Daughter of Kellin Quinn

The Reinvite

*Copeland's POV*

I walked into school with the biggest smile on my face. For some reason, I was extremely happy. I carried a mini-sized double chocolate cake with colorful sprinkles to each hour until lunch pulled in. I didn't want to do anything in first hour, even though Kenadee was in there, and it was too early to manipulate my evil plan anyway. God, listen to me, I sound like I'm a villain. So I killed the time thinking exactly what I had to do. I honestly can't wait!

Lunch came quick and before I knew it, Kenadee was right there at the vending machine. I slowly took in a deep breath and seized my way over to her, holding the cake in one hand and swaying my other hand to the side as I walked. She was standing with a couple of her friends that she knew. Her face was perfectly powdered to the right consistency. It would be a shame if someone, (me) just shuffled over to her and slipped, causing the wonderful decorated cake in my palm to smash her face, smearing all the sprinkles and frosting over her expensively sequenced top.

I'm terrible, but this is exciting just thinking about it. I could get in trouble and get suspended, but it is so worth it. I'm tired of her being mean to me.

"Hey, Kena," I announced a little loudly so her and her friends noticed at me. "How's it going?" She peered at the cake in my hand.

"Excuse me?" she said giving me the evil eye.

"Woah, you're not allowed to call her Kena. Only her friends can call her that and you're not her friend," one of her friend's said. She had long, pretty brownish hair with a tint of red in it. I would love to smash her face and pull her hair out too, but she's not my main target.

"Oh, I already know that," I said sarcastically, smiling at her. I directed my attention to Kenadee. "So, I made you a cake. It's from scratch and I know you'll love it." I handed her the cake, but she didn't accept it.

"I don't take my cake chocolate. I take it vanilla."

A way to word your sentence, blondie. "Well then, looks like you're just gonna have to take it, bitch!" I chucked the cake right in her face and pressed down as hard as I could. She screamed for dear life, like someone just attacked her with a knife. It was just a cake and I'm trying to have a little fun, and it worked! I ran from the lunch room and into the bathroom. I'm going to remember this moment forever!

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I got in trouble because her friends told on me. I got suspended for the rest of the week. It was Tuesday, so until Friday and then I can go back; so pretty much next week is when I can start up again.

The school called my dad to notify him on what happened. He was very disappointed in me, but then again, he was proud as well. He's like I stood up for myself and didn't back down from her. If she called me names then she deserved to have a cake thrown in her face. But now I'm not allowed to make a cake unless it's for a birthday and not for chucking it at people. Although a cake fight does sound pretty fucking awesome to do in the future.

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"You do realize that I'm not letting you off the hook, right?" my dad said folding his arms across his chest.

"Yes, I know. But come on! You said so yourself, she deserved it! She's sort of a bully to everyone. Name calling and all?"

"I know what you mean. But still, that isn't right." He walked away and left me sitting on the couch by myself.

He started walking up the stairs until.

"Hey, dad?"

"Hmmm?"

"I know I'm in trouble at school, but not technically in the house. So can I have someone over for a while?"

"And who might that be?"