*SPLAT*

Jonathan did his best not to be annoyed with the action that just occurred upon him. He had been at this school for four weeks and a small fraction of the higher class still treated him awful all because he was a lower class student. The ONLY lower class student who made it into this prep school, Northside School for Males.

Jonathan is a cute dirty blonde male with jade eyes. He wanted to be a fashion designer growing up. As mentioned before, Jonathan came from the lower class. So going to a school of higher class men got him some... unwanted attention from some them. Attending this prestigious prep school made the lower class male have to wear a uniform during his stay. There is a distinguished uniform for men to wear or one could wear something formal every weekday. A suit, tuxedo, even a dress shirt or uniform from another prep school were allowed. On the weekends though, it was free dress.

Back to the present, Jonathan looked down to his choice of formal wear he wore today: a gray dress shirt with black trousers, over the calf dress socks, and black dress shoes. Or rather what had became of it.

One of his FIVE tormentors had just added on to the list of humiliations he kept receiving as if he was getting a proper welcome that would probably won't end until either he graduated or they left. Jonathan's gray dress shirt was stained with warm chili that had been thrown at his neck. The Mexican food continued to slide down his attire, onto his trousers, and landing on his dress shoes.

*SQUIRT*

And adding insulting to injury, a small brown stream of syrup now ran down the lower class student's blonde hair. Jonathan felt it run down his hair, onto his already chili covered dress shirt, staining it even further. Jonathan took it all, keeping a straight face, not wanting to show weakness.

But this was the last straw. The outfit that had just been ruined was one of Jonathan's favorite outfits he liked to wear. But no, these "men" had continued to mock him for four weeks. Now it was his turn of revenge, not on those two but all five are about to get some serious humiliation of their own.

Jonathan stormed out from the cafeteria -this was were the act began and other students did not notice him- as he heard the laughter getting smaller and smaller. He didn't change his expression until he was in his dorm. There, the lower class felt relieved...

And began his plan.

...

It was Friday, where men were supposed to wear their best before the weekend. It was about 5:55 PM, the campus was closing for the night... but seven figures were still about.

One figure was Jonathan who was currently decked out, wearing a white tuxedo shirt, a black bow tie, slacks, over the calf dress socks, and patent leather dress shoes. He already had his plan ready to set into action and ready to give the bullies a taste of their own medicine.

He came across the location where they met, the theater. Jonathan had sent an anonymous text to the five tormentors. What it was about and how he got their numbers, it mattered not. He saw all of them standing around on the stage, wondering who had sent the message.

Going clockwise, there was Perry, a handsome male with brown hair and marble grey eyes; he was the one who had thrown chili at Jonathan. He often threw slushes or food at the lower class, humiliating and embarrassing him. Perry was currently wearing the school uniform: a light blue dress shirt, black dress vest, a blue and black blazer, black trousers, dress socks, and squared toed dress shoes.

Left of Perry was Malcom, another handsome male with slick back, curly brown hair and glasz eyes; he usually teams up with Perry considering their roommates, often throwing a slushy at Jonathan's face and attire as well. He was responsible for the squirted syrup in Jonathan's hair earlier as well. Like his roommate, Malcom had on the school uniform with the same shirt, blazer, vest, and tie, but with black shorts that exposed his knees and black over the calf dress socks in his pointy black dress shoes.

Left to Malcom is Pablo, a posh male with blonde hair and gray eyes who is also the son of the director of Cypress Fashion Academy for Men; he often loads Jonathan's locker with shaving cream, drenching him usually four times a week. Pablo currently has on a white dress shirt, navy blue suit jacket, a black tie with white circle-like spots, navy blue slacks, dress socks, and black dress shoes.

Beside him was Millard, a smug Caucasian male with brown hair and blue eyes. He often tormented Jonathan by humiliating him in mud, usually by passing by and elbowing him into any mud pit, drenching his attire. Millard was decked out in a blue tuxedo jacket with a whimsical design pattern, blue dress shirt, bow tie, navy blue slacks, dress socks, and black loafers.

And finally, Martin ended the circle. He is a Caucasian with brown combed hair, grey eyes, and a strict aura that radiated discipline. He first met Jonathan when he was just entering, and he was already disgusted by the lower class in a higher class school. He had gather the five together to make Jonathan's life a living humiliation everyday he walked on the campus. The strict male was wearing, what the entire school had dubbed his signature look: on a light blue dress shirt with thin lines, a navy blue suit jacket, slacks, and wearing black tassel loafers without socks on.

Jonathan secretly smiled, seeing all five in together. This was perfect. Jonathan was so ready to give them what they had coming. He was currently eavesdropping on their conversation. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he got a few bits of it, mostly about gossip and ways to make the lower class himself humiliated. The "victim" had his plan all figured out for them. They were all lined up, ready for some karma.

