Who Are The Mods?

Teddy Boy

Ten students in total were sent to Richmond's, and none of them were grateful for it. In the beginning, they tried to keep to themselves, but fate- or just rigorous seating plans- forced them to mingle with the natives eventually. It was in a third period maths lesson on a week after Telsa's first day that she began a conversation with Teddy Keedy, the fellow youth who shared her table.
"Teddy? That's honestly your name? There's some dodgy names round here, like."
Teddy rolled his eyes, a little shy. "That's coming from a Telsa. You've been sitting beside me for an entire week, how come you didn't know my name?"
Telsa shrugged, drawing a flower on his exercise book. "I've had a lot to get to know, man." 
Teddy gave her a funny look, but didn't say anymore. As for the flower, as soon as he noticed it, Teddy make short work of rubbing it out throughly much to Telsa's amusement.

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"Theodor!"
"What?!"
"That's your name!"
Teddy gave Telsa a steady look then murmured, "Yeah...?"
"Ha!" She threw her arms up and span in a circle. "I've been thinking about it all last night, I even asked my Mam."
"Telsa Clarke, settle down!"
Telsa muttered to herself but kept the proud grin on her face as she shuffled her books out of her bag. Teddy laughed at her expression before sitting down to begin the class.
"Your name still sucks." She mumbled.
"So does yours." He replied, quickly getting used to her eccentric behaviour.
Telsa scowled and kicked him under the table. "So what's your sister called? polly, short for Pollyanna?"
As the teacher logged onto the computer, Teddy shook his head. "Brother, three of them in fact. A Noel, an Oliver and a Cedrick. Two blessed, but me and Ced... not so much."
Telsa giggled. "Ced and Ted."
Teddy was about to reply, but the lesson began.
"Please, turn to the work we started yesterday."
The class flicked through their excessive books, nearly all of them ragged save the newcomers'.
"I didn't even do any work yesterday." Murmured Telsa, accidentally flicking her pen lid on the floor. Teddy snorted, catching the teacher's attention.
"Mr Keedy, would you mind sharing with the class what you find so funny?"
Teddy stuttered as Telsa sighed a "Jey-sus" under her breath, but not under her breath enough.
"Telsa! Was that a blaspheme in my class?! Are you aware that that word is offensive to many people in this room, myself included?" The classes eyes were on her as her eyes roamed for an eye roll, a smirk, anything familiar or comforting. But it was all in vain.
"Are you even listening to me? Outside, the both of you."
Telsa scowled as Teddy's protests fell on deaf ears, but each scraped their chair back and stood up. Telsa's boots dragged across the carpet as her teacher added, "Those boots are not correct school footwear."
She got barely a look in return.
Outside, Teddy paced dramatically in his sensible shoes and pressed trousers, panic stricken.
"You know, Theodor, it takes very little effort to let everything go and chill every once in a while. Trust me, I do it all the time."
Teddy ignored her, pacing more.
Soon, his sensible shoes were joined by someone else's.
A shadow loomed.
"And just what is going on here, may I ask?"
"Ah- Mr Cunningham. Hello." Telsa winced a smile.
"Telsa, care to explain?"
Either due to the fact that Telsa had been the one to greet him or that Teddy was having a nervous breakdown, Cunningham decided to trust Telsa to express her side of the story.
"Miss... uhhh... Miss Kennedy sent us out of her classroom." She reasoned, unsure of how to recall the events in a way that would show the pair innocent in the eyes of the school.
Before Cunningham could question her further, Miss Kennedy staggered out of her classroom, looking startled at the broad man's presence.
"Sticky door." She explained, trying to justify her graceless exit from the classroom before laughing nervously and tucking an invisible strand of hair behind her ear.
"Would you mind telling us what's going on, Miss Kennedy?"
Telsa focussed hard to find any flaws in her side of the story, but Miss Kennedy was surprisingly diligent and stuck to the truth- which was not unlike Telsa's version of events.
Sure, Teddy's laugh wasn't disrespectful and Telsa hadn't meant to offend everyone with her 'foul mouth' but excluding that, it was event perfect.
"I see..." murmured Cunningham, leering snobbishly. "Theodor, Telsa, follow me please."
He turned on his heel and left the ill-matched duo with no choice but to follow, like two well-trained dogs.
Both were wishing that all the students at Houseland School had just stayed where they were, where it was much safer for everyone.