Prompt: hot mess
Word Count: 171
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
"Brooke, don't you dare-"
"Whatcha gonna do, Sammie? Write another article about me? Been there, done that, used to it."
"I'll get you back. And it'll be so many times worse than this."
"There isn't much left for you to do to me. I'm pretty confident in my assumption that I have nothing to loose."
"What about the truce?" Brooke's smile turned devilish, as did the glint in her eyes.
"I love the smell of panic laced fear in the afternoon." She sighed happily, and Sam only had time enough to widen her eyes before the hot mess of gravy soaked mashed potatoes came hurdling towards her, slid right off the paper plate Brooke had thrown, and landed with a wet 'slop' against Sam's face.
There was a brief moment of stunned silence in the cafeteria as the student body gathered there stared as Brooke's smile turned triumphant and Sam's potato crusted eyelids opened, a murderous look almost making the blonde's expression falter.
And then all hell broke loose around them.