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"The stock market is based on two principals. What are they?" Coach Finstock asked the class. Stiles glanced back to Apollo, the Argent rolling his eyes as he faked a yawn. "Yes, McCall you can go use the bathroom. Anybody else?" Coach asked, ignoring the wolf's raised hand. "No Coach, I know the answer." Scott told him with a frown. The Coach burst into laughter, only calming down when he saw the frown still on Scott's face. "Oh you're serious." "Yes risk and reward." Scott grinned. Apollo rose his eyebrows, shocked that Scott actually knew an answer for once. "Wow! Who are you, and what have you done to McCall?" Coach laughed wildly. "Don't answer that. I like you better. Does anybody have a quarter?" Coach asked the class. "Yep!" Stiles exclaimed, pulling one out of his pocket. However a condom went flying out of his jeans and landing in the center of the room. Apollo felt jealousy bubble in his chest, anger boiling for a reason he didn't know. "Stilinski, I think you, you dropped this." Coach handed it back to the boy. Apollo huffed angrily, throwing himself back in his seat. "What's wrong?" Scott asked the Argent softly. "Nothing." Apollo growled, a feral sound that made Scott furrow his eyebrows. "Dude are you okay?" "Danny! Risk or reward?" Coach asked the boy, Apollo turning his attention back to the teacher and ignoring his friend. "What's the reward?" Danny asked with a smile. "You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow." "It's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it Coach." Danny laughed lightly. "Apollo, hey what's up with you?" Stiles asked in a whisper, having noticed the boy's interaction with Scott. Suddenly Apollo stood, taking his book in his hand and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Argent! What the hell are you doing?" Coach asked. Apollo sighed, turning to Coach with a frown. "Listen Coach, my boyfriend's in the hospital real sick. I was gonna go see him, unless, you don't want me to be with my boyfriend?" Apollo rose an eyebrow, remembering how Scott tricked Coach the same way at the school dance. Coach Finstock sighed, realizing what the huntsman was doing. "Whatever Argent, get out of here."
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"I want one." Lydia stared down Aiden in the library, Allison and Apollo sharing a look. "Which one?" Allison asked. "Only one of them is straight Ally." Apollo sighed, staring down Ethan. "You should go for him," Lydia suggested, Allison laughing and quickly covering her mouth. "What?" Apollo glared, knowing Allison had never met Ethan and had no knowledge he and Apollo had ever met. "Oh nothing it's just obvious-" Allison stopped, shaking her head. "Never mind." "What?" Apollo and Lydia both pressed. "Nothing." "I'm sick of people not telling me things." Apollo hissed, standing and making his way over to the twins. "Thanks for the call Ethan, glad to know you aren't dead. You're just a dick." Apollo glared. "Pollo-" "Don't call me that." Apollo hissed at Ethan, Aiden by his side looking just as guilty. "I'm sorry Apollo." "God I hate you guys," Apollo sighed out, staring at his former best friend and lover. "You better not screw up Beacon." Apollo gave a small grin, the twins faces breaking out in smiles. "Don't count on it A."