Jonathan immediately started with activating the sprinkler system above them. Only it didn't spray water... rather chocolate "rain." The prankster now had a smiling in his face, watching the bullies getting their formal attire drenched in the chocolate, the brown molten liquid running down their respective suits they decided to wear for the night. The rain went on for about ten minutes, smothering the five constantly and overreacting with their pompous, all knowing attitude. Perry and Malcom used their hands to protect their oh-so precious suits, Pablo was standing like a rich kid with a shock expression and mannerism, Millard looked partially annoyed at the sudden action, and Martin remained unfazed while accepting the downpour. Jonathan snickered uncontrollably, loving the humiliation these higher class men deserved. But he got some splatters of chocolate on his attire too but not was stained.

Jonathan got his other humiliation ready. He grabbed a hose that he had brought with him and said hose was contacted to a large tub of chocolate. How he got this, no one knew, but mattered not. Jonathan let out a whistle, getting the drenched males' attention. They turned...

And where met with a wave of thick, gooey chocolate.

The impact was immediate, gunging the bullies in the substance. Their handsome faces were splattered in the chocolate, their precious attires getting the same fate. Perry and Malcom got gunged completely, Pablo next, followed by Millard and finally Martin, before going in the opposite order, repeating all the same. All of them were shocked by this action. Jonathan decided to add some movement to the spraying as well, acting like a firefighter by moving the hose up, down, left, right, intent on getting them in full coverage. The nozzle of the hose bursted a bit, spraying Jonathan as well. But he didn't care, this was about revenge.

Revenge for every food that trashed his attire.

Revenge for every time shaving cream was poured onto him.

Revenge for every mud pit he landed in.

Revenge for just looking down on the lower class in general.

The deluge continued until there was nothing left in the tank. Jonathan then got a good look at the tormentors and their attire. Every bit made him happy to see them get what he deserved.

They resembled chocolate humans, still dripping from the blasts they received. Starting off, Perry's handsome face was drenched in the chocolate, streaks along his hair. His blue and black suit jacket, dress shirt, vest and tie were completely tarnished in the brown substance. His slacks were no better, with stains on them. His black dress socks were lucky to get only a few splotches on them, but his black dress shoes were completely engulfed in chocolate.

Malcom resembled his roommate's appearance, both his face and hair coated in chocolate. His suit jacket, dress shirt, vest, and tie had been "changed" to brown. He probably shouldn't have worn shorts, considered his legs were also immersed in brown too, the shorts as well. His over the calf socks had taken a full blast, large noticeable stains on them and his pointy dress shoes shared the same fate as his roommates, drenched in chocolate as well.

Pablo's blond combed hair was now a chocolate mess, having been mixed in. His suit jacket, tie, and dress shirt were immersed in brown to the point of no return. The posh man had chocolate stained deeply in his slacks, his dress socks and shoes covered the same dressing. He was the most outright mad of the five, the son of the director was flailing about, sending chocolate everywhere as he threw a tantrum.

Millard's precious navy blue tuxedo was a chocolate divine masterpiece. The smug male's brown hair only darkened from the "splashdown," his face also the same. The azure dress shirt, tuxedo jacket, and bow tie were damped greatly, the latter was now crooked from the impact. His slacks were like the rest so far, immersed with chocolate, and his "precious" navy blue dress socks and black loafers were coated from the brown substance.

And finally, Martin. The extinguished, strict male who demanded order... Was the ultimate trashed victim, being a main target. The strict male was covered head to toe the most, Jonathan making his point very clear he was done being the victim. His signature light blue dress shirt, navy blue suit jacket, and tie dripped from the gunging. His slacks looked dipped in a chocolate downpour, no amount of protection would have helped. Since he was not wearing socks, his ankles also were chocolate covered and his black tassel loafers were filled inside, squishing could be heard, and outside with the chocolate.

Jonathan made have targeted him, but the lower class was also drenched in chocolate somewhat. Their was a very noticeable diagonal dark chocolate stain along his white tuxedo shirt. The sleeves had multiple drops from the downpour he had set off. His black bow tie and cute face had splotches all it, some of his hair also received the unintentional squirt. His slacks were dripping with the residue that the chocolate dripped down and landed on his black patent leather shoes.

But he did not care if he was covered in chocolate himself. He believes he had made his point across, seeing them slip as they fell on the chocolate covered stage now. He left with a satisfied smirk on his mouth, walking with glee at his tormentors' embarrassing chocolate fest that would be one for the books. Jonathan had to admit, this revenge was sweet!