2: Carton
"Wait, so how exactly does this work again?" Rukia asked, holding up the thin plastic tube in one hand and the carton in the other.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and snatched the carton and straw away from her. "Idiot. I told you before; you stick the straw right here." He demonstrated, jabbing the plastic tube into the little foil seal, and then handed the juice carton back to her.
Rukia glared at him as she took a sip of her juice. "Shut up, Ichigo."
"Yeah, Ichigo!" Keigo chimed in. "You're being so mean to Rukia, and she's new here too!" He gave a dramatic wail and threw his arms around the petite dark-haired girl protectively. Rukia promptly pushed him off of her, while Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"Not my fault she can't open a juice box."
Next thing he knew, he was lying flat on the ground with a certain dark-haired midget on top of him, her violet eyes dangerous. "Ichigo…" Rukia raised the juice box.
Ichigo's eyes widened. "Hey, what…?" He was cut off by a well-aimed spurt of apple juice in the face, as the rest of his friends doubled over laughing.