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The heavy slam of a textbook down onto a desk causes majority of the class to flinch, their attention now solely focused on the man at the front. "The stock market is based on two principles. What are they?"
Ophelia grins as she watches Coach eye each of his students with his usual attitude. It's obvious he doesn't want to be here. Or he just hates everyone enough so that he doesn't want to be here, specifically Greenberg. It took only the first day at the high school for Ophelia to quickly declare that Coach Bobby Finstock had become her favourite teacher. The reason is highly likely because of the way he loves to antagonise, and throw blunt, disdainful comments at his students. In a way, he reminds her of herself.
As Scott's hand raises, Coach briefly glances to him and waves his hand in dismissal, jumping to conclude that the boy couldn't possibly know the answer. "Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?"
The teenage werewolf ignores Ophelia's quiet giggles from next to him, not allowing his confident demeanour to falter. "Uh, no, Coach. I know the answer."
Hearing Coach break into hysterical laughter over Scott's assumed practical joke might be one of the best sights Ophelia has seen all damn year. The man wheezes for a few more seconds, before the laughter abruptly stops and the smile drops upon seeing how Scott's expression hasn't changed. "Oh, you're serious."
