Author's note: I'M SORRY THAT IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE I LAST UPDATED THIS STORY BUT A LOT OF THINGS HAPPENED. First week: My dog got hit by a car so I had to assist in making sure he was okay(he's alive and well, thank god)
Second week: My hamster died so I was greiving for a while
Chapter 12
Clare tapped on the Cafeteria table as the three males surrounding her kept playing with their found and flung it at one another. "Will you guys stop it already, it's way too embarrassing for me," Clare giggled.
The three boys looked at her, all of them with a manevilant smirk on their face as they flung some food at her. "You morons!" she yelled and began flinging back at them at full speed. Eli dodged the throw that was directed at him and it hit some random guy; the guy stood up and threw some food at the four and Adam threw it back at him.
"Food right!" some one yelled and a war of food throwing began; Fitz, Adam, and Eli bursted out laughing as they watched Clare head under the table. Eli was face-planted with a mush of mashed potatos and spagetti so he began throwing at random people; Fitz and Adam joined in and Clare began to crawl toward to nearest exit.
"I hate this so much, so very much," she muttered to herself as she successfully got out of the cafeteria. She began to pray for her three friends as she waltzed to the bathroom to wash off all the food on her.
After the food fight, Adam, Eli, and Fitz were in the principal's office with a very unhappy Mr. Simpson. Fitz was about to collapse from holding in the laughter; Adam began to tense and was pretty nervous; Eli was laid back and casual.
"You boys are really an unlikely trio, especially after what happened at Vegas night," Simpson said with a sigh.
"Hey, when your nemesis starts dating your ex-girlfriend slash current close-friend, you learn to deal," Eli said with a smirk and a small chuckle.
"What he said, except the ex-girlfriend thing," Adam said.
Fitz still couldn't speak, because if he did, he would burst out laughing.
The principal office door slammed open.
"Wait, I was technically the one who started the food fight!" Clare yelled as she ran in side the office.
"Clare?" Simpson said and shook his head in denial. "No, Clare, please tell me you're joking."
Clare looked down in shame. "I'm sorry," she felt really guilty and it was obvious in her tone.
"I'll let this slide, but Clare, if you do anything more this semester, I'll have no choice but to suspend you, understand," Principal Simpson said.
"Oh," Clare became relieved. "Thank you! Thank you so much Principal Simpson!" Clare cheered.
"But, are the guys good too?" Fitz mocked, his voice in a high pitch as if he was pretending to be Clare; Clare glared at him and he sat back in his seat, afraid of the girls intense stare.
"Yes, they are, now get to class, all of you," Principal Simpson retorted and waved his hand in a "shoo, shoo" fashion.
Author's note; Sorry it's so short, but I've still got some major stuff going on, I'll TRY to get the next chapter in tommorow as an apology….I repeat I'll TRY to get the next chapter out tommorrow!