Cupcakes are a Girls Best Friend

May the guilt begin

The bell for lunch rings through out Chester A. High and students and teachers all but sprint into the lunchroom. Robin and her new found friends all gather around a table and Anya engages in a tale how Levi was totally checking her out. 

"Dudes, can I sit here?" Peter grunts plopping his tray down on their table.

"I don't know can you?" Lauren asks angry that half his lunch tray contents spilt on her when he slammed his tray.

"Why? What's up with Clark and Bruce?" Robin asks.

"They're acting like two prissy first grade girls."

"Why!?" Anya asks. 

"Something that happened in newspaper, I wouldn't know." He growls bitting a pice of his pizza aggressively. 

"Whoa there tiger, at this rate you'll kill someone." Lauren says rolling her eyes and politely eating her yogurt. Peter sticks his tongue out at her and continues eating with his mouth open. 

"Peter! Sit over here!" Clark yells from across the room. Bruce glares at Clark then wags his eyebrows at Peter from where he sits surrounded by a ton of slut like girls. 

"I'm igonring them." He mutters sinking lower in his seat at the lunch table. Both boys get up and walk over to their table. 

"Sit withe me and you get cupcakes my mom made this morning." Clark offers bordely, as if he already knows Peter will choose him. 

"Sit with me." Bruce growls from where he stands threateningly with his arms crossed glowering down at Peter. Seems like he's back to his old "I'm to cool to be messed with" self. Both Clark and Bruce glare at eachother for a minute.

"Sit with him and you're not coming with me to that basket ball game you've been waiting for for over two months now." Bruce says using his unexplainable wealth to an advanteage.

"Oh shut up! Like you even have tickets to that game!" Clark yells.

"Not just any tickets bro, we're basically on the court!" Bruce smirks taking out two tickets and wafting them in Clark's face.

"Good for nothing socially awkward rich kid." Clark grumbles ignoring the tickets.

Their whole lunch table erupts into a loud chorus of OOOHHHHH's, DAANNNGGSSSS, BUURNNNN's and GOT'EM's!

"Selfish idiotic cupcake baking dough boy." Bruce disses back.

OOOHHHHHHHHH!!!

"Why don't you go skip school and get another illegal tatoo!" Clark yells throwing his arms back and getting all up in Bruce's face.

DAAAAANNNGGGG!!!

"Shutup and go bake some dang cookies you nerdy donut whole!"

BUURRRRNNNN!!!

"Go die in a whole."

"You die in a whole! I'll gladly help you dig it!" 

GGGOOOTTT EEMM'!

By now the lunchroom has noticed the commotion and is adding in their onwn personal sound tracks. The only two people not enjoying the squabble happen to be Robin and Peter.

"Let's get out of here." Peter says lending her his hand.

"Glady." she confirms. Slipping out in the heat of the battle Clark and Bruce don't even notice the object they're fighting for has left the building. Walking outside they lay on the grass and engage in pointless chit chat. 

"Sooo the dance is coming up in a couple days.." Peter nonchalantly brings up.

"Yup."

"Thinking of askin anyone?"