Tink And Teddy

Chapter 3; Thingie Squidward Plays Horribly

Chapter 3; Thingie Squidward Plays Horribly

"Tink."

"Teddy."

"Tink."

"Teddy."

"We get it! You have supes adorbs nicknames for each other." Finn says, imitating a girl.

"What are you doing here anyways?" I ask turning to Theo's best friend.

"I thought why not try for something as great as music, a chance for change." Finn says taking my seat.

"Change for a chance." Theo corrected and Finn waved it off.

"First of all, get out of my seat." I say and give him a death glare, trying to copy Cassie's. But I probably look like a constipated chipmunk because Finn just laughs and doesn't get up. "Second of all, did Mr. Lowen kick you out again?"

"No, I'm actually interested in these lame instruments that I have no idea how to play." Finn says sarcastically.

"Or what their names are." Theo mumbles sitting down.

"I know what their names are!" Finn protests.

"Oh really, hold on." Theo says and gets up and heads toward the closets. He brings back a clarinet. "So what is this?"

"Um, a recorder."

"Wrong."

"That thingie Squidward plays horribly?"

"Wro- well not exactly wrong I guess."

"It's a clarinet idiot." I say grabbing it out of Theo's hand. "And we aren't allowed to touch the instruments when Ms. Helen isn't here."

"Then why are you touching it?" Theo asks.

"I'm putting it back." I say and put it back in its proper spot.

"But you still touched it. It has your fingerprints on it."

"Look, I'm not in the mood to fight on an empty tummy." I say literally pushing Finn off my chair. What? No one messes with my music chair, it has my name engraved on it too, I've sat here since freshman year. And Ms. Helen has to let me approve of which kid can sit in my chair for other classes. I'm weird, I know. Plus, lunch was next period, and it was taking forever for the clock to strike 12. Finn scowls but takes another seat.

"Who says tummy, what are you, six?" Theo asks.

"No, I'm four duh." I'm so glad the word duh was invented, I love this word, I would marry this word. Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh.

"Everyone, let's blow this pop tart with our rocking music skills and- alright, who let the devil's sidekick in?" Ms. Helen sighs pointing at Finn.

"Pleasure to see you too Ms. Helen." Finn says, smiling brightly.

"Mr. Lowen kicked you out again?" Ms. Helen asks.

"Yep. I swear, that guy's a pain in the-"

"Language."

"Butt. I was going to say butt. Anyways, he just jealous of my sass. And I was just being honest, everyone knows that he is just a sack of blood waiting to die. Can't the guy retire already? He's so old, I bet he was buddies with Caesar."

It was a basically a fact. Mr. Lowen hates Finn and Finn hates Mr. Lowen. Lower gets pissed off from Finn, and Finn enjoys that. He always kicks Finn out of his science class, and usually he just hangs out at the gym since besides Ms. Helen, Mr. Freddie is the only one that can tolerate him for extra period.