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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"I was just looking out for his best interests since he was allllll alone," he said, his smirk getting wider. "Some brother you are, letting him wandering alone like that. Who knows what kind of trouble he could have gotten into?"

"The only reason I haven't beat you into a damp spot on the ground is because even at 7 Sammy can take care of himself, as you would've found out if you had tried something with him," Dean said.

"Oh, I'd never try something on seven year old Sam. I like my men taller than that," Chuck promised. "Teenage Sam, however. Now I wouldn't mind having him on his back, moaning my name."

"See, that's never going to happen. Because Sammy? Has this thing called taste."

"Sammy is also extremely naive. You must have seen us talking over there," Chuck said, moving closer to Dean because this suddenly wasn't about a food fight anymore. "I can say just about anything to him and he keeps on coming back. I think someone might have a little crush. A crush that I have no problem taking advantage of."

Dean smirked at him. "You're barking up the wrong tree if you think you can make me worry about Sammy that way. Kid's head over heels with his boyfriend."

"I never said it'd happen immediately. But it'll happen eventually," he said confidently. "After all, he and I are going to be all alone together next year. Plenty of time to...bond."

Chuck had been doing his homework, yes.

"Or for him to snap and break your neck," Dean said cheerfully.

Chuck smirked at him. "You keep on thinking that. I'm sure it'll help you get through the days after you leave him alone."

"Dude, just because I won't be here doesn't mean I'm leaving Sammy alone."

"Is that supposed to worry me? You can't even keep him away from me now," Chuck said with a roll of his eyes.

"Well that's because he's my brother -- he has a will of his own. And I trust him." And picked on him shamelessly when he goofed up, Dean added silently. It had proven over the years a good way of driving a lesson home.

"I'm surprised you still do. Just look where his will has led him the past couple months," Chuck said. Bars, jail, Chuck's bed... "Not that I'm complaining. I like spending time with him. We've bonded, shared our own sad past histories. I am sorry about your mother."

He actually was sorry about that even if he didn't sound it. He was just trying to prove a point. And, well, also trying to piss Dean off.

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