"What is this? A conspiracy?!" John Jenemy yelled in Thea's face. She flinched.
"Did what?" Billy could hear Thea's voice resonating from the house.
"Wrote this!"
"Wrote a song? What's wrong with that?"
"LISTEN to what you wrote; when you walk away, nothing more to say...hit 'em right between the eyes... You want to kill us?"
"No! It was just a song; someone's got to realize that here! Katherine?" Thea referred to John's wife. She said nothing. "I can't believe you looked through my notes!"
"Watch your tone-"
"Don't touch me. And...someone's at the door...bye! Ow!" Billy heard Thea cry out in pain.
"You listen to me, girl...we say when you go. Hear?" Billy and Bodie both sneaked a look inside, and saw Thea's blonde hair being roughly pulled by John's fat hand, his voice low and threatening. The girl's face was twisted with pain and fear.
"Y-Yes, Mr. Jenemy," Thea surrendered.
"Good," he released her and went into the next room, with Katherine following him, leaving Thea to get the front door. Billy suddenly lost his patience and, no longer watching, banged angrily on the door.
"Yes?" Thea asked as she opened the door. This was the first time Billy had seen her up close and took in her fair skin, blonde yet gold hair, piercing green eyes and light pink, soft-looking lips. She had just the right curve on her body and her breast, nicely rounded, fit her body perfectly. "Oh."
"Oh? What kind of greeting is that?" Bodie smiled as he said that.
"Do you want John and Katherine?" She tapped her foot impatiently.
"Yeah, but just John. Get him and tell him it's Billy and to get his money and bring it to the door. Now," Billy ordered.
"And why can't you ask him yourself?" Thea glared, but then John appeared behind her and she winced.
"Here, Billy...sorry about my late fees, and be sure to mention tat to Bones," John's hands were shaking as he handed over the money to Billy, which he began counting. Thea frowned; she had never seen John this...fearful before. Billy noticed and smirked, laughing in his head at how naive she was.
He sighed. "You know, I'm really gettin' tired of always waiting on your ass," Billy cocked his head to the side. "You wouldn't really want me and my gang chasing ya, now would you?"
"Of course not," John replied quickly. Billy enjoyed seeing people panicked like this; it made him feel powerful. "My apologies. Now, we were just leaving the house...Thea, you have the keys?"
"Yeah, right- dammit!" Just as she pulled out the keys, they slipped from her hand and onto Billy's boot. He made no move to pick it up, and Thea glared at him once again. Just then, they both suddenly leaned down to snatch the keys, but instead slammed both their heads in the process. They both retaliated, and then Bodie gingerly grabbed the keys, making Billy and Thea look stupid. Thea held out her hand and Bodie dropped the keys in.
"Sorry. Thanks."
"Fine, but please at least try not to make it a habit?"
"Yeah; Jesus Christ, self control?" Billy muttered.
Thea's face turned red but she nodded. Why does Billy make me so fucking awkward? She was never clumsy.
THEA POV
I sat in my chair that was annoyingly attached to my desk, trying to get over the humiliating scene this morning before John drove me to school. Late.
So bald-boy is Billy. Yes, it was true- I didn't know Billy's name before. I took a deep breath.
Yeah, that was it. Run, go through, and think about, all the facts, everything I knew for sure.
John is a son of a bitch.
Katherine is a fake-feeling kind of person. You think she's okay, but then never come to your side. Pretends she cares. God, her voice drives me INSANE! Also a bitch, looking through my notes. I am so glad she wasn't my actual mother.
Mom.
My mom died when I was born, while my dad and I (only the two of us- forever!) were the closest people anyone would ever meet. Two peas in a pod. I loved my dad; he loved me. Until he died in a car crash going to work. Instantly, though, with no pain.
When I was 10, he dies. Then, I went from foster home to foster home. My record time in a foster home was 7 months. Shortest time- one night.
I also used to have nightmares of my other foster homes. The Baks, where I was raped once and then ran away. The Sowrs, when I was beat, along with their other two kids. The Rangerlies, verbally abused and always put down. The Gamglys, bullied, non-stop. Christionsons, raped once on the streets and then abused, verbally and physically. Then, they neglected me back to Social Services. Then, the Bajons. No-one talked to me there and I went two days without eating.
