Closer - TICCIMASK

Chapter Three

Toby grinded his teeth as he laid back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other.

"Get up," Clocky said, slapping Toby in the back of the head with a rolled up magazine as she walked by. "We have afternoon classes."

"I don't understand why I even have to go!" Toby whined, but got up nonetheless.

"Uh, maybe because you suck at killing and you have no knowledge of how to silently kill your victims?" Clocky's voice was laced with sarcasm and Toby pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I can do a silent kill..."

"Name one."

"The McConnel house!"

Clocky scoffed, rolling her good eye. "The daughter shrieked as she ran around the house and Masky had to be called in to help you."

"I didn't ask him to do that!"

"No, but I did."

Clocky grabbed her jacket off of the hook by the door and tossed Toby's jacket at him.

"Why-"

"Because I knew that it was going to be a flop, okay?" Clocky turned to face Toby and her eye was narrowed and her lips were pursed. Toby could see her jaw working back and forth and he knew she was grinding her teeth. "Can we just go? I don't want to be late again."

"Yeah," Toby replied, unnaturally quiet. "Yeah. We--We can go now."

~~~

Clocky parked her red pick-up truck in the parking lot of CPU and looked over at Toby, who had his earbuds in his ears and was acting like a 12-year-old girl.

"Toby."
No response.

She loudly cleared her throat. "Toby."
Nothing.

"TOBY ERIN ROGERS!"
Toby jumped.

"H-Hm? What?" he asked, pulling his earbuds out. "We're here?"

"Yes, we're here."

The younger boy shoved his phone and earbuds into his pocket and opened the passenger side door, hopping out and walking up onto the sidewalk. Clocky got out soon after and the two walked up to the front doors together, noticing the stares that people gave them as they walked by. People were calling them the 'power couple' because of how they 'fit together' and they despised those people. They weren't attracted to each other whatsoever and they had their eye on other people.

"I swear to god, I'm going to punch a teenager," Clocky growled and Toby put his hand on his shoulder.

"Clocky, I hate to break it to you, but you are a teenager, as well."

"Like I give a shit."

Toby snickered and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Nice reply."

Clocky could hear the quiet ticks coming from Toby and saw him twitching out of the corner of her eye. When she noticed other people were starting to stare, she put her hand on Toby's shoulder and felt his mucles tense even more than they already were.

Clocky sighed. "Calm your tits."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you."

The two snickered and made their way into their first class, expecting every single eye that was on them.

~~~

Toby's hand twitched as he listened to the lecture on silent kills, and he tightly gripped his wrist with his other hand.

"Fucking shit..." he hissed under his breath.

"Is there something you'd like to say, Mr Rogers?" the professor asked, turning to look at Toby.

"I said, fucking shit, Ms Bitters," Toby growled, visably twitching.

The woman pursed her lips and turned back to the board as giggling spread through the room like the plague. Soon, everyone in the room was giggling and Ms Bitters was angrily trying to silence the students.

"I demand silence, you animals!" she screamed.

"Hey, why don't you tell that to the freak?" a girl shouted back, pointing at Toby.

"You're a freak too, Lyn. Now shut your trap and sit your ass down!"

A hush spread over the class and several boys towards the back of the room let out quiet 'Ooohhhh's as their eyes darted back and forth from Lyn to Ms Bitters.
Lyn clenched her jaw and heavily sat down in her seat, crossing her arms over her small chest and leaning back. Ms Bitters nodded her head and turned back to Toby.

"If I hear anymore of that language, I will call Masky."

The same boys from before snickered and Toby looked over his shoulder to glare at them. They simply grinned and waved at him. Toby angrily whiped his head back around and lifted his hand to his mouth, beginning to bite at his nails and the skin around them.

"Hey!" Lyn hissed at him, trying to get his attention.

He simply lifted his other hand and flipped her off without looking back. She sharply gasped and balled up a piece of paper from her notebook, throwing it at the back of his head.
Toby grabbed his pen off of the side of his desk and threw it back at her, using all of his strength to make sure it hit her hard, which it did, right on the side of her head.

"You little bitch!" Lyn shrieked and slid out of her desk, lunging at Toby and wrapping an arm around his neck then pulling him back so that his back was bent over the chair at an unnatural angle.

Toby grunted and kicked his legs as he clawed at Lyn's arm. His knees hit the bottom of his desk and his blunt nails dug into the skin on the girl's arm.

"Get the fuck off!" he growled through clenched teeth.

Wrapping his hands around Lyn's arm, he opened his mouth and the next thing everyone knew, a loud piercing scream echoed throughout the building. Classroom doors opened and worried teachers and students poked their heads out into the hall.
Toby had bit into Lyn's arm, forcing a scream out of her. Blood pooled around Toby's mouth from where his teeth punctured the ginger's skin and no matter what Lyn did, the boy never unlatched from her arm.

That was...until the end of a crowbar was shoved between his top and bottom jaw and he was looking up into the narrowed eyes of Masky, who looked like he was out for blood.