Cs get baked beans

Jerks and Dickleheads

The anger in his face transformed it. I knew I was dead.

Before I knew it Mr Mickle Dickle had grabbed me by the collar and was pushing me against the wall.

"Now tell me how you found out about the seeds!" he said, his teeth were clenching, his face was as red as hot soup, his nostrils were flaring. He was like one of those cartoon characters with steam coming out of their ears and nostrils.

"Tell me! Those seeds were my pride and joy, I spent my life's work, manufacturing them, no one was supposed to know." Mr Mickle Dickle shouted.

That's when it hit me. The staff toilets, The possum illustration. Had my desperation to be creative put me in fatal danger?

I was quite literally saved by the bell, Mr Mickle Dickle let go of me and I scampered out the door. The year 13 class was lined up, it was hard to believe these people were teenagers. They already looked like mid-twenty year olds. The girls had boobs the size of balloons and the boys had full sets of facial hair, all except Warren who was at the end of the line sticking his tongue out and wiggling it around. I didn't know what the heck he was doing but I suspected his classmates were used to it judging by their ignorance.

"Warren!" I hissed.

"Eergh, who's calling, is it God? I'm sorry I upset you father by having devilled sausages for dinner."

"It's me dumbass, listen, you gotta meet me after school."

A beefy looking guy, with an orange mohawk, a black tank top, three rings in his right eyebrows, two black stud piercings at the bottom of his and seahorse tattoo turned around. He had a black stick through his ear, at the of it there was something that looked like those pink spiky balls, you probably played with but it was black.

"This ya ol' mate from Neverland ranch?" He chortled and his equally scary looking lady friend laughed along with him. She looked like Paris Goebal but emo, she was bald with black lipstick and black stars tattooed on her head, she was wearing fishnets with an oversized black sweater of a band called 'Killswitch Engage', the logo printed was a skeleton, wearing a lion's skin surrounded by fire. I didn't understand the joke but Warren's face said it was the type of joke that got you a glare from a teacher.

Mr Mohawk turned to me; " Heads up, shrimpface. If that peedo starts pulling down his pants, run the other way, yeah?" More chortling laughter came from Mohawk and his ugly girlfriend.

I was gonna mention I'd found new information about the seeds with the optimism that it would be safe to talk about in public as people would pin them down to an imaginary kids' game but I figured Warren already received enough grief from these fellas so instead I said rushedly; "Just come over after school okay?" and ran away but unfortunately not fast enough to miss hearing Mr Mohawk say; "Sounds like your little boy toy wants you too." I made a mental note to persuade my parents to get me a phone so Warren and I wouldn't have to arrange meetings so...publically. Gosh, I felt sorry for Warren.