Money talks.

I approach them slowly as if I were a cat trying to catch a mouse.

"Who the fuck are you?" says Sharp Eyes, stepping back and a fix stare.

"Could he be a teacher?" Fatty whispers but maybe her fat lips give it away. I can hear from them from this distance.

Or maybe it's my superhuman ears. Do I have superhuman ears? Maybe. Sometimes I can hear something normal people can't. They're coming under my feet.

What am I talking about? Anyway, back to the silly scene.

Nerdy shakes her head, "Can't be, I've never seen him. You know I've remembered every teacher's face so I can avoid them anywhere."

I smile and sprawl my hand, to assure them I'm not a threat or at least try to make them believe that, "you're right, I'm no teacher--not that high at least." They squint their eyes as I continue, "Rather, I'm a big fan of Yo-Lo."

Fatty gasps as her small eyes extend limitedly, "Oh my gosh, already? I don't know we're a popular team now. Do you think it's because we won our last tournament?"