The Millionaire's Daughter

4~~Food Fight!!!

  

  

I hardly ate my food. I just glared at Jake Avery as soon as he entered the cafeteria.  That dumbass. Who does he think he is? What will my dad tell me? I thought he was Leash! Stupid me.

Jake Avery was also looking at me. But it's all mocking looks. "Hey Flirty Brat!"  Everyone laughed and I gave him the deadliest glare I could think of.

 I became angry and yelled "Hey Girly Boy!" and almost all of the people with us guffawed.

 We had a nice taunting convo until I gave up and  threw my lasagna hard on his face.

He glared at me and after a few seconds, he threw spaghetti at my hair.

"Oh my gosh, My hair!" he laughed and I could hear a few clicks on the camera.

My face grew red and I shouted "YOU ARROGANT HOMO!" and i threw him my liquid mascara and it marked great on his face. I laughed hard on my butt but then he threw his cheeseburger at me.. 

 "FOOD FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!" someone yelled.

 Here and there, food came thrashing and flying around. Daniel managed to get me out of the fight. Jake's personal guard, Adrian, managed to pull him out too.

Daniel led me outside the cafeteria. When we were in a safe zone, he looked at me disapprovingly with his arms crossed. His blonde hair caught the sunlight, which made him look dashing and a bit serious/

"Daniel, you look adorable" I pinched his face and he chuckled.

"No way, Missie. You are so not going away with what you did. Your father will be really disappointed at you," he said.

"But he won't be when you keep your mouth shut, right?" I said while smiling.

He ruffled my hair which stinks of spaghetti and he laughed," Of course, I can keep my mouth shut, but I think the reporters can't" he gestured towards some of the reporters who also managed to get out.

I think they haven't seen us yet because they're all busy wiping their cameras. I smirked.

These people didn''t know when to stop. I put on my shades, tied my hair up, and wore my cap. I gave my jacket to Daniel who raised his eyebrows.

I smiled at him and said "Just going to teach them a lesson."

I walked to them and said "Hi! I guess you're having a little problem here?" A man with braces and a serious acne problem looked at me, "isn't it obvious, little girl? My camera is going to EX-plowwwd because of that little brats! How am I going to post this in the paper? That one is great news. That flirty brat is----"

"EXCUSE ME?"

"what?"

"oh...nothing. I..I think I can help you with your camera problems."

He beamed at me and he quickly gave me the camera. "Go girl!"

A small smile creeped to my face. I saw Daniel grinning at the corner of my eyes. Gee. Game On.

I pretended to click here and there. The camera was sure defective, but not the film.

I looked at the camera man who beamed at me like crazy. I accidentaly dropped my hanky and he volunteered to get it and I quickly stole the film. 

"Hey little girl, I love your boots." he said while getting my hanky.

He stopped and looked at the initials on my boots and screamed, "AHHHH! YOU ARE RAVEN EVANS!"

I threw him his camera and I grabbed my hanky. I ran to Daniel and together we ran to a deserted hallway.

He said he'll take care of them and went on to grab a screaming reporter to prevent him from pestering me.

I smiled as I watched him. I so love Daniel.

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I ran to my locker and grabbed my extra skirt and shirt. I grabbed a towel and went to have a shower. As I rounded a corner, I slammed into someone.

I looked up and saw Jake Avery.

He glared at me and his friends gathered around me, forming a circle. I was trapped.

I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms. "What do you want Avery?"

He smirked and looked at me from head to toe. He stopped to look at what I was carrying and smiled. 'I guess you'll be taking a shower, aren't you?"

"Of course I am,  jerk."

He looked at his friends and they all went off. He followed and looked back. "See you later, flirty."

He ran and joined his friends and they all smiled at me evily. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. That guy was weird.

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I placed my things at the sink outside my shower cubicle. I went in and stepped into the cold water.

I shivered and I started to wash my hair. It was in my nature to sing inside the bathroom so I sang at the top of my lungs, "Raindrops keep falling on my head...Lalalalalalalala...lalalala...la...raindrops keep falling on my head they keep fallin'..lalalala....'

After I cleaned myself for about 10 minutes, I grabbed my towel and went out.

I washed my hands on the sink but then I noticed my things weren't there! Oh No. 

I looked around the shower room but I really can't find them.

I leaned on the wall and sighed. Tears started to fall and I don't know what to do. I mean. WHO THE HECK DARES??

It can't be Sheila. I know that she hated me so much but that dork was out of the country. It can't be the reporters, because I'm sure Daniel kicked them outta here. It can't be....jake. Wait, JAKE? he dares?! DARES TO STEAL MY THINGS?! 

I wiped my tears out of my face and furrowed my brows. I saw a lump of clothes in the chair. I looked at it.

OH MY GOSH. This was a maid's clothes! 

I searched desperately for other clothes but found nothing. There's no other way unless I wanna be seen in towels only. 

I looked at that horrifying cloth and grabbed the scissors I've seen a while while I'm searching.

Sorry Jake. But I'm a daughter of a designer, and I can make this work out.