LUNCHTIME

A/N: sorry it's been awhile but now I've got a few more chappies typed up and I'll post them all tonight before I go off to pep band. Also, once again, every teacher and student in my story is real except Tom and Doug...and Meg. But Meg and Anna are real people, and they're authoresses on FFN too!!!! Read their stories!!! Meg is POTCgirl and Anna is ChibiConfettiQueen...okay enough with the plugs for my friends.... There really is a Tom Hanson in my school and you can imagine the confusion and paranoia officer hanson faces in this chapter...and I promise the dolls are coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

They didn't return to Spanish class, instead they sat in the theatre and talked until it was time for them to go upstairs for lunch.

"So what's up with these rumors I've been hearing about you Tommy?" Anna asked.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"Someone in my English class said that you went to prison for murder."

"Really?!" Meg asked with wide eyes.

"Maybe." Tom hinted.

"You've killed someone?!"

"What's it to ya?"

"I've never met a murderer before...how'd you do it?"

"Top secret." Tom said with a wink.

"I won't tell anyone." Meg insisted.

"Me neither." Tom said. The bell rang again and they got up from their seats. "Now where?"

"Lunch. Let's go." Meg said, grabbing Tom's hand and pulling him up. He obliged and followed the girls upstairs to the cafeteria. Some of the tables were already filled and the line was growing longer. Keira, Anna and Meg put their bags down on one on the perimeter of the room.

"Where's your brother?" Keira asked. Tom looked around for Doug and spotted him on the opposite side of the room by the ketchup dispensers, shoving around a scrawny looking kid.

"Over there..." He said, rushing towards him.

"You think you're funny you punk?!" Doug yelled, pushing the kid again.

"No! No! Doug! Stop!" Tom shouted. Keira put her hand on his arm to stop him.

"No, no no no no.....Leave him. That's Marcus Job (A/N: real kid. real ass.), whatever Doug does to him, trust me, he deserves it." she assured him.

"He's just a little kid!"

"He's our age Mr. Tough Guy. Just believe us, Marcus is the biggest ass in the entire world." Meg agreed.

"Yeah, now excuse me while I enjoy this." Keira added, crossing her arms and watching as a huge smile crossed her face.

"He's been in dire need of an ass-kicking for quite some time now." Anna said. "Keira did it once in eighth grade (A/N: true story!), but that was three years ago."

"You beat him up?" Tom said skeptically.

"Yeah. I threw a book at him."

"Mrs. Johnson was there and everything." Meg added.

"And she didn't do anything?"

"Nope. She laughed. Everyone here hates that kid."

"Now Meg, you know teachers can't hate." Keira said.

"Okay, well they dislike him with a passion then."

"He seems like the kind of kid who gets beat up a lot."

"Yeah, well..."

"So. Food?" Meg asked. "I'm starving."

"Hey look!" Anna exclaimed. "Root Beer milk again!"

(A/N: I got milk today, the carton was brown, so I figured, 'hey, chocolate milk. great.' I bring it to my table and open it and take a drink. And I taste an old melted rootbeer float. It's the second time that's happened to one of us this year. They don't warn us about the rootbeer milk. They spring it on us. We're like unsuspecting animals who don't know their water source has been poisoned with nastiness...buggers...)

They got their food and took their seats. Doug had stopped beating on Marcus for a minute and joined them.

"Man, I've got health class." He complained. "Sex Ed. Like we don't know it already. SpermEggBaby. Got it." He took a huge bite out of the unknown substance the cafeteria ladies claimed was food.

"It's better than potions class." Tom countered.

"Anything's better than potions class." Meg agreed. They all sighed together as the loud speaker came on and one of the secerataries made an announcement.

"Tom Hanson to the office please, Tom Hanson to the office. Thank you."

Tom and Doug, who had both just taken a drink of milk promptly spit it back out again. They frantically glanced at each other while the girls gave them strange looks.

"What's the matter?" Anna asked.

"Nothing." Tom coughed. "Nothing." he began nervously wiping up the milk off the table.

"Oh, don't worry about that. The janitors are used to this table being covered in liquid." Meg said. "Keira spews all the time."

"Shut up Meg." came Keira's warning.

"We call her Old Faithful." Anna added.

"Shut up Anna." Keira repeated.

"Say something funny while she's taking a drink and--" Meg made a motion with her hand.

"--Everywhere." Keira glared at Meg and Anna.

"Doug, a word please." Tom said jumping up and moving to another table. Doug longingly glanced down at his food and then put his priorities in order and followed him. "Tell me they did not just call Tom Hanson to the office." he demanded of Doug.

"They called Tom Hanson to the office."

"I said don't tell me."

"Too late. Sorry."

"What did I do? Did I blow my cover? How do they know?"

"Maybe we should call Fuller."

"No, we can't, not here."

"We could leave."

"No.We can't leave."

"Well, what then?"

"I don't know! I--I don't know."

"What's the matter with you two?" Meg asked, joining them.

"Nothing." They said in unison, false innocence in their voice.

"You guys are weird." She said, walking away.

"Tom! Let's go! Time for Choir!" Keira called. Tom smiled wryly at Doug.

"Hmm.Choir.Great." He said, following Keira downstairs to the choir room.