Before We Collide...

#2 Food Fight

After devouring my sandwich, Caleb frowned,looking between me and Damian who was now abruptly standing up, walking towards the exit. Suddenly his face lit up like a Christmas tree, an idea clearly popped into his mind.

"Oh, I get it. Is my little princess jealous, because Chelsea's getting some action from the almighty Damian Parker, and you're not?" He cooed as he patted my head like a parent does to his child. 

"Seriously, that's the idea that you could come up with? I do not get jealous, Charming." I stated as I shrugged of his hand that was now playing with  my hair, twirling the locks around his thumb and index finger.

"Don't worry Skylar, you can always get some from the sexy, irresistable and incredibly-" 

"Stupid?" I cut him off before he could finish his sentence, making Rebecca choke on her water and sending her into a coughing fit.  

"You wound me, Princess." I laughed and rolled my eyes as he narrowed his eyes and gripped his heart dramatically like I actually hurt him.

"I'm surrounded by a bunch of drama queens."

"Not drama queens, we're actors and actresses." Caleb stated proudly as Rebecca nodded, agreeing with him on his ridiculous statement, saying something in the line off me not understanding the great essence of dramatic arts. I sighed as they both went into a scene from the Titanic, Caleb standing behind my best friend holding her waist like they did on the boat in the movie.

I decided to leave them in their little "acting" moment, realizing that Caleb isn't at all as bad as I thought he'd be and stood up to go empty my tray down the garbage vent. Just as I was about to dump my food, or what's left of it, down the drain, I felt something slimy and wet crawl its way over my hair,all the way down my face.

Egg?

Oh this person, I assure you, is not going to be able to breathe much longer. And guess who our lucky winner is today... 

Chelsea, DING DING DING!

"That'll teach you to respect me you little slut." 

Deep breathes Sky... In, out, in and out, I calmed myself as I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying not to punch her in the face.

"What Wreck-it Ralph? Nothing to say now? You were so chatty this morning and now I've got you all choked up. You don't have the right to talk to me like you did this morning. It's time you learnt your fucking place." Chelsea growled as her barbie dolls took a stand behind her, nodding their heads in agreement.

The whole cafeteria gasped, even the lunch lady with the mole on her lower chin stopped serving the meal of the day to the students in line. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their full attention towards us. Seriously guys? Don't you have anything better to do?

"Wreck-it Ralph? Are you seriously that immature, that you still think you have to use the stupid nickname you came up with in first grade to break me down? Well newsflash Chelsea, it doesn't. There is nothing you can say or do that I haven't experienced already. So why don't you just mind your own damn business and leave me the hell alone!"

Chelsea stepped forward like she was about to hit me and just as she was about to comment or do something I knew she'd regret, someone's arm draped over my shoulder, heat coursing though their body onto mine, gripping my waist as if they were trying to keep me safe.

"Baby girl, I suggest you step away from her and put that hand down before you do something I'd make you regret." His dangerous voice sent shivers down my spine and I could feel his warm breath on my neck, sending tingles through my arm that rested against his abdominal area.