Lunch Craze

RIIINNGG

"Alright class you are dismissed for lunch!" the teacher yelled over the chatter of the teens as they rushed out of the room to get to the lunch room. Brianna headed for the peace and quiet of the garden, Carissa in tow. As they made their way to the garden people made way for them or better yet, Brianna.

"Seems like you built up a reputation, a bad one at that," Carissa giggled.

"Good." was Brianna's only reply.

Sighing, Carissa stopped talking and listened to the murmurs of the students as they passed.

"Look at how they're dressed!"

"That girl with the glasses you'd better avoid, I heard she'll smash your head in if you tick her off."

"Not far from the truth," Carissa thought.

"I can't believe that they are actually smart enough to get into a school let alone this one!"

On and on they went the murmurs of the adolescents. She could tell Brianna was enjoying this because if she installed fear in them then they would leave her alone. Though Carissa knew that Brianna was thinking more on the lines of leaving her (Carissa) alone. Once they reached the garden, Brianna sat down and took out her bento and a book on animal physics from her bag, and ate as she read. Carissa just took out her own lunch from her bag and watched Brianna in silence as she ate. Brianna finished quickly, and as she set down the book to put her lunch away, Carissa took the book and set it on her lap, eating over it, and pondered over why Brianna would even read something like that. As she dipped her food in sauce, a loud yell startled her and she knocked her sauce on Brianna's book. Brianna, hearing the sound, looked back up. She looked were her book had lain then slowly she looked at Carissa's lap, when she saw the state her book was in, her eyes narrowed into slits, lifting her head up until she was face to face with Carissa. The only word that went through Carissa's mind right then was: Fuck, because Brianna was an avid reader and unless you had an early death wish you DID NOT mess with her books, no matter who you were. Gulping, Carissa giggled sheepishly and wondered if her friend would go easy on her. The growl that escaped Brianna's lips was enough to confirm that Carissa was in deep shit. Jumping up, Carissa fled from the garden as if the hell hounds were on her tail, though it wasn't far from the truth when Brianna let out another menacing growl and chased after her friend screaming: "You're dead when I catch you Carissa!"

"That is if you can catch me!" Carissa thought as she picked up her speed and headed straight for the lunch room.

The lunch room was peaceful, the usual chit chatters and girls swooning over the host club as they sat at their table. Well, that all changed when the lunch room doors banged open and in ran a girl, or more specifically Carissa. Everyone stared at her as she leaned against a table to catch her breath. As she panted, the lunch doors banged open again, and everyone watched as her eyes widened in fear, turning to see what got her so worked up, they too stared in fear at the girl in the door way, more specifically Brianna. She had a scary aura around her as she scanned the lunch room until she locked eyes with Carissa. Carissa just started running around the lunch room screaming: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! It was an accident!"

Her only reply was vicious growls and threat's like: "You're dead!" and "Lord help you when I get my hands you!"

Jumping up onto a table filled with hot guys (a/n: scene was inspired from a scene in twisted love story- its good check it out/you know who) Carissa bent over and panted for breath. She only looked up when she heard someone else leap onto the table. Looking up, Carissa's face lost all its color as she stared at Brianna, whose face was twisted into a scary but eerily calm smile.

The guys at the table could only stare in shock and three of them had evident fear on their faces and the rest silently prayed for the poor girl's survival

"Well, well, well, were you goin to run to now Carissa?" Brianna asked, her voice eerily calm.

Carissa could only open and close her mouth like a fish. Brianna started walking towards her while Carissa could only walk backwards, away from her.

"Hmm? What's wrong Char cat got your tongue?" Brianna asked, as she advanced on her friend, the creepy smile never once leaving her face.

"I-I-I I'm sorry! Y-you know I didn't mean it! I-I'll buy you a new one!" as Carissa said this, she finally reached the edge, looking back at her friend she dropped to her knees and clasped her hands together.

"I beg you Brianna! Please spare me!" Carissa yelled her head bowed.

Brianna walked up to her friend until she was right in front of her. Bending down, she tilted Carissa's head up, and the look on her face made her creepy smile even wider.

"Carissa…" Brianna started.

Everyone held their breath as they waited to see what would happen to the poor girl. Squeezing her eyes shut, Carissa waited for the blow…but it never came! Instead she felt something sticky being pressed against her face. Opening her eyes, she watched as pieces of what looked like cake fall off her face (a/n: you all know where that came from). Brianna just smiled at her friend, then got up and jumped off the table. She walked about a good ten feet away before looking over her shoulder and saying: "On top of buying me a new book, you are on dishwashing duty for a month,"

Carissa gasped in horror: "B-but that's going to ruin my nails!"

Turning back around, Brianna sent her a glare, which shut her up. Seemingly satisfied with that reaction, Brianna turned back around and walked out of the cafeteria. Sighing, Carissa got up and jumped off the table, but before she walked away she felt her face and then cried out in horror: "MY MAKEUP!"

With that she ran out screaming.

Everyone watched as the doors closed shut, staring for a few more moments they then started to return to what they were doing before the interruption. The people at the table where the two girls had jumped on were now trying to console a childish looking boy over the loss of his cake. A boy with glasses at the table, however, still watched the doors murmuring: "Interesting," before turning away to eat his own food.

R&r PLZ!