AURELIA
Smiling sweetly at him, as I said that. "Huh" Holding his hands over his heart, he says, "Really, all that strawberry pie just for me, here give it," Holding his hands out at me waiting for me to hand over the pie. Except I didn't, I just shoved the container of pie right into his perfectly white tee, against hard ripped muscles. I swallowed as his tee got stained with the red from the fruit, and brown grain from the crust, watching as the container continued to make a mess of his shirt as it ever so slowly slipped down until it finally dropped down to the ground with a clatter.
As I looked back up at him with a smile on my face, he also wore one, which puzzled the hell out of me, but I smiled widely, teeth and all, as I didn't want him to know he got me a little confused by the expression he wore. He then even smiled widely, before grabbing my shoulders, as the smile was wiped off my face, a look of sheer terror filling it as my eyes went wide. Then, he pulled me to his chest, saying, "awh, how lovely the gift was, thank you but please let me repay you."
My body now stuck to his body, strawberry pie, out of everything between us, good thing I raised my head just in time as he pulled me forward, or else my face would have been pied instead, taking the "Pied in the face" phrase, quite literally. Then he had to go ruin my happiness by doing what he did, it was my plan, and he wasn't supposed to mess it up. But of course, he did, and he wasn't done, as he had to "repay" me, not that I'm looking forward to that.
Pulling me away from him with one hand, he picked up his bottle of juice from the table which coincidentally ended up being Strawberry juice. He took it and said, "What's strawberry pie without some strawberry juice," and then he upturned the bottle over my head, Strawberry juice cascading down my body from my hair to my shoes. Getting angry, I stretched up on my tippy toes and grabbed the bottle from his hands, quickly moving to stand on his chair as I empty the rest of the bottle on his head. feeling satisfied with myself and my work, I get down and I say, "Thanks, you were right, Strawberry pie is no good without some strawberry juice."
It's like whatever went down between us, it was only between us, like no one existed when we were just doing that to each other. And it's only when the cafeteria bursts out laughing then all of their expressions changed over to ones of "oohs," and "aahs," surprised by maybe what I did, the fact that Cyra participated in the entertainment I was holding, and then finally by how I retaliated back then saying what I said.
We both ended up in a staring contest, which I knew I was going to win, while being witnessed by almost the whole school of students. Right up until my girls came and pulled on my shoulder making me turn around to look at them, blindingly blinking as my eyes started to water from the intensity from staring unblinking for too long.
"Come on Lia, let's go before something else happens, like you two chopping off your own heads," Dora says with a nervous laugh then spoke to herself, "Just kidding, or not."
Thinking what she says to probably be true, I follow her and the rest of the girls out of the cafeteria dripping strawberry juice from my hair and strawberry pie on my shirt. Man, this turned out to be an interesting day. The girls led me into the girl's bathroom.
Leaning on the counter, I started laughing, I laughed so hard I must have sounded like a maniac because the girls were definitely looking at me funnily, probably coming to some sort of conclusion. Like, Lia's probably lost her mind over what just happened, or maybe it's all that strawberry in her hair making her crazy and you know what?
Maybe they're all right, because as I'm thinking this, I burst out laughing harder and so much longer that my laughter now turned into a full-blown crying session that I had no control over. I mean, what is wrong with me? And How dare Cyra? He was not supposed to turn my session of payback to him by interfering with me and my actions. Now it was all just for fun, I didn't really get back at him, more like he did me, and look at both of us, covered in strawberry pie and juice. We were both stupid fools in this round of the game. We would have not made the same mistake twice.
I'd realize my mistake, this wasn't a game, no, this was war, he'd said it himself. So really, I was the one that lost this round of the battle, but so did he. What a fun wasted day.
As I'm bawling my eyes out, sliding down to the floor, the girls came around me trying to hold me up and comfort me. I start to wipe at my tears with the inside of my tee, because we did not want a case of strawberry pied eyes, that would be just too funny. Dora and Saph held my hand as I attempted to get up, only to slide down, bringing them down with me too, we all started to laugh.
Finally, able to sit up properly, we all got up and I made my way to the sink, where I then proceeded to wash the sticky strawberry juice off my face. Feeling satisfied with the way my face now feels. I started to walk out when suddenly I remembered that washing my face was the least of my worries, turning around, I see all the girls already staring at me. Now I understand that I was the only one to not think about the rest of me, like my tee covered in pie, and my hair covered in juice.
Letting out a sigh, I start to slide to the ground once more. Covering my face with hands, I let out a groan of frustration, "Oh guys, what am I going to do about my hair and shirt, I can't go into class like this. Not only will I smell like strawberry, I'd also be looking like one."
I started to think of all the possibilities there were for me to leave school but not notify my parents and also not get into detention. There really was no option that would keep me safe from all of the things, I would be caught up in at least two.
"Hey guys, do you think if I go to the locker room, I would be able to use the shower and get a change of clothes?" Dora piped up, "Oh my god, yes, why didn't we think of that, and the teacher for the girl's locker room is really nice, I'm sure she'd feel sorry and help you out."
"Great, then it's a plan, that's where we'll go," they all agreed with me and helped me up, making sure not to bring them down with me this time. Fully standing up, we head to open the door to get out, and as we are getting out, I see my strawberry partner almost to the bathroom with the principal and his assistant.
What's different about this time though was that he wasn't wearing a smile anymore, no he was wearing a scowl, only it didn't quite reach his eyes, so that either meant he was faking being angry or he really didn't know how to show his angry face.
Great, he must have told them his version of what really happened and blame me as the villain. Looking at the principal and his assistant, I purse my lips looking behind them at him then I scowl at him, he let a smirk slip out with a glint in his eyes. I knew it! He cooked up his own dirty little plan to ruin me.
"Miss. Quintia, I really hate to say this to you, it's only your second day, and you've already been involved with Mister. Valentine, yet again." he looks at me with a disappointed look.
"I know the first time, you were at no fault, but now, clearly judging from the condition you and him are both in, you are definitely at fault." he says this looking at him then me up and down. God, I felt so disappointed in myself as well.
"Now if you both would join me in my office for some explaining before I bestow the necessary punishment or detention to you."
Hearing that I panicked, "Detention!" Oh no, I could not do this, it would mean my parents had to come.
"Come along now, both of you," he looks to me and Cyra as we start to follow him.