"He's okay. He can be kind of dramatic."

"That I can picture. I was worried he'd broken something."

"He didn't actually dislocate his shoulder, so he's basically fine. Might need a week to recover completely. Has anyone found out why McCall...hulked out like that?"

"Nnnot really. He didn't seem to know, either, when I tried to ask," he lies again—better tell Scott about this so they can keep their stories straight. "He said he just got really angry at the taunting and the coach for some reason and... snapped."

"Should I talk to the coach? Most people just tune him out when he goes too far, but if Scott is going to be a problem, I'd rather fix it now."

"I'm not sure. He was actually pretty spooked he reacted that strongly, might be a good enough incentive, might not, if the coach could be a little bit less needlessly confrontational towards hormonal kids barely out of diapers it might help."

"Coach doesn't really understand how to talk to people. I'll do my best."

"Cool. Thanks."

So they sit, and experience calculus, as it was meant to be experienced: in high school, surrounded by bored classmates and a bored teacher.

Ade still enjoys calc and will answer questions the teacher may have it called upon (only snarking a little bit about it) and otherwise occasionally glance at the blackboard to see if anything interesting he doesn't know is being taught.

Does he understand how to differentiate using the chain rule?

Then he'll have to deal with his boredom until the end of class.

Yes, he will.

And then class ends.

What time is it?

Time for gender-segregated physical education. 

Yay, gender segregation, Ade's favorite type of segregation.

The gym teacher does not seem to find any flaws in this strategy.

He does approach Ade while the others set up the volleyball net. 

"New kid! When can I see you on the field?"

"I'm not sure! What do I need to do to be seen on the field? Do I need to, like, apply anywhere or...?"

"Show up after school and we'll have a special edition of tryouts."

"Will do!"

"Now get back there and help those morons put up that net. I see you slacking, Greenberg!"

And volleyball occurs. 

Volleyball does indeed occur.

My, how athletic this new kid is, isn't he.

Everyone is pretty impressed.

And then he has econ, with Mr. Finstock.

Econ! It is fun.

Well, it is class, but the subject is fun.

Mr. Finstock certainly enjoys teaching students about how incentives work, since they don't seem to respond to them properly.

Get your act together.  

After class, his future coach stops him.

"Do you have a lacrosse stick yet? You can borrow one today, but you'll need to buy one if you want to be on the team." 

"I don't, and alright, where do I find one to buy? ...and how expensive is it, exactly, if I may ask?"