(Something different than my usual content)


Caroline did her best not to gag in her mouth at the sight next to her: her crush making out with the head cheerleader. The sight alone was enough for Caroline to hurl as she opened her locker for next period. All she wanted was to get her books but no, fate decided to remind her of what she yet to have.

Caroline is a beautiful woman with chestnut hair and amber eyes. She attends Angelwood University where the students are required to wear a specific school uniform. Caroline's outfit was a white blouse with a pleated skirt, knee high white socks, and black penny loafers. The white blouse had the school's emblem on it and her pleated skirt was a red buffalo-plaid. She also wore a red ribbon tie. Among other things, she is very smart, being deemed a nerd in the university.

The brunette couldn't help but give a sideways glance at the displays of affections, making her sick. Thankfully, her crush, Roland, had to leave and left the head cheerleader, Charlotte, with a small kiss on her cheek.

Charlotte, herself, is also a beautiful woman but has dark hair and green eyes. As mentioned before, she is the head cheerleader at Angelwood. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform with the dominant colors being red and black (similar to Glee cheerleader uniforms) and Mary Jane heels.

She feigned wanting him to stay even though she knew he had to go. Eventually she released and waved goodbye. Caroline finally felt her mind focus and gathered her items for her next class. She closed her locker

Only to see Charlotte glaring at her down.

Unfazed, Caroline gave one back. The two had history, always crushing on Roland since freshman year. Charlotte had been the one to earn him as she had more courage than to ask him out which made Caroline dejected but she managed to hide it. The two had immense hatred for each other.

"Eavesdrop much?" The black haired woman snarled.

"The make-out hall is two blocks away," the nerd shot back.

"Well, I'm glad you are here," the head cheerleader replied, "So we can have a little girl time."

"Since when have you wanted to chat with me? You only ask for the answers on homework," Caroline replied indifferently.

Charlotte refrained from rolling her eyes and looked Caroline right in the eyes, "Let's get one thing straight. You and Roland never going to happen."

"Oh? So you're threatened by me?" Caroline retorted before collecting herself, "It doesn't matter what you think. I don't need Roland to satisfy my needs like you."

"*Scoff* As if. Roland likes me," the cheerleader replied before getting closer to the nerd's face. "Deal with it."

"I could care less about you or your many boyfriends you have had," Caroline said, "I'm here for education. Not affection."

"Please," Charlotte defended, "You should watch yourself."

Carolina started to back away, not caring what the cheerleader said, "I have other options than clinging to a silly crush. We are women now. So you should keep yourself in check." And with that, the nerd turned around and left

Before getting a gooey whipped cream to her face.

Carolina had closed her eyes as the pastry collided into her face. The rich filling dripped down her face, as her mouth was wide open in shock. She didn't have much time to reciprocate as another pie plowed into her face. The pastry contents fell down onto her white blouse and dripped downwards to her red skirt. Drips of cream fell down her skirt and landed on her black penny loafers, leaving specks of cream on them.

Carolina spit out any cream that got in her mouth and wiped any crust that remained on her face. She could hear the jocks laughing about their exploit and definitely heard Charlotte snickering underneath her mouth.

Annoyed, Caroline's on time schedule now took an unexpected turn as she had to clean herself now in the girl's restroom.



You see, here at Angelwood University, pies to the face are a common occurrence. Even though it was considered an Ivy League school, it didn't mean that students enjoyed a little mischief. But that was not publicly advertised since they had a reputation to uphold. Angelwood had many students that were victims of the pieing that was done mostly by the jocks. Why they were the ones who did it, no one cares.



"I want the world
I want the whole world
I want to lock it
All in my pocket
It's my bar of chocolate
Give it to me now"

"Cut!"

Oakley stopped her singing part before the drama teacher gave her tips about her range. She mentally huffed, not needing these tips since she considered herself to be the best.

Oakley is a blonde-haired student with brown eyes playing as Veruca Salt in Angelwood's production "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." She found herself perfect for the role as she thought she had every bit of vanity that the brat had. She was also known to be quite the diva in theater, making the cast just unable to stand her.

They were currently having a dress rehearsal so Oakley was dressed as her character in a long-sleeved red button-up short dress of black buttons on the bodice, white collar, a black broad band around the waist, and white fold-up cuffs with lace lining, white tights and patent black T-strap Mary Janes. The blonde deemed the costume necessary to play the part just right.

After being lectured by the drama professor, they take it from the top. And Oakley found her positioning again and started to sing.

"Gooses, geeses
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for Easter
At least a hundred a day
And by the way

I want a feast
I want a bean feast

Cream buns and doughnuts
And fruitcake with no nuts
So good you could go nuts
No, now

I want a ball
I want a party
Pink macaroons
And a million balloons
And performing baboons and
Give it to me now

I want the world
I want the whole world
I want to lock it
All up in my pocket
It's my bar of chocolate
Give it to me now

I want today
I want tomorrow
I want to wear 'em
Like braids in my hair and
I don't want to share 'em

I want a party with roomfuls of laughter
Ten thousand tons of ice cream
And if I don't get the things I am after
I'm going to scream

I want the works
I want the whole works
Presents and prizes
And sweets and surprises
Of all shapes and sizes

And now"

Oakley had hit every note perfectly, she was being quite the diva on stage. The blonde did her best to even mimic the movie exactly. She made her way close to the apron of the stage and sang to the top of her lungs, too busy living in the moment.

