Calculus went by quickly and Teresa and Gerard walked off to find the others. They saw them sitting on the steps by the flagpole.
"Hey guys," Teresa said with a small smile.
"Hey. You don't look too happy," Mikey said.
"No shit Mikey I've got a bitch pretending to be me and a perverted fuck pretending to be Gerard. How would you feel if you were in my situation?"
"Well for one I wouldn't date Gerard. That, Teresa my love, would be incest, and it is frowned down upon by most societies."
Teresa sighed and went to sit by Frank. She had just noticed that he was bouncing up and down and had a huge smile on his face.
"Frank what the hell is wrong with you?" she asked.
"I'm hyper! I'm hyper! I'm hyper! I'm hyper!"
"What did you have?!"
"I had a monster! A moooonsstterrrr!!!"
"Oh my God," Teresa said as she slapped her forehead.
"Hey Teresa Hey Teresa Hey Teresa!"
"What?"
"You're pretty," Frank said with a smile as he kissed her cheek and jumped up when he saw the look on Gerard’s face.
"Bob?" Gerard asked, not needing further description.
"Yeah, I'll get him," Bob said happily.
Bob chased Frank to the dumpster and Frank screamed.
"No! Noooo! I'll throw myself in just please not you!" he shouted as he dived into the dumpster. Teresa couldn't help but laugh. She just didn't think she'd laugh so hard and was surprised to realize she was scrunched up on the ground. Gerard saw her and laughed just as hard, barely able to stand up. When they were finally able to calm down, the bell rang and it was time for art.
The good laugh didn't prevent Teresa from wanting to tear Stacey and Kevin to shreds, but it was a good break. She felt better after watching Frankie spaz, and knowing that lunch was coming pretty soon made her feel in an even better mood. A large smile spread across her face. As soon as she walked into the room Mr. Hawthorne knew something was wrong, it wasn't often when Teresa's smile looked so menacing.
"Now Teresa how much trouble do you plan on getting into your first day back?" he asked as she walked by him holding Gerard's hand.
"Not enough. What I plan on doing is no where near good enough for what these people deserve Mr. Hawthorne." Her smile began turning into a smirk.
"What people? What's going on?"
"I just hate people that try to be something they're not to get what they want and pretend to understand. In short, fakes. And today will be the worst day of their lives," she said in a practical voice.
"Teresa, with all of the trouble you get into I'm surprised you're getting a scholarship," Mr. Hawthorne laughed.
"You're not gonna try to stop me from ripping them to pieces or anything?"
"Nope."
"What? Really? Can't you lose your job if you don't tell someone?"
"Tell someone what?" he said as he winked. Teresa smirked and went to her seat.
"He treats you well," Gerard laughed.
"Yeah well, him and Joyce are like my parents around here."
"I noticed that when I first met you sugar," he laughed. Teresa smiled and got up to grab paint, a canvas, and paintbrushes for Gerard and herself.
As the period went by Teresa was able to finish her painting as she talked to Gerard about whether Hellboy would stand a chance against the three hundred Spartans or not. (For those of you who don't know, Gerard is really into comic books and I know that he happens to have read both of those so don't think that's totally random I just thought I'd use it in here.) Mr. Hawthorne walked by and stared at Teresa's painting.
"You're really angry about all of this aren't you?"
"What gave it away? The blood on the ground or the fact that there's a shadow of a person holding a meat cleaver and two dead bodies?" Mr. Hawthorne laughed and patted Teresa on the head.
"You're a very interesting girl...Go to your next class," He said with a small laugh as he walked away.
