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🕑 Added 2024-08-03 17:00:24 +0000 UTCHunter, Don't Shoot My Friend
Chapter 009: A Job Offer
"Huh?"
"Bloody?"
Scott and Stiles were stunned when they heard Ethan talking about the derailed train incident, about which Stiles had claimed there was a specific cover-up.
"Well, I was there. I don't want to make things up, but I was present when the massacre happened." Ethan added a lot of drama to his subtle explanation and pointed out, "From what I heard, there were suicide bombers on the train, and they exploded over some ridiculous idea about climate change."
"That's incredible!" Scott didn't know who the man in front of him was, but he was fascinated by his voice, which sounded quite sincere.
Stiles looked at his friend as if he had left his brain at home and said, "He didn't really mean that."
"I get it. Young people your age are just tooting their own horns, thinking about girls, and having strange fetishes like gore." Ethan didn't want to criticize the lives of perhaps his future students; he would be a teacher everyone hated if that were the case.
Maybe he would opt to be the cool teacher, but when it came to exams, he would be the devil himself. Attendance should be worth forty percent, and the exam should be worth sixty percent.
All students hate doing their homework. If it were like in South Korea, where they have activities until late, maybe homework wouldn't exist, but unfortunately, they were a bit behind in teaching methods.
That wasn't the worst part. He knew that in the future, everyone would listen to the words of an idiot who claims to make millions but, in the end, ends up stealing videos from an Arab sheik.
"In any case, do you study or work?" Ethan asked while taking a special pill, not to say a drug, to relieve his headache.
"Is that legal?" Scott was a minor, so he didn't know if it was possible to work at his age, although he really only worked part-time shifts.
Stiles, who was ordering food, replied, "We study."
"Well, my gardener has been working very long hours, so I was wondering if either of you wanted to earn some extra dollars." Ethan knew he needed more workers, so it would be a good idea to get some students.
Who would care about child labor in this town?
Scott was about to decline because it was a very strange request. To be honest, they barely knew this man and didn't really believe his best friend would be interested in going.
"I'm interested." Stiles wanted to know more about it.
"His dad is a cop," Scott said abruptly, at the same time his careless friend mentioned his interest.
Ethan looked strangely at this pair of friends, reconsidering once more whether choosing them was a good idea. "I'm a teacher. I have a sister in the secret service, but I think she hates me, so I won't talk about that crazy bitch."
"Crazy bitch?" Scott thought the man in front of him was using illicit substances.
But Stiles quickly asked, "Your sister hates you?"
"Yes, I think she once tried to shoot me, but a long time ago I forgave her for that." Ethan had a confrontation with his sister, who ended up shooting him in the chest with her gun. She clearly had intentions to kill him, but he didn't give her the chance and just let her vent her frustration.
It was a difficult relationship to understand with his sister, but he didn't blame her.
But knowing there were still things to consider, he looked at the pair of friends and said, "I'll be the history teacher at the high school in this town. I hope you become my students."
As he was about to leave, Stiles, who was most interested in the job, asked, "Can you show us what we would be working on if we agreed to help you?"
"I already have a job," Scott said, wanting to get out of this conversation.
Stiles, of course, wouldn't let Scott leave him alone, so he said, "Maybe the pay is much better."
"I don't think so."
"Just go along with it. We haven't done anything interesting in the past week, so maybe we'll find something interesting to do, and we shouldn't let this opportunity pass." Stiles pleaded with his friend, who reluctantly agreed.
Ethan, who had paid the bill for everyone, said, "Then let's go. I think you'll like the place."
