While the rest of the class is watching, obviously tense, I'm just sitting in my seat and waiting for the bell to ring. I have no interest in the disputes of the local power players. I'm just here to keep my head down and blend in.

I sit patiently, tapping my finger on the desk while keeping an eye on the room, as per my habit. I can still see and hear what's going on, but anything that isn't a direct threat to me is just background noise. Though strangely, not much longer after the student has grabbed Miss Stein by the arm, I hear an audible slap so sharp and loud, I instinctively reached for my side to return fire.
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At some point while I wasn't looking, Miss Stein seemed to turn the tables with a simple slap across the face, followed by a rapid fire assault of verbal abuse and lectures.

"Do you have any idea who I am?! Do you know how many people I know?! I have you for assault, and with plenty of witnesses to prove it; do you know what that means? That's a few weeks in the courtroom, getting the entire media focused on you, reporters at your door analyzing every embarrassing detail about your life, and your family's life; I'm sure they'll find plenty of things on your parents, if you're any indication of the home life. And then, just to top it off, I'll do everything in my power to get you behind bars for the rest of your sophomore year; I'll tell you right now, prison is not kind to prettyboy hot shots like you! So go on, grab me again and I'll take your money too!" I can tell by the confidence in her words that this isn't a desperate bluff or a misrepresentation of reality; she really does have the means to back up what she's saying. The assailants seem to pick up on it too.

"Alright, fine, we're going...Jesus..."
				
And thus, the border dispute between the Miss Stein and the bratty students in the back of the class reached a somewhat anti-climatic conclusion, resulting in the complete annihilation of the opposing side and the assimilation of their assets.
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After the three students left, Miss Stein looked at all the students that had been watching the dispute, "Well? What are you all looking at? Pack your things, class ends in a few minutes."

It's only after she's retaken her original seat that she finally lets out a sigh of relief.

"Impressive," I remark.

Miss Stein scoffs, "Please, I get more trouble from my employees. These high school brats are nothing."

After she says that, she appears to regret letting that particular information slip.
*fake_choice
	#Well, that caught my interest. I ask her about it
		*set asklucy true
		*if (male =true)
			*set lucy_stein -5
		*set lucyrelationship "Classmates"
		Miss Stein hand waves the question away, "It's nothing."

		"No, those high school brats are nothing. Owning a company seems rather significant."

		Miss Stein sighed, "Alright, so I may own a minor real estate company, and a couple law firms, and have a few detectives in my pocket. It's not as impressive as I make it sound."

		"I thought there was an age limit on when you could begin owning businesses, and people."

		"It's all in my dad's name, but in practice it's mine."

		"How?"
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		The bell rings before I can get any sort of answer out of her.

		"I'll tell you later, if you're really so interested." She said, before swiftly leaving the room.

		For the first time in a very long time, I get the sense I might not be the most dangerous person in the room.
		*page_break Lunch...
		*if ((male =true) or (third_incident =true))
			*goto_scene 1-9fightlunch-1
				Compared to how the class started, I'm able to get out with relatively little bother.

		*goto_scene 1-9lunch-1
			Compared to how the class started, I'm able to get out with relatively little bother.
	#That sounds like her business. I leave it be
		*set noasklucy true
		*set lucy_stein +10
		*set reflex -1
		*set lucyrelationship "Fond"
		We sit in complete silence for a while, in which Miss Stein seems to be expecting something, bracing herself, but shows almost relief when nothing happens.

		"You...really aren't going to ask, are you?"

		"No."

		"Huh...this is usually the point in which people ask a bunch of questions."

		"I have my own things to worry about."

		Miss Stein smiles, "Yea, seems that way..."

		Funnily enough, she seems more relaxed in that moment of silence than she did all class.
		*page_break Lunch...
						
							
		*if ((male =true) or (third_incident =true))
			*goto_scene 1-9fightlunch-1
				Compared to how the class started, I'm able to get out with relatively little bother.

		*goto_scene 1-9lunch-1
			Compared to how the class started, I'm able to get out with relatively little bother.