play detective. If Student X wants to drag our names through the dirt, then let them."

"Them?"

"Yes... Sorry, but I got to get moving. There's a game I need to prepare for."

Pocahontas' mouth twitched at one corner. "Well I'll be reporting on the game so best of luck." She smiled slightly before turning away.

"English student... Clearly."

-o-

I was sat down on the bench in the locker room, with Adam "the Beast" and John Smith – both of them were trying to calm me down due to Kristoff being a no-show.

Adam put a hand on my shoulder. "Look Pheebs- it'll be fine. Björgman will be here any second now. He's probably just nervous about our first big game. It's against the Dreamy bunch so it'll be a piece of cake if everyone stays in formation."

I grabbed my boots and knew that I couldn't just sharpen them again – I had already done it and I didn't want to blunt the blade.

John nodded. "Of course... Come on, let's get out onto the ice and see what the crowds are like." He elbowed me in the side.

Together, the three of us went out to the rink. The crowds were thick and heavy – with our university mascot Mickey skating around to get the crowd hyped. As soon as the crowd saw us skating onto the ice, they screamed and cheered. This was going to be a good game, and I was not going to let Student X take any cheap shots at me.

Not this time.

Th match was exhilarating and I wasn't surprised by the success of the team, and I also wasn't guilty of benching Kristoff. Except, when I was watching the crowd and the bench, he seemed nervous and like he couldn't focus. At one point, I saw him stand up so I came to an abrupt stop, during the game.

"What are you playing at Björgman?!" I shouted, before someone slammed into me.

I was thrown across the ice, slamming the side of my head hard on the cold and slippery surface. It was enough to make my head spin uncontrollably. My eyes rolled back in their sockets as the echoing shouts of the other teammates were calling out to me.

"Phoebus! Can you hear me? Back off everyone- give him some air!" I heard a woman call out.

Through my helmet, I could see her leaning over me. Her dark and thick hair falling down in front of her shoulders. She was wearing an outfit that looked like the cheerleader squad's ones, but she had an additional purple scarf to try and keep her hair looking neater.

"It's you..." I murmured.

"Okay, okay- hold on Phoebus... How lucky am I? First aid trained and captaining the cheerleader squad. Well, it's going to be fine. We're going to get you out of this, okay?"

That was all I could remember, but I woke up in the hospital around the corner from the D.U campus. My chest and head was pulsating with an immense pain. There was a small vase of flowers and a note with them on the bedside table on my right.

I leant forwards to read the note.

Student X is watching you – look out Phoebus, because some secrets don't stay buried...

Thoughts from AspiringWriterGirl = So Student X is getting a little cocky and showing themselves up a little more – what will they do next?