go unless you all want to get caught in the crossfire.”
Muttering broke out among the various girls. He could tell they were more anxious for him to leave than upset by the prospect of a food fight. He glanced at Taris. She seemed unsettled and even a little upset, but she nodded her head in acknowledgment as she met his gaze. Monson, Casey and Artorius stood up and headed towards the main doors of the cafeteria.
“ We’d better get out of here fast,” said Casey. He quickly glanced over his shoulder towards the middle of the room. “We don’t know when this is going to escalate.”
“ Yeah, let’s get a move on,” answered Monson, annoyed. The pudding was starting to feel sticky on his face. “I want to wash this off.”
But a commotion behind them drew their attention. They turned around to find many students laughing, including Taris and her friends.
Pudding— lots of it—covered Derek! He stood up to wipe globs of the thick brown dessert from his head and chest, and he looked livid. Monson thought he might seriously lose it. He and the others laughed.
“ Who threw that?” bellowed Derek, looking wildly around the room. No one answered. The tables of students were either laughing or trying not to laugh as they looked away from him. Derek’s eyes found Monson’s.
Oh crap! thought Monson. Not good. He’s going to think it was me.
Surprisingly, Derek’s gaze slid right past Monson to where Cyann was sitting. He scowled at her with an expression that was half-puzzled, half-enraged. She, however, did not seem to notice what was going on. She just continued to read her book. But there was something different about her.
Monson felt a hand take hold of his shoulder. It was Artorius.
“ Grey, is Cyann blushing?”
Monson scrutinized her, focusing intently on her cheeks.
True enough, she was blushing.
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“ I’ll meet you guys outside.” Monson motioned down the hall. “I need to clean up.”
Casey and Artorius stopped short. They exchanged looks.
“ You sure you don’t want us to come with?” Casey asked.
Monson snorted as he started to backpedal. “Of course not. What are we, a group of chicks? I’ll see you out front.”
Monson headed towards the bathroom. Getting slathered with pudding was more than a little bit irksome. He was sticky and it was a waste of perfectly good chocolate pudding, something in and of itself totally criminal. But seeing Derek Dayton covered in the ooey-gooey goodness was worth every moment of his own sticky torture. He knew he was going to have to do something about Derek; he just needed to figure out what. Derek was an idiot, but also the Dean’s son. Truly a problematic situation if Monson ever knew one.
Monson went through the door butt-first. He hated the main restroom for The GM, as it was absolutely massive. It was like trying to relieve yourself in an Olympic-size swimming pool.
“ But I don’t think you understand. It isn’t that simple. There are rules, you know—no, I understand your—but, no, it’s important that we— ”
Monson stopped dead as a raised voice echoed throughout the bathroom. The speaker seemed to immediately notice his heightened volume and lowered his voice. Monson could no longer hear everything as clearly, but the tone still sounded frantic.
“ I told you. These things take time. We have to execute perfectly, absolutely perfectly—I understand that—no really, I do. Of course, he’s the last person I would ever want to disappoint after everything he’s done for me.”
Monson held himself back, listening, then admitted to himself that the conversation was none of his business. He walked around the inlet and into the bathroom. Damion “The Diamond” Peterson walked into a stall just out of view. Monson neared the closest sink, turned on the water, and began scrubbing his face. The moment the rush of the water became audible, Damion’s voice faded.
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Muttering broke out among the various girls. He could tell they were more anxious for him to leave than upset by the prospect of a food fight. He glanced at Taris. She seemed unsettled and even a little upset, but she nodded her head in acknowledgment as she met his gaze. Monson, Casey and Artorius stood up and headed towards the main doors of the cafeteria.
“ We’d better get out of here fast,” said Casey. He quickly glanced over his shoulder towards the middle of the room. “We don’t know when this is going to escalate.”
“ Yeah, let’s get a move on,” answered Monson, annoyed. The pudding was starting to feel sticky on his face. “I want to wash this off.”
But a commotion behind them drew their attention. They turned around to find many students laughing, including Taris and her friends.
Pudding— lots of it—covered Derek! He stood up to wipe globs of the thick brown dessert from his head and chest, and he looked livid. Monson thought he might seriously lose it. He and the others laughed.
“ Who threw that?” bellowed Derek, looking wildly around the room. No one answered. The tables of students were either laughing or trying not to laugh as they looked away from him. Derek’s eyes found Monson’s.
Oh crap! thought Monson. Not good. He’s going to think it was me.
Surprisingly, Derek’s gaze slid right past Monson to where Cyann was sitting. He scowled at her with an expression that was half-puzzled, half-enraged. She, however, did not seem to notice what was going on. She just continued to read her book. But there was something different about her.
Monson felt a hand take hold of his shoulder. It was Artorius.
“ Grey, is Cyann blushing?”
Monson scrutinized her, focusing intently on her cheeks.
True enough, she was blushing.
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“ I’ll meet you guys outside.” Monson motioned down the hall. “I need to clean up.”
Casey and Artorius stopped short. They exchanged looks.
“ You sure you don’t want us to come with?” Casey asked.
Monson snorted as he started to backpedal. “Of course not. What are we, a group of chicks? I’ll see you out front.”
Monson headed towards the bathroom. Getting slathered with pudding was more than a little bit irksome. He was sticky and it was a waste of perfectly good chocolate pudding, something in and of itself totally criminal. But seeing Derek Dayton covered in the ooey-gooey goodness was worth every moment of his own sticky torture. He knew he was going to have to do something about Derek; he just needed to figure out what. Derek was an idiot, but also the Dean’s son. Truly a problematic situation if Monson ever knew one.
Monson went through the door butt-first. He hated the main restroom for The GM, as it was absolutely massive. It was like trying to relieve yourself in an Olympic-size swimming pool.
“ But I don’t think you understand. It isn’t that simple. There are rules, you know—no, I understand your—but, no, it’s important that we— ”
Monson stopped dead as a raised voice echoed throughout the bathroom. The speaker seemed to immediately notice his heightened volume and lowered his voice. Monson could no longer hear everything as clearly, but the tone still sounded frantic.
“ I told you. These things take time. We have to execute perfectly, absolutely perfectly—I understand that—no really, I do. Of course, he’s the last person I would ever want to disappoint after everything he’s done for me.”
Monson held himself back, listening, then admitted to himself that the conversation was none of his business. He walked around the inlet and into the bathroom. Damion “The Diamond” Peterson walked into a stall just out of view. Monson neared the closest sink, turned on the water, and began scrubbing his face. The moment the rush of the water became audible, Damion’s voice faded.
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