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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Very tall targets were fun to aim for, and this one had a tapioca-pudding-covered roll of bread coming at him now, courtesy of one yellow team member who'd rather be pink.

Sam ducked enough that the bread almost missed him, but he ended up with pudding in his hair and a hint of a scowl on his face. "Hey!" he said, grabbing some of the cake and looking for his target.

Jen did her best to look innocent, because that worked so well when you were covered with mashed potatoes, carrots, and pudding. She hadn't even gotten this dirty when she was five all weekend.

Ignore the pudding-covered roll she was hiding behind her back.

That was dripping onto the floor.

Sam smirked at Jen and threw the cake at her. She was already dirty, after all. A little more food couldn't hurt.

Cake could definitely never hurt, and maybe Jen took evasive maneuvers calculated (to put it charitably) to snag at least a mouthful of it.

Okay, it was more like a face full of icing. Along with the potatoes, peas, carrots, and two different kinds of pie. It was . . . a culinary . . . well, something. Not bad, all things considered.

"Thanks," she said, lobbing the pudding-roll.

Taking a page from Jen's book, Sam tried to catch the pudding-roll instead of dodging it. Of course, he ended up with pudding all over his hands, but it was kind of tasty as he licked it off his fingers and threw some Jello at her in return. It was entirely possible that he was more curious to see how it flew than anything else.

Still, it was kind of mesmerizing as it flew . . . all wobbly and kind of shimmery and . . . hello, Jello in the face, and no return shot.

At least it was sugar?

Sam put his hand over his mouth to cover how much he was laughing. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Pie, pudding, cake, Jello . . ." Jen said muffledly, then swallowed and wiped some of the gunk off her face so it was a little more obvious she was grinning. "Never been better, really."

Sam couldn't help but make a face, even as he laughed. "I can't imagine how all of that must taste together."

"Not sugary enough," Jen said regretfully. "God, I sound like I'm still five."

"I've been having the same issue, acting like I'm still seven," Sam said, getting a good, messy handful of pudding. "I can help with the sugary problem. All you have to do is hold still."

Jen was just going to take that as an invitation. "I think I like food fights."

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