Confusion

Three of the girls look at you in horror, the fourth simply stares in mild surprise, a nasty smile quirking the corners of her mouth. She turns and confronts you, her hands on her hips, tossing her head to flip her brown hair over one shoulder.

"If you're a maintenance guy you can get the fuck out of here," she says with a smirk. "Why don't you get out of here before I get you in trouble."

Her snotty attitude and smug sneer spur your irritation.

"I'm a teacher," you snap. "Mr. Watts. And I'll have your names ladies. Starting with you," you point at the brunette who threatened you. Her face registers shock and the sneer melts off her face.

"Oh my God, you're the new coach!" she babbles, looking thoroughly alarmed. "I didn't recognise you! I'm so sorry! I'm Valerie Cummins, I'm on the softball team, we all are. We're so happy you've come to coach us!" She tries for a grin of welcome but it wobbles with uncertainty. The other three look embarrassed and abashed, waiting for your response.