Jared Gilmore Imagines

Food Cleaning | J.G.

Synopsis: The reader's class got in trouble for causing a food fight.

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It started fifteen minutes ago, a guy throwing a piece of bread to his friend.

His friend tried throwing a pizza slice, key word: tried, but the guy dodged it and it hit one of my friends.

Almost everyone in the cafeteria began grabbing their food in their bare hands and throwing it around with mischievous smirks and smiles plastered on their faces.

The place was a mess. What used to be white walls was now filled mainly with tomato sauce. The floor contained the remainings of the food items thrown around the area. People were covered in stains or food items. Everything was a complete mess.

Giggles and laughter could be heard throughout the big eating place.

But you could also hear the sound of the two big entrance doors opening. Everyone's head turned that instant, whatever food they had in their hands fell to the floor. Some people had guilty looks, but didn't care, at all, when they saw the principal's raging face.

"What happened in here?" asked the teacher next to the principal, who obviously already knew what happened but was waiting for a response.

"Detention. All of you. Now clean this mess up!" exclaimed the principal, without letting someone reply to the previous question.

After they left, I quickly grabbed one last piece of food in my hand and looked at my target in font of me who happened to be my best friend, Jared. I pointed at him and threw it right into his chest.

We were now all leaning down on the floor and picking up everything we could, others were with towels on their hands trying to take off all the stains we left on the now red walls and the rest of the class were cleaning the tables and seats.

I turned to my left to see Jared leaning down next to me. Feeling my stare, he turned around to look at me. We tried, key word: tried, putting up a serious look on our faces but miserably failed. The two of us couldn't look at each other anymore, without bursting into a fit of giggles causing a glare to be shot at us.

Once more, I looked at what I had on my hands and threw it at Jared which landed straight at his face.

"I hate you." he said, wiping the remaining off of his face.

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Author's Note: Have you ever been on a food fight? I haven't.