Luncheon: Liam, Mr. Cabot, and Open
Liam wasn't sure why his dad even bothered. He arrived at the school with a sour look on his face and told Liam that this was a waste of time. He quickly made judgements about many of the other teachers and parents, viewing their nicer clothing as signs of a socioeconomic divide he wore as a chip on his shoulder. When it came to meeting the teachers, he let his thoughts be known and very clearly.
Some kids were meant for college and others weren't. Liam wasn't, in his mind. He argued with the English teacher, putting down the whole subject and saying it was pointless. He got into a tiff with the math teacher, telling them not to put ideas of college into Liam's head. College was for kids who didn't know how to work, he said. Liam sat silently the whole time, knowing that speaking up would get him an ass whooping.
By the time the luncheon came around, his father was the first there to 'claim' an area. He was a strong personality, alpha in the worst ways, and so he made his presence and his stand, daring any of the other werewolf parents to encroach upon it. None did and Liam was grateful when the subject turned to sports instead.
"God damn Brady," Mr. Cabot said, stabbing a piece of meat with his fork, "Blew a whole damn season. What sort of chump does that?" He shook his head and Liam sat with his chin on his hand, staring at the clock waiting for the hours to pass and for his dad to finally go. Today could not end soon enough.