Disclaimer: Don't own it. My friend Emily wrote it.

Chapter 3

The dinner hall was beautiful, the walls were covered in different portraits of landscapes and there was one long table going down the middle of the room. There was also little name tags on the seats so everyone new where they were sitting. Max caught a glimpse of Alec's face before they went to sit down, and it was one just like hers pure amazement. I wonder why he looks so amazed I thought he lived here

When she finally found her seat she noticed she was sitting directly opposite Alec, and was quite excited because she found their last argument so much fun. But the happiness of before slowly drained as she realised she was sitting next to Logan, the boring old man. She loved him and all but he was such a spoilsport and so picky about the way she ate. He always kept telling her how rude she is, but it just got on her nerves and she usually ended up being ten times more not lady like than normal, just to annoy him. That always is fun

Alec was overjoyed that they were eating in this room, he hadn't been in here for years, and when he came round they usually ate in the small dining room on the other side of the house. Logan doesn't like him near nice food and it looks like he doesn't like Max near nice food either by the way she's looking at this room…. and Logan.

"Looks like you get to see my gorgeous face for the rest of the meal" Alec pointed to her he was going to be sitting in front of her.

"Well---" But before Max could finish Logan butted in.

"Maybe we should ask to be moved I'm sure you don't want to spend the next couple of hours wasted sitting near HIM" Logan stuck his index finger out and pointed at Alec like he was some kind of germ. Max could see the hurt in his face, and noticed that he was about to leave so she quickly said:

"No need I'm sure it will be better for you to keep your eye on him this way than him disturbing any other poor sod on this table" Max flashed a grin in Alec's direction and saw him smile back happy to feel accepted, which kind of confused her 'cause wouldn't he be accepted by everyone because of his rich status?' Max pondered over this for a while but then the grub came out and it looked delicious.

Finally food I'm so hungry I cant remember the last time I had such a good meal, Alec thought. He licked his lips as he saw a plate of good old roast dinner placed in front of him. His stomach rumbled loudly and he knew not only him heard that but also he tried to ignore it and concentrate on remembering which fork and knife out the eight to choose from, beside his plate, he was supposed to use. He carefully chose some that looked about right and was about to dig in when he noticed that no one else had started. Alec looked around wildly trying to figure out why when he remembered…. grace.

Max stared at Alec full of confusion. She wasn't sure what to think don't all rich people know which knife and fork to use? And how come he forgot about grace? Logan had told her before they got there that it was an age old tradition for them always to say grace and then have a minutes silence, who knows why weirdo's. Alec looked at her straight in the eye, embarrassment clearly written all over his face. How strange

Oh God everyone's looking at me, even Max. I must of got her wrong I thought she was a downtown girl like me except the girl bit She must be a rich arse like Logan, I better act all good…fuck it I'm going to act like normal and she can stuff it up her arse if she thinks I care what she thinks of me. She can think I'm a pauper and a slob I don't care, Logan can keep this one.

Everyone finally started to eat, and Max looked over at Logan to see what she should be eating with and then she started. Max tried her best to be as polite as possible but knew that all her tries were in vein because Logan was already glaring at her. Max shyly looked up at Alec to see his opinion of her but to her surprise he was eating worse than her, no not worse he was eating like she normally did back at home. Max was about to ask politely why he was eating like that but it came out wrong.

"You're eating like a complete slob," She sounded truly disgusted.

"Well sorry, I'm not a posh git like your self"

"What did you call me!" Max shouted.

"I CALLED YOU A P----" but before he could finish someone shouted from the head of the table.

"NO TALKING AT THE TABLE" Both Max and Alec looked confused at this but didn't say any thing instead they went on to play footsie under the table. The game lasted all the way to desert until Alec kicked Max hard by mistake. Max got so angry you could almost see the steam coming out of her ears Alec thought. Max decided to kick Alec harder and just as she shot out her foot; Alec move back and her foot hit the table…hard. A loud bang sounded and the bowl of trifle, which had been in front of her, went flying into the air and landed right on Logan's head.

Logan's face contorted with anger, as he looked at the two guilty twenty years old in front of him. He couldn't believe that just happened and he couldn't believe that Max had just hit the table. Why did she kick it? the question appeared in his mind as he looked at the two of them. They were both by this time trying very hard not to go into to complete hysterics but it was proving very hard.

Max all of a sudden made a loud snort from trying to keep in the laughter, and Alec found this so funny he fell off his chair, which just made Max laugh harder too. As they both started to calm down and Alec climbed back onto his chair Logan, still covered in trifle announced.

"I think dinner is over," His tone was stern and he stood up and stormed out of the room. A load of butlers came rushing in and started clearing up the mess, while Alec showed Max out of the room to her quarters for the next three days.

A/N: Don't analyse how the trifle got onto Logan's head its supposed to be funny not impossible.