"Don't care how
I want it now
Don't care how
I want it nowwww!"

Normally this would be the part where Oakley would slide down a chute and off stage but the props are still being worked on. But Oakley didn't mind, she liked the idea of not having to disappear off-stage. The blonde stood proud, imagining a standing ovation for her number. She closed her eyes and pictured being showered with roses. By the time Oakley opened her eyes, she was showered

*SPLAT*
*SPLAT*
*SPLAT*

By three, thick, graham cracker crust, whipped cream pies.

Oakley couldn't believe someone would do this to her of all people. One pie had splattered against her beautiful face, making her take a step back in shock. Two more plastered her body, directly mucking up her costume. The pies fell down her costume, crust engraved on it. The tin fell onto her Mary Janes which were nearly soaking in white cream themselves before bits of crust fell onto them as well.

Oakley stood still, unable to comprehend who would humilate such an actress like herself.

In the front row, three guys were laughing their heads off as they were the ones to humiliate the blonde actress. They were silent when the drama professor approached them and asked them to leave. The jocks made a snarky remark -something along the lines that drama is a waste or something- before leaving as they were told.

As soon as they left, Oakley finally was able to regain her voice

And screamed at her pied outfit.



Behind the stage, Lillian thought she heard a scream. But she dismissed such a claim and went back to rehearsing her own lines as she was the understudy for Oakley.

Lillian is a wonderful student with black hair and eyes. Currently, she was wearing Angelwood's school uniform. She is also taking part in Angelwood's production of "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory," but again, as an understudy. And she hated it.

Since she was the understudy for Oakley, she mentally knew that the blonde would steal the show as she had never missed a day of rehearsal or a performance given how she has a perfect track record. Thinking more and more about it just annoyed and infuriated the black-haired girl.

And today was no different.

Given how it was a dress rehearsal, Lillian was in the dressing room right now. Not that it mattered since Oakley had "made one for herself and only herself." So, for some private time, Lillian opted to head there for some peace and quiet. Plus this was deemed a safe-space for her as she could dress up in anything she wanted, at least in her opinion.

She was currently reading the lines when Veruca got her ticket when the idea of dressing up entered her mind. Technically, she was alone and no one would see her

"Eh, it's better than just reading lines," she said with a shrug.

And without further ado, she dove in -figuratively- and started to try dozens of outfits on.

Lucky for her, there was a mirror within the dressing room, so she could see how she looked. Needless to say, she looked gorgeous in everything.

So notably ones were a cowgirl, a medieval princess dress, an astronaut, a monster costume, and many more.

Then she wore a French maid outfit and honestly this one she loved the most.

It was a simple black satin fabric with a knee length skirt. She donned a white headpiece and a black bow tie with the costume. And her frilly white socks and black patent leather Mary Janes from her school uniform looked so dashing on her.

Seeing herself in the mirror made her downright beautiful in her opinion.

*WHISTLE*

Hearing the whistle, Lillian turned around before seeing something that made her freeze.

Two arrogantly looking jocks with their arms around their backs.

"Hey good-looking," said one.

'Great just what I need,' Lillian thought as she mentally rolled her eyes, 'Men acting like dogs towards me.'

"Wanna you say you become my maid for real," the second one said with a seductive look in his eyes.

Lillian nearly puked at the idea. It's a costume, not her actual appearance.

"Sorry, but I don't date dogs," the black haired girl responded with her arms folded.

"No need to be like that," the first one said, not taking the hint.

"May I spell it out for you?" Lillian said, this time rolling her eyes for real.

Both of the jocks' faces nearly shifted before they refigured themselves. 'One last try' they both thought before revealing their secret hand.

"Are you sure? This is a once in a lifetime chance. Dating an athlete," the second one stressed.

"It won't be that bad," the first one added.

Lillian sarcastically replied, "Yeah. Satisfying your needs is truly something I will not do. If I wanna date, I'll date for my choice."

The jocks shared a look before asking in unison, "Is that your final answer?"

"Yes, it is," Lillian responded, marching towards them. Stopping at their faces, she sharply responded, "Now leave."

Both jocks shrugged, walking backwards as Lillian continued to pursue them in leaving. When they exited the dressing room, the jocks made a request, "May we just say one thing?"

Lillian thought for a while. On one hand these bozos could leave her alone again, but they might be sincere if they were going to apologize. "Errrr fine," she said with an eye roll, "What is it?"

"I hope that costume is washable."

Lillian didn't get time to process what they said as a banana cream pie was smashed into her face. The black haired girl didn't get time to think as three more were applied to her person. Another one had gooped up her face while two were slammed into her chest, staining the outfit.

Lillian immediately wiped the pastry off her person before seeing that the French maid outfit was trashed beyond repair. Some of the cream and crust dripped onto her bowtie and into her cleavage, getting the outfit messy from the inside. The remnants also dripped down to her socks and heels, getting yellow stains from the incident.

The black haired girl managed to see again only to see the jocks sharing a high-five with three other athletes as the five of them laughed at their exploits. Disgusted, Lillian went to take off the maid costume while thinking of some way to clean it without the drama professor finding out.