The Insiders

Leigh didn't want to be involved in a food fight. Though she did love food. And the occasional fight.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had already grabbed an egg from the fridge and lobbed it at who ever threw the one at her (probably Jamie). She didn't even know what had caused the fight, though based on Frank and Red Hair's angry expressions, she had a good guess.
"Faggot!" Jamie screamed at Frank, chucking an entire box of cake mix at his head.
Frank blushed bright red. His brilliant scheme had backfired, well, brilliantly. He knew this was going to happen, and wouldn't have let it bother him if only Jamie hasn't also thrown a frosted cupcake (seriously what was the deal with people and cupcakes?) He watched Gwyn frown and yell a bunch of rude words back while violently throwing a banana.
It would have ended right then and there if Claire, a Jamie-wannabe hadn't thrown The Egg.
"Hey emo! You're one of them right!" she screamed at Leigh, who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Frank watched open mouthed as The Egg thrown by Claire spattered the short brunette's cheek. Leigh looked up in wonder and... shrugged. Frank could've sworn she would have gone all rabid squirrel (she kinda reminded him of a crazy squirrel, I don't know), but she was treating the whole thing with major chill.
Or so he thought, as he went back to the fight.
As Jamie was about to smash a pie on his head, an egg whizzed through the air and landed in her hair. Before the enemy, aka Jamie's suck-ups, could get their bearings, more eggs came zipping through the air as though fired by a machine gun.
Gwyn, Frank, and the few other misfits they had recruited to their side looks around. Franks eyes finally landed on Leigh, who was laughing her ass off.
But not for long. The enemy was back, and attacked with full force. Things actually started to get pretty rough, with insults hurled from each side that neither could take back. It was like something out of a stupid movie, with two rival gangs fighting over who insulted who. The whole thing was absolutely ridiculous. And Leigh, Gwyn, and Frank were haunt the time of their lives.
Frank and Leigh (who was officially part of the fight at this point) crouched behind a table out of breath from laughter. It was weird; Leigh had the aura about her that could make anything fun and see the hilarity in something like this. At first, the whole fight had seemed pretty serious, but now the three were treating it like a joke. They weren't even trying any more. Leigh popped up from behind the table to allow a pie to slam her in the face. Gwyn was on the floor laughing. Leigh dipped and finger in it and tasted.
"Needs more sugar." The great thing was, her carefree attitude seemed to just irritate The Other Side.
"Would you idiots stop before you make fools of yourself? Pie is definitely not your color," said Jamie, who ironically enough was wearing a thick coat of cake frosting. Leigh just rolled her eyes and chucked an egg over in their general direction half heartily. Wow, this was like something out of a really bad highschool movie. Belleville high was simultaneously completely stereotypical and not at all normal. Weird.
Suddenly, the door banged open.
"Leigh Evans, I saw that!"
"B-but..." Leigh frantically pointed to the other side, who were cowering and making themselves look as pitiful as possible. She sighed.
"Leigh Evans, Frank Iero, Gwyn Thompson, detention!"
***
Leigh plunked herself on a chair and frowned. She had almost gone a whole week without detention, which was pretty vreat, but the way she got it she wasn't so happy about. Man, food fighting like third graders? Olivia was going to kill her.
Thoughshe had to admit, fighting beside Frabk and Gwyn had almost been...fun. Though she knew she could never actually become friends with them (she shivered) they were pretty cool. Maybe she could try talking with them on occasion...
No. Absolutely not. Out of the question.
Look at all of the trouble helping them out had gotten her in. She had hoped that she could at least go a month without detention, but she had a feeling the Insiders got it nearly everyday. Which honestly wasn't fair; Jamie and the others had been the fight's initiators but all they had to do was bat an eyelash and they were in the clear. Leigh figured it was the Insiders "rebel" attire that made teachers always assume they were the trouble makers.
Her suspicions were confirmed when a familiar boy with chin length black hair an hazel eyes walked in grumpily.
"Wassup Gerard," Frank waved to him and Gwyn nodded her head in greeting. Gerard plunked down into the empty seat between Frank and Leigh.
"What're you guys in for?" he asked the Gwyn and Frank.
"Food fight," replied the red head matter-of-factly. Gerard snorted.
"What is this, third grade?"
"It was actually pretty fun," giggled Gwyn, "You should've seen Leigh throw that pie!"
Gerard turned to Leigh, finally registering that she was there. His eyes widened in surprise. She shrugged but couldn't hold back and snicker.
"I'm pretty sure I ate more than I threw," she smirked, pulling a piece of a cupcake out of her pocket and munched in it. The other giggled.
"Man, I miss out on all the fun," Gerard frowned, then brightened.
"Hey, Leigh, you know my offer's still good if you wanna join us for lunch,"
"Yeah, that'd be awesome!" Frank was practically bouncing in his seat. That kid was hyper with a capital "H".
Leigh found it much harder to turn them down this time.

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