Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Tuesday | Period 4
So. Teaching.
When the Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles students arrived for class today, they would find their teacher ungodly attractive standing at the front of the room, clad in an expensive suit with his ankle tracker left deliberately visible on the outside of his pants. Some might argue that that would hurt his credibility as a teacher. Neal saw it differently.
“Welcome to Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles,” he said once everyone was seated. “I’m going to be upfront with you and tell you that teaching isn’t something I ever planned to be doing. But you’re here and I’m here, and it’s my job to teach you all a little something about being wily and persuasive – and most of all, successful.”
“But first,” he continued, “I’m going to challenge you all. A lot of teachers might have you introduce yourselves on the first day. I want you to bullshit me.” He doubted this was the kind of school where he could come under fire for using bad language, but if it was, it wasn’t like he’d ever gotten a high school diploma or sufficient experience in a high school environment to teach him that. “Introduce yourselves and try to convince me you’re someone else. Your classmates and I will be free to ask you questions to try and trip you up. Starting now.”
He pointed at someone, then gestured to the front of the room and took a seat on top of an empty desk in the first row. “Go.”

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Not only did Kenzi have a class in one of her favorite things, but the teacher was a bonafide hottie.
She was starting to love this place.
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Of course, in her perusal of his fine, fine suit, she couldn't help noticing the little blinking tracker. Intriguing.
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He didn't play for that team and besides, he thought he was the hotter one (of course he did). But hey, the teacher was gonna let them bullshit their way through class so Nathan decided Professor Caffrey didn't need to be hot to keep his attention. Anyone that let him talk for the hell of it was good with him.
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It would be bad. He was even cuter than the guy yesterday.
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Why was she staring at the bracelet and not his hair? Right, on to fixing that.
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Kenzi shone with so much innocence she practically sparkled.
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"Seamus O'Sullivan, at your service," he said, giving Professor Caffrey a brief nod. Hey, at least he had the authentic accent, right? "This is me first time in a public school, sir. Back in Ireland, me mum had me enrolled in an Irish Catholic school and I must say, I never knew public school was like this."
Nathan could do wide eyed and amazed very well, thank you. He considered himself an excellent bullshitter.
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"Hi, I'm Aimee Bradley," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and smiling smugly at the group like she knew something they didn't. "Seventeen and a senior, recently of Fredericksburg. So far, I'm finding Fandom to be an excellent second home."
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He figured nonchalant would work best here since he had established himself on the quiet side on Saturday, which was already a lie in itself. New York seemed like the easiest place to go with since he already had Jersey going for him and that accent could work just as well in some of the boroughs.
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She was a decent liar, but -- maybe because half the class knew who she was anyhow -- somehow this didn't sound entirely sincere.
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"Tersa," she said shortly, keeping her eyes fixed on her desk. "Don't know how old I am, started at the beginning of the summer."
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She figured giving short, nondescript answers would help her get away with this at least for a few moments.
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"My name," Rinoa said, trying to sound official, above-it-all, and somewhat bored, "is Quistis Trepe. I was the headmaster for Balamb Garden, but I got sent here instead."
Did she sound like she had groupies and carried a whip? She wasn't sure.
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"I'm Duncan," Richie said. "Duncan MacLeod. Most people call me Mac." Start small, right?
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BUT. This was her dream class. With a dream teacher! Even if he had a tracker on him, poor guy.
"Soooo, do you need anyone to help you pass out tests? Perkily throw back easy questions to you during class? Suck up like it's going out of style?"
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