Money Talks______________________
"Who the fuck are you?" Sharp Eyes snaps, stepping back with a fixed stare that seems to pierce through me.
Fatty whispers something, her fat lips barely moving, but I catch it. "Could he be a teacher?"
Maybe it's her volume, or maybe I just have superhuman ears. Do I have superhuman ears? Sometimes I hear things others can't. Or maybe the vibrations under my feet are doing all the work. What am I even talking about? Focus, man. Back to the scene.
Nerdy shakes her head, her glasses catching the light as she sizes me up. "Nah, can't be. I've memorized every teacher's face so I can avoid them. Never seen him before."
I grin and spread my hands, trying to appear non-threatening—or at least convince them I'm harmless. "You're right. I'm no teacher—not officially, at least." I take a step forward, watching as they squint with suspicion. "I'm more of a fan. A fan of Yo-Lo."
