fandomhigh | Food Appreciation, Period 3, Class #10

The students had been told to meet up in the Danger Shop for today's class. Hopefully everybody had worn their old clothes because today was gonna get messy. The Danger Shop had been made to look like a cafeteria with plenty of places to dodge, dip, duck, dive and...dodge. There were two long tables on each side of the room with plenty of ammo for a good food fight: Jello, mashed potatoes, soggy cafeteria vegetables, pies, pudding, cake, sloppy joes...all sorts of stuff.

They were totally having a food fight today.

Marshall wasn't alone at the front of the class today. No, there was also a very pissy looking Chuck Bass standing beside him. Marshall had his hand on Chuck's shoulder like he was afraid the kid was gonna run away or something. And, dear god, someone grab a camera because Chuck was wearing flannel and jeans.

"Glad you guys could make it! We are here today because I figured we could switch things up a bit. Food can be appreciated in so many ways. Taste, sight, smell...it's ability to be thrown at long distances," Marshall grinned widely. "That's right, today we're having a food fight. Hope you wore old clothes."

Chuck glared up at Marshall. Everything about today sucked.

"We have an odd number in the class and a friend told me that Mr. Bass would absolutely love to join in on the fun," Marshall said, leaning his arm on Chuck's shoulder. Short people were useful like that.

"Ms. Scherbatsky put you up to this, didn't she?" Chuck asked.

"Ah, I'm not going to reveal my source of just who suggested you for the job," he said. "...but, yeah, it was Robin. Look, I let you pick the teams. That was nice of me, right?"

Chuck rolled his eyes.

Marshall frowned. He didn't like it when people didn't like him. "Anyway. Mr. Bass has divided you all into teams and everybody will have to wear a jersey in the color of the team that has been chosen for you. I always think it's more fun that way."

"Oh, and as a warning? If this turns into a real fight between any of you it's gonna be detention or a visit to the principals office or something. Something bad. Not only that, I'll sadface at you," Marshall said. He pouted and pointed at his face. "Nobody wants that."

Marshall clapped a hand on Chuck's shoulder and pushed him towards the rest of the class. "Okay, everybody get their jerseys on and get to opposite sides of the cafeteria. Congregate with your team, make a game plan if you want to. When I blow the whistle, unleash hell! And by hell I mean food!"

Blue Team

Chuck Bass
Sam Winchester
Kaylee Frye
Alex Russo
Priestly
Amber Atkins
Francine Peters
Hoshi Sato
Molly Carpenter
Peyton Sawyer
Summer Roberts
Eve Levine

Yellow Team

Dean Winchester
Blysse Norwood
Andros
Cindy Mackenzie
Claudia Kishi
Harry Dredsen
Hurley Reyes
Jen Scotts
Ned
Marco Conrad
Momoko Akatsutsumi
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"Again with the predictability, Winchester. Like I care who you throw food at," Chuck said, rolling his eyes. "I put your brother on the other team because he's an asshole and you on my team so I'd have a giant to hide behind."

"And if I don't let you use me as a shield?" Sam asked. "What then?"

"Well then my feelings will be hurt," he said flatly. Like he cared. Francine already volunteered to be a human shield.

...that girl might be retarded.

"Somehow, I can't imagine that to be true." Sam looked back and forth between Marshall and Chuck. "Dare I ask what you did to end up here?"

"Well, Mr. Eriksen and Ms. Scherbatsky are friends," Chuck said, sighing. "And Ms. Scherbatsky has hated me ever since I fooled around with her sister during Parents Weekend."

Chuck still felt it was worth it.

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"I should have known it was something dirty," Sam said, sighing.

"I don't see why Ms. Scherbatsky got so pissy. Her sister was like nineteen, twenty years old," he said. Clearly wee Chuck was the victim here. "And she was speaking French at me. I call not my fault on grounds of seduction."

This is why Chuck will never be a lawyer.

"Like you'd ever say no to someone who offered themselves to you," Sam said. "Which is the problem, because you should have."

"I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings by saying no," Chuck said, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Even if it gets you into trouble?" Sam asked. "Oh, wait, that's right, you don't care about that sort of thing."

"I think I proved to you when we were in jail together that I can afford to get out of anything," he said. "You really are lucky to have me on your side. I can extend the same power to you."

Yes, Chuck considered Sam to be on his side. Scary, huh?

"I can get out of things on my own, thanks," Sam said. "Most of the time, at least. I don't intend on getting arrested again, so I'm not worried about that."

"No one intends on getting arrested," Chuck told him. "I'm just saying, I'm here to be used at your discretion."

Oh, that was totally meant to be dirty.

Sam might have been innocent, but he wasn't totally clueless. "I don't use people," he said. "I like things to be mutually beneficial."

"What if I said I'd like it if you used me?" Chuck asked. He was a sick man, yes.

"I'd remind you that I have a boyfriend, and no interest in doing anything with you," Sam replied.

"Did I mention anything about sex?" Chuck asked, pretending to look shocked. "God, Winchester, mind out of the gutter. Pervert."

"It takes one to know one," Sam shot back, apparently still suffering the residual effects of being a child.

Chuck grinned. "Are you seven?"

"I was again for a second there," Sam admitted. "I just meant you're still more perverted than I'll ever be."

"You're selling yourself short, Sam," Chuck said. "I'm sure with some practice you could be just as perverted as me."

"I don't need practice, Chuck," Sam insisted. "I'm fine at the perversion level I'm already at."

Chuck sighed and shook his head. "I'll get to you eventually."

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