"And then... that... that... student had the nerve to humiliate me! Can you believe that!?"

Martin had just finished his story about to his "chocolate" experience to his country club friends. Said friends rolled their eyes, being tired of hearing about this Jonathan man and his actions. From what they could tell, Martin had it coming since he thought he was all high and mighty at Northside School for Males.

(If you are wondering who Jonathan is or the story Martin was telling, read "Lower Class Chocolate")

Martin is a Caucasian with combed brown hair and grey eyes. When anyone saw him, they just saw this strict aura he gave off. His heritage is wealthy, so he is able to attend Northside. It was the weekend, so he decide to hang out with a few of his non school friends at the local country club. He was dressed smartly, a black suit jacket, white dress shirt, black tie, slacks, and a pair of slip on loafers since he went sock-less for tonight. He met up with three of his friends that were available.

First is Jeremy, a handsome man with combed brown hair and light blue eyes. He wore a gray suit jacket, white dress shirt, black tie, gray slacks, and black tassel loafers.

Then there is Levin, a cute tanned man with combed back dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He is currently adorned in a black tuxedo jacket, white dress shirt, black bow tie, slacks, and black velvet loafers.

Lastly is Parker, an attractive man with dirty blonde hair with blue eyes as well. He was dressed in a navy blue suit jacket, thin blue striped dress shirt, blue tie, white slacks, and black tassel loafers.

Each came from a rich background, but were more accepting to the idea of interacting with lower classes. Hearing Martin complain about his recent gunge was quite annoying, but it is not like he had it coming. And now they were hearing about straight from his mouth, which was exhausting to them. Parker just sipped his cinder while Levin and Jeremy were on their phones pretending to listen.

"And that is why I have a new idea of getting even that lower class!" The three friends sweat dropped at Martin, who was grinning like a madman.

"Sincerely?" Parker deadpanned.

"Yeah... I mean from what you have said he made his point very clear," Levin voiced.

"Not to mention, you are dragging this feud longer. It's been what four weeks and you still can't accept this new student. Dude, just stop." Jeremy stressed.

This conflict was so annoying to them, but Martin did not care. Even his parents also were concerned about this obsession. They stressed that the world is changing and classes are not of importances right now. But Martin paid none of that to his attention! He is a man of order. And Jonathan should have known his place. Martin would make sure of it.

His friends were just about done with his obsession of this student. If they didn't know any better, this would be a crush. But they doubt infatuation was the case here...

While his friends "listened" to Martin's scheme, Parker was busy trying a coconut peanut butter pie. The country club had a full table of the pie and they were conveniently standing in front of it. Martin had one is his hand and was using for emphasis. "So during that lower class' time to eat, I will approach him with a pie, and smash it into his face! He will look so humiliated, his precious "smart dress" ruined. And he will remember his place!"

"Dude, that's not a plan," Jeremy deadpanned.

"Yeah, that's just being a jerk," Levin added.

Martin rolled his eyes. "Then how would you teach that blonde a lesson of his place?"

"Well for starters..." Parker said, after grabbing other pie...

Before smashing it into Martin's face, leaving an explosion of the peanut butter along his face, hair and flakes on the victim's shoulders...

And a shock expression made its way on Martin's face.

"I would let the petty grudge go." Parker finished, acting as if he didn't pie Martin. Levin and Jeremy held their laughter in, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Oh... so that's how it's going to be..." Martin began before grabbing another pie and slamming it into Parker's face himself. It gave him the same effect as he did. No one ever got away with humiliating Martin without getting a taste of their own right back at them.

What happened was a pie fight with every remaining on the table between the two. They plastered each other, getting complete coverage as Parker was trying to make a point while Martin was getting revenge for being hit first. Jeremy and Levin stood by, unfortunately too close as they received their own pies against them. They eventually joined in retaliation, plastering the two before switching to each other. They had a free for all pie fight, complete with using all the pies. "Explosions" with off from each collision. As they grabbed the remaining four: Parker splattered his into Martin. Martin's into Levin. Levin's into Jeremy. And Jeremy's into Parker, going in a full circle.

Any other country club members who witnessed this saw it as a childish aspect, so they looked away as they walked passed. After the slapstick, the four men were tarnished in the coconut peanut butter pies.

Jeremy looked like a peanut butter being, due to the fact that he was immersed in the contents along with the dark brown crust along his face and hair. The grey suit jacket, white dress shirt, and black tie now adorned a nice paste along them, and his handkerchief would not be enough to clean this (not that he would care). His slacks were slathered in same paste, and his black tassel loafers, immersed with crust and cream.

Levin was littered in the pie stains. The dirty blonde had been pelted along his face and hair, ruining his appearance. His black bow tie was crooked and the black tuxedo jacket was coated in peanut butter. The white dress shirt he had own was exposed to the substances too, and his slacks were in same condition seeing as someone had pied his crotch -on accident or purpose he didn't know-. And his velvet loafers caught any dripping crust and cream on them.

Parker both himself and his attire was oozing in the pies. The gooey substances had trashed his face and dirty blonde hair. The navy blue suit, light blue dress shirt, and blue tie were victims of the pastries, having been smothered in peanut butter pies. His slacks were not faring any better, pie stains were very noticeable, and residue fell onto his black tassel loafers.

But frankly, these three didn't mind be covered in pies, unlike Martin, who was the most trashed off them all. His smug face was ruined alongside his hair. The black suit jacket, white dress shirt, and black tie was oozing from the peanut butter in the pies, crust and cream smeared among it. His white handkerchief would do nothing against this amount of damage, even it is also in the same condition. His slacks joined the same lineup as his clothes, and his black loafers, like the rest, were standing in the remains of the slapstick.

His friends were amused while Martin was not. "Look what you have done!!" Martin exclaimed.

"Oh please, you need to get over it," Parker said.

"Yeah, how long do you plan to have this petty grudge?" Levin questioned.

"Dude, we can trash you more if we need to emphasize," Jeremy suggested, "considering you look like you need a few more plastering."

Martin couldn't believe this! But then he began to mull over the suggestion, and was reluctantly willing to comply...

Especially because he had two humiliations this week so far. Like what's next, a guacamole shower! Martin so didn't need more gunk on his body and suits.