"Don't you dare!" Violet said, turning to run, but Ryan was too fast for her.
He grinned at her and then smashed that cake right into her face, taking care to smear the cream on her hair. That was a good cake, and it was a shame to waste it on a public display of breakup.
"Food fight!" someone yelled from the back of the dining hall, who Violet suspected was Blake.
A few girls rushed for the exits, but they were not fast enough. Food of different varieties went flying through the air--muffins, sandwiches, and salads. Anything that could fly, did. Girls who styled their hair to perfection became soup and juice-covered beasts. The dining hall became a war zone, and nobody was safe.
"There was no point to this, you know," Ryan said as they ducked under a table to hide.
"No point but amus