The bell rang, signaling the end of second period. With my schedule in hand, I left the main office, thinking about how the number of people who didn't want me ever stopped. Was I that bad?
My home here with the Jenemys was even another dead end. I had been at the foster house (or at least that was what I called it. It was like an orphanage, except most kids there were just waiting for their next foster home, if one ever came up.) for three weeks until I came here. It was my first day of school here, if you didn't count the tour I had during school hours the other day. Okay. Period 3, English. Shit that was a double block- I hated English when it was period 3 and 4, right in the morning. Oh well.
Room 106. First floor. Okay. Got it.
"Okay, everyone ready?"
Double shit. As I arrived to class two minutes late I could already see she was an annoying, peppy, animated person. She had brown eyes, tan skin, and straight shoulder-length hair with her size being slightly overweight. I awkwardly waited in the doorway.
"Yes?" She stopped mid-sentence and everyone turned to look at me.
"Um...I'm the new student...? Th-"
"Theadore, oh yes! Come in, we're-"
"It's Thea. Just Thea, thanks," I interrupted; I hated my real name, Theadore.
"Okay, Thea it is. Have a seat in the back, next to Joseph. We'll be doing partners this year, and you'll be his. I'm Miss Cusak, by the way," She said.
I didn't look up to see my new partner, I didn't care. I also didn't look up from the floor on my way back to see who was staring at me. But, eventually I had to when I arrived at my desk.
Oh my fucking god. It was Asshole. Asshole was my partner! Brown, disheveled hair and brown, hard eyes accommodated his face. He was sunken down in his seat, but sat up and smirked widely as he saw me.
"Well, hel-lo there," Joseph drawled, dragging out the two syllables.
"You? Jesus shit," I stared at him. "Fuck," I whispered, but he still heard.
"So, it's Thea, right?" His eyes laughed at me in a totally haha-in-your-face way.
"Yes, Joseph," I sneered back, my shock fading. He corrected me, telling me to call him Joe. "Ah, so I'm not the only one who doesn't like their name, huh?" Joe laughed quietly in response and we both turned toward the board. With my eyes trained forward, I asked; "What are we doing?"
"I have no idea-"
"Joseph Darley!" Cusak swung around from the board.
"Darley...so that's your last name," he heard my comment.
"Are you talking in my class? That's a 'see-me-after-class'! And Theadore," so much for Thea was it too much to ask? "You too."
I was worried. I was only my first day, after all and this was how it started? After a class consisting of material I already knew, Joe and I approached Cusak. She began speaking, "Joseph, considering how low your grades are in my class, and Theodore, considering how I want to learn how well you will work with Joseph, you will be doing a five-page report on anything you wish. But, it must be in correct format for citations; MLA style. It's due...in one week, I suppose, which would be June 10th. No ifs, ands, or buts. Now goodbye. Have a nice day!" she chirped after us.
We stood in the hall, dumbfounded, with our late excuses in hand. "Okay, see you..." Joe turned to leave. I had a feeling I would be seeing him later, and I did. Period 7, the second-to-last period of the day. At the dreaded lunch.
It wasn't that I gave a shit about where I sat and finding a seat in a sea of unknown people. It was the stares that got to me...and a little claustrophobia. With the loud noises put on to that, it was too much, so I immediately headed outside. There was an empty table outside so as soon as I grabbed...whatever...the...food?...was supposed to be, I headed over. My lunch looked like a combination of green shit, stale bread, and ultra dry meat put together to make some kind of...sandwich. Ugh. I pushed it around on my tray.
"So we meet again, huh?" I jumped out of my seat, only to realize it was Joe. "A little jumpy today?" He sat next to me, but I pushed away and slid down the bench, not liking to be touched. Besides, I was still dreading the inevitable time when I would have to return to the Jenemys.
"Yeah, a little."
"Do you want me to go or something? You were just sitting here alone, so I decided to abandon my usual smoke to keep you company," Joe said, digging into his share of lunch shit. I didn't bother to ask what he smoked. It was just another reminder of how...unsafe the people were that I was already leaning towards.
