The 100 Imagines

LEXA x [y/n] "FOOD FIGHT!"

(Not mine)

This would be set when the reader and Lexa are much younger, (I'd say around 15), and are nearly full Warriors, but are still quite immature.

You were expected to be on your best behaviour.
Like that was going to happen.
Anya sat proudly at the head of the narrow table, occasionally glancing at Lexa, who was opposite to you, checking that her previous second, now fully fledged warrior, was behaving. And she was for the most part: making conversation with everyone, eating her food well, not stealing any off of your plate like she normally did......
Then the potato hit you straight in the nose. Glancing up, you could see that your friend had thrown it at you, unbeknownst to her mentor, and had created a gaggle of snickering grounders around her. You cocked your head in confusion. Did she want to risk getting punished?
She just shrugged, and threw what looked like a balled up leaf at you, which tangled in your hair. You tried to ignore her for a while, carrying on with your food; as unlike her, you were ravenous. The last straw was when the ham slice slapped you across the cheek, and you gave her your best piercing stare of death. Right. You guessed that this would be a war of silence.
With your knife, you sliced off a chunk of meat from the spread, and discreetly aimed. Regret showed a little, this was your favourite food, and you were about to waste it, but you figured that slamming it into Lexa's face was worth it.
It flew straight, but, much to your annoyance, she reached for it, catching it square in her purely white teeth. You feigned a mock gasp, and mouthed:
"Manners!"
But she just swallowed, and stuck out her tongue. You stuck yours out in response, and you both giggled a bit too loudly, causing Anya to send you glares from the head of the table. Lexa cleared her throat, and you tucked your chair in properly, and let the sound of everyone's conversations lull you to a state of contentment.
That was, until Lexa mouthed to you:
"Want to leave?"
You checked around you, in case anyone was watching, but you nodded. You wanted out. Suddenly, Lexa started to make very loud gagging noises, as if being sick, and everyone, including a concerned Anya, turned to her. You followed her lead.
"Oh-oh no!" You struggled to lie, but you secretly found the prospect fun, "I'll get her outside." You slipped your plate under your coat, and pretended to help Lexa out of the room whilst everyone continued to eat. God, she was warm, her skin seemed to be more like fur.
Once you were outside, she sat down on the steps of the building, and sighed, tipping her head back to the sky.
"That was a relief," she exhaled, pushing her hair out of her eyes. You peered back at the full plate of food in your other hand, and had one thought:
Revenge.
You brought the food above your head, and then down, rather over dramatically, onto her face, and through her hair. Potato, meat and some sort of sauce rolled down her cheeks; a more tasty war paint, you thought gladly.
She slipped the plate away, and looked back at you, her face blank. Kicking off, you ran around the corner, a now screaming Lexa grabbing for you.
Oh, how revenge is sweet.