Terry, understanding the situation, tried to wiggle out of Mark's arms, mumbling "No" under his breath. His face was turning red and he couldn't handle it so he went limp again and pretended he was dead. Dead people didn't need to socialize. 

 Lars turned towards them and cocked an eyebrow. He then smiled at Mark. How odd.

 "Hey there Marky!" He called. To Mark. Terry's head shot from it's hanging position as Mark put him down on a picnic table. He looked at Mark and Lars hug. "Mark!" Terry called, still sitting on the table. When Mark looked at him, he signaled for him to come back and smacked him before whispering, not very quietly, to him.

 "You KNOW Lars????"

 "Yeah, we're cousins."

 Terry was flabbergasted. "You... Why didn't you introduce me?!"

 "Because you never asked."

 "Bu-"

 Lars was suddenly over there. "Um... Hello there! Are you one of Marky's friends?" Mark smirked and crossed his arms. "Yes." Terry replied. "Actually uh... I mean. Yes. We are friends." He extended his hand. "I'm Terry."

 "Terry, huh?" Lars smiled. "Cute. I'm Lars."

 I know who you are, you adorable, handsome dumbass.

 Terry, ignoring the compliment, instead thought about his own hatred for Mark right now. But at the same time, he kind of worshipped him for this.

 "Ah. Lars, yeah. I've seen you in a couple plays! You're really good!"

Your fucking fantastic and I've seen every single one of your shows because I love you to an unhealthy point.

Lars beamed in response. "You like theatre?" His voice gave away his excitement a little too easy. To think, this fanboy was an actor. Well, an unpaid high school actor. An actor nonetheless.

 Terry had to think for a moment. Should he lie? No. That always ended bad. "Actually, I more just watch it when someone I know is in it, but it's not so bad." So far, no deep and consequencing lies had been made.

 "Oh. I see." Lars wasn't as happy. "That's at least nice. You see, acting is my one true passion!... Er... Sorry. Um. Terry, was it?"

 Mark smiled at Lars as Terry answered. "Yeah. What is it?"

 "Oh uh... I was just curious if I was remembering your name right, but I guess... Oh! What is your last name? Terry sounds familiar."

 Terry's cover was going to be blown. Lars was going to know Terry was the Walkins boy who stalked him to the bare minimum because he was too lazy to actually stalk his idol. "Walkins." Mark answered for him. Terry punched Mark in the shoulder, making Lars confused, but he didn't ask.

 "Terry Walkins? Oh! I know! You're in my History class, aren't you?"

 "Mr. Tynerd?"

 Lars nodded with a smile.

 Because Terry obviously knew that Lars and he were in the same class because he hadn't learned anything from that class other than ways to hide the fact he was staring at Lars. But he played it cool. Mark even looked shocked by this.

 "Well isn't that cool! I guess we should sit together... If you want, of course." Please sit with me, you gorgeous devil!

 "Of course! I don't have many friends in that class, so that would be fun!"

 Mark was suddenly tugging on my shirt. "Well it was nice to see you Lars, but I should make sure the others haven't burned down...something. Each other. Yeah. Make sure they aren't murdering each other with spears."

 Lars laughed his gracious and adorable laugh, which make Terry's stomach swarm with butterflies. "It's okay, Mark! Nice to see you! And nice to meet you Terry. See you in class?"

 "See you in class."

 Terry was now being practically dragged away by Mark. "Hey!" He said. "What the hell?!"

 "It was boring. You weren't flustered, you didn't panic, and you were smooth. So I just ended it. You're welcome." Mark smiled his evil smile.

 "I'll have you know, I am not some weak school girl who will faint at the sight of her 'senpai'. I'm a man, damn it."

 "What do you have against school girls?"

 "What?"

 Mark shook his head and laughed. "Nothing short-cake. You are as man as it gets. That's why your muscles are absolutely dead. Your body begs for exercise every day, probably."

 "My body needs no exercise!" He was 100% filled with seriousness and a strong, maybe a bit over-the-top voice.

 Mark didn't respond. He liked his attacks to be quiet and ninja-like.

 Mark picked Terry up without notice and threw him over his shoulder. He ran along towards the others, laughing. Terry was protesting. "This is rape! This is not consensual!" 

 When they got there, Twaine hit Terry (who was still dangling over the back of Mark) lightly on the head. "Rape jokes aren't funny, Terrence."

 "Yeah," Mark replied, his voice laced with evil intent. "THIS is rape."

 And Terry's ass was then spanked.

 "Rape!" Terry called.

 Twaine was not impressed with the two hooligans.