There was silence in the mess hall. Utter shock and amazement were in all their faces.
Meanwhile, Max smiled at himself.
Max: Hmph.
The whole classroom suddenly erupted on OOOOOOOhs.
Tiffany: What the...
Luke: No way.
Rose: Go, Max!
Ken: I don't believe it. This guy is just full of surprises.
Vince took the plate off his head and wiped the rice off his face.
His anger was so visible that the entire class became quiet.
Max: Uhhhh....
Max did not anticipate that much anger coming from him.
He took a step back.
Vince was steaming.
Vince: I'll kill you.
Vince grabbed another plate and threw it directly at him.
If Max was good at one thing, it was skateboarding. Skateboarding all those years had given him some pretty good reflexes, at least when it came to reacting to things coming right at him.
And so, he dodged it with ease.
But another footballer behind him got hit instead. He was of a similar build to Vince.
Footballer: Hey, Vincent!
Name: Carl Hemmingway
Age: 15
Description: Likes parties, maybe a little too much.
Occupation: Student, wide receiver
Fact: Is lactose intolerant.
Carl: Aim better!
He also angrily threw his rice at Vince, who also dodged, leading to the lead cheerleader getting hit. It landed in her long hair.
Cheerleader: Hey, what the heck!
Stolen novel; please report.
Carl: Oh sorry....
Cheerleader: Bite me!
Name: Clarissa
Age: 15
Description: As vain as you would think
Occupation: Student, lead cheerleader
Fact: Spends over half of her allowance on her hair. The other half on cute animal videos.
Clarissa continued to throw her own plate at Carl, and it hit yet another cheerleader seated next to him instead.
Other cheerleader: I knew it! I knew you were jealous of me!
Name: Miranda Michaels
Age: 15
Description: the "nice" girl
Occupation: Student, cheerleader, school photographer
Fact: Backed up somewhere, she has photos of things no one would like to see.
She angrily squealed before throwing her own plate, missing and hitting somebody else as well.
This pattern went on for only a few moments before the entire room was full of people throwing their food at each other.
A full-blown food fight, and Max was in the middle of it.
Back at Tiffany's table, she quickly hatched a plan.
Their table was at the corner end of the lunch room.
Tiffany: Luke!
Luke: Right!
Luke grabbed the table and set it on its side, blocking all or any food coming their way.
Rose looked up from behind the table to gaze upon the spectacle before being pulled back in by Tiffany.
Tiffany: Hey, be careful!
Rose: B.. but Max.
Tiffany: Ken?
Ken was watching from the side of the now fallen table.
Ken: I see him. He's dodging the food.
Tiffany and Luke: All of it?
Ken: Yep!
Rose: Yay! Go Max!
Tiffany: (thinking: But how?)
Max continued to side step several lunch plates or clods of food. Given his skateboarding experience, reacting quickly to incoming obstacles was childsplay.
At that point, only a bit of the food was actually aimed at him. But, of course, there would be those just randomly throwing things.
Vince grabbed a handful of rice and rushed at him, but Max ducked away and grabbed a plate for defence as Vince was attacked by other clods of food from random hurlers.
Max: Phew.
As he took a breath of relief, a chunk of chicken came flying at him. He sensed that it would miss, but he also knew that it would hit the person hiding from the fight under a chair right next to him.
He blocked it with the plate, and when he looked inside, he saw an extraordinarily pretty cheerleader under a table smile and giggle at him.
He nervously scratched his hair and smiled before he heard his name.
It was Tiffany.
Tiffany: Max! Get over here!
As it would turn out, all that dodging had let him a few meters away from Tiffany's table. She was looking at him from the corner.
Tiffany: Max!
He quickly stopped what he was doing and ran behind the table, all the while dodging more flying food.
He jumped inside and was yanked in by Tiffany.
Max: What the..
For someone like Tiffany to simply yank him, needless to say, Max was shocked by her physical strength.
Rose: Max, I'm so glad you're ok.
Rose held his hand.
Tiffany: What the hell were you... ugh. We're leaving. We are not getting in trouble for this.
Max: What!
Tiffany: Ken?
Ken: Yeah. We should be able to make it to the door without any food on us if Luke carries the table with him as a shield?
Tiffany: Luke? Is it too heavy?
Luke: A little, but I'll manage.
Tiffany: Alright.
Ken: The only problem now is that someone could come up from behind us and snipe us with some food. After all, we can't see what's going on, and Max is a favourite target.
Tiffany: I see.
Max quickly put two and two together.
Max: Oh, I know! I can go out there and act as a distraction for you guys.
He expected nods of agreement but instead got confused glances.