"The Bigger They Are, The Bigger They Are."

@graveyardmagic​

Coach Bobby Finstock realized that there was something he had been wanting to do for quite some time but he hadn’t the balls to do it. The moment that Jackson got the hell out of dodge, he decided to talk to Scott about taking over as team captain. Even though Bobby didn’t like  him all that much, but he’d give him a chance. 

Bursting down the hall as if he were in a fit of anger, he threw his hands up into the air. “You teenagers smell like the mixture of tuna and death” He immediately locked eyes with Scott. “MCCALL!” he said eerily. “WE NEED TO TALK!” his voice was suddenly loud and screaming. He wasn’t happy that he wasn’t responding, and so he grabbed the whistle around his neck and blew it loud as it echoed through the hall. 

@sarcasmizmyonlydefense​

Bobby Finstock was his name and in addition to being the school coach for the amazingly ridiculous lacrosse team at his school, taught one small class which he hated. Health. Why he had been placed in this class to teach it, he’d never even know. He felt sometimes like the high school hated him. And while he didn’t always like working with the teenagers he knew that there was always one that drove him nuts the most. Stiles Stilinski. 

Turning to walk to his Health class that Stiles had acted crazy in a few times, he walked inside scribbling some madness on the board as a bell ringer for students to walk into . The topic today was one that he didn’t want to cover whatsoever especially because he had the males in his class, most of them immature. He made sure that the desks were arranged in four straight rows so students would realize that this was really a class. 

As soon as students started arriving, he looked down at them all and then the late bell rang. In walked Stiles barely making it in. “STILINSKI HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO SHOW UP LATE TO MY CLASS?” He thrust his hand over to his seat. “NOW SIT!” Bobby began to pace as his hands moved through his thick curly hair. 

“Today is a topic that I need to bring up, unfortunately. Sometimes when a boy loves a girl or a boy loves a boy things happen between them. i could care less your preference.  Things that I don’t want to know about or even think about, let alone teach. The birds and the world’s finest bees folks. Lecture over, now work on your classwork for other classes. Unless they are any questions, and there had sure as hell better not be!” His tone was menacing and threatening as he peered right in Stile’s direction. 

@thenightmareofyourdrems​

If there was anything in Bobby’s world that drove him nuts besides working with the stinky hormonal as hell teenagers, it was his connection to Stiles Stilinski. At first he thought the kid was just awkward and slow but after a while he began to discover that there possibly was something more wrong with him. It was a secret that he was sure the administrators hadn’t told him. He was already aware of the ADHD, and tried to deal with that the best he could. 

Coach had wanted to be an example for Stiles, but it had been too difficult as the kid was literally everywhere. He wanted to talk to him today about something he had planned for the team as a surprise. He wanted to finally be able to take steps with Stiles in being less weirded out with the freak overall. He found him in the hallway near his locker and raised his hand and walked over towards him. 

“STILINSKI!!!” when he would answer he blew his whistle in three sharp blows. “DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW YOU FLUFFY  LITTLE FREAK?” Bobby’s voice seemed to grow louder no matter how he spoke to Stiles. “I need your assistance and as much as I hate to say it  at some points there are times when you have to stop being completely useless kid. Now come with me.” He turned on his heel not seeing him following. “NOW!!!” His voice blasted throughout the hallway as though he was on a megaphone without really having one. 

@offantasiesandfear​

Bobby Finstock had a lot of things on his mind, his budding pay increase for next year if only the team would make it to the championships and securing a spot for his players to practice. The school didn’t believe that it was important to work together to secure a field and had threatened to give it to the soccer players. It was a dangerous game that Bobby hated to play. 

Making an instant decision as to who would be team captain, he decided to confront him, but in front of the rest of the team. None of this had been decided just yet. He stood in the locker room and blew his whistle as loud as humanely possible three times quick. He turned to everyone. “Ladies, twinkle toes, and fairies. There comes a time in history when the team has to stop sucking, and I get the opportunity to appoint a leader. Despite whether this person deserves it or not, I’ve pulled a name from a hat and selected Jackson Whittemore. Congratulations, I’ll send you your reward in NEVER.” He turned towards the boy to see what he would say in response. 

@jeep-lover​

Bobby Finstock had a lot of things going through his mind lately, the very fact that Melissa McCall had called him for a date and he wasn’t sure how to tell Scott, which was exciting news. He knew he would rub it in his face. He needed to have the most perfect outfit to wear and not the gym teacher outfit that he also termed the ‘coach’ outfit.

He bounded down the hall, searching for Stiles. He wanted to get even with him for the little parking ticket that Sheriff Stilinski had given to him. He didn’t mind the Sheriff usually however this time he did. His payback would be with his kid and he knew that he would do what he could to really stick it to him. Bobby wasn’t the most professional person ever, or he would have known never to do things like this. 

“STILINSKI!” he yelled out as the boys were in the locker room. “There’s something we need to discuss. You are just like honey to the bees kid... honey to the bees” He knew that most of the time no one knew what was talking about. He approached him, “That means to move your ass and come into my office kid.”