I smoothed down my dress, sat, and rejoined my table like nothing had happened.

Across from us, Julian was facing quite the conundrum as every time he tried to make conversation with Koh, Autumn would butt in, answering the question herself like he had asked her.

"So, Koh, what are your favorite activities?" Julian inquired.

"I think we all know the answer to that." Autumn's nose scrunched up like she had smelled something bad. "Vandalism, stealing, and destroying school property. That's why she was expelled from every school in the area."

Koh scoffed. "That's adorable that you're such a square, Autumn," she remarked sarcastically. Everyone snickered as Autumn's cheeks flushed red.

Autumn turned to Julian, batting her short eyelashes. "Julian, it's so cold in here," she simpered. Julian looked bewildered as Autumn then clung to him, pretending to shiver.

Koh gave him a pointed glare and was about to open her mouth when the busboy arrived. "Here are your wings," he announced, his arms filled with baskets. Koh had ordered a lot of wings.

"Whoa!" he cried, as the baskets tumbled out of his arms. The wings, dripping with extra-spicy hot sauce, landed all over Autumn, drenching her hair, her face, and the cheap jean jacket she was wearing.

Note to self: make sure Wes gives that guy a raise.

The laughter from before sounded like a quiet whisper in comparison to the laughter that was occurring now. Loud, raucous laughter echoed off the walls of Wings Atomica while Autumn frantically tried to clean herself off.

I nudged a yacht club girl. "Why don't you ask Autumn if she needs a hand?" I winked.

I knew that the yacht club girl hated Autumn because Autumn had ruined a charity event she'd planned aboard her yacht, criticizing everything and guilt-tripping everyone until we were forced to anchor the yacht at a landfill, picking up piles of trash instead of the glamorous, fun event the yacht club girl had originally planned.

The yacht club girl nodded, walking over to Autumn. "What a mess you've made, Autumn. Didn't your parents teach you to clean up after yourself?" Everyone snickered. "It's okay. I'll help you." She then lifted a glass of water on the table, and dumped it on Autumn's head. The jock guys exploded in uproarious laughter while the preps, cheerleaders, and yacht club girls snickered.

Autumn tried to warm herself up with her bargain-bin jacket after being drenched in the icy cold water, but since the jacket was soaked as well, she became frustrated. Her fists shook in indignation, then her hands broke apart as hot, silent tears of anger began to course down her cheeks.

The yacht club girl, snickering, snapped a picture with her iPhone and jaunted back to her table. Soon, our phones buzzed with a new photo message. There was no caption needed to describe how pathetic Autumn was.

Wes, hearing all the commotion we'd caused, came out from the back. His alert gray eyes roamed over the scene, taking in my laughing entourage, Koh's look of anger, Julian's look of bewilderment, and Autumn, tearing up, soaked in water, and doused with hot sauce and spicy wings.

But before Wes could run to that bitch and comfort her, I promptly got up and strode over to Koh and Julian's booth.

"Wes." I started. "You've just interrupted Koh's food fight… and knowing Koh, that's not a good idea." I surreptitiously gave the rebel a look, daring her to contradict me.

Wes raised an eyebrow. "Food fight?"

"Koh and Julian here are on a date," I began. "And Autumn wanted to join Julian. Koh wanted to spend quality time with him, so she challenged Autumn to a food fight." I looked down at the loser. "And due to Koh's expert aim, she lost."

The football players began to guffaw. "Koh! Koh! Koh!" they chanted, like she was their favorite sports team and it was football season.

"Excuse me," Autumn muttered to Julian, squeezing out of Koh and Julian's booth. She was a blur of cheap fabric, spilled sauce, and ratty sneakers as she ran out of Wings Atomica to the soundtrack of everyone's laughter.

"Wes, I have to talk to you about something," I began. Time to kill two birds with one stone by simultaneously distracting him from that bitch's antics and getting that busboy a raise. "One of your employees demonstrated exceptional service tonight…"