Trembling, eighteen-year-old Harper plucked her teal, heart shaped, pocket mirror from out the inside of her light blue, knee length, skin tight, waitress dress. Squinting, she steadied herself before eagerly applied her pink nouveau lipstick to her quivering, expectant lips. The lithe, five-foot-six teenager, took a moment to compose herself before elegantly puckering her lips together and kissing the lustrous glass before her. The youngster, having spotted a customer she fancied, had fled into the staff kitchen to pretty herself up, but overcome by nerves, had yet to re-emerge.

Anxiously undoing her top two buttons of her dress, the brunette glanced down upon the silver crucifix balancing over her chest. Raising her necklace to her lips, she kissed the elfin figurine of Jesus, and murmured, "Don't judge me", before releasing the crucifix from her grasp, allowing it to bounce down between her breasts. Opening out her collar to display her cleavage, she fretted, You can do this, you can do this, be brave. Partially convincing herself that she wasn't coming across as desperate, Harper brushed her curly, light brown, shoulder length hair away from her face. Glowing that she had wisely ditched her glasses for contact lenses that morning, the teenager wondered whether Bryan would even remember her face.

But it wasn't just Harper who had changed beyond all recognition, for the assertive, unflappable heir to his father's confectionery fortune, had himself once been severely overweight. A former classmate of Harper's, driven by his love for chocolate, Bryan had sported greasy skin, a pallid complexion and unkempt choppy blonde hair. Cursed by the seating plan to sit next to the bespectacled, shy, introvert in History, Bryan was regularly amused by the avid Christian's tendency to invariably talk neurotically to herself. Nevertheless, he found her cute, charming and endearing, even if his lovesick heart was set elsewhere.

Upon turning eighteen, the vexatiously short, five-foot-six, blonde was determined to turn over a new leaf. Losing two stone inside three months, he swapped his chocolate addiction for an obsessional compulsion for working out at the gym. Newly attired with a six pack and a perfectly sculptured side parting, he had covertly become desirable for something other than his wealth. Admittedly, his good looks were important, but of course it helped that his father was a multi-millionaire. A fact of which, Harper was explicitly aware.

Harper, in contrast, felt that she had very little going for her, stuck as she was as a waitress in a failing milkshake bar 'Susie's Shakes.' Having under-performed in her A-Levels, she'd chosen not to go to University and was taking a year out to decide upon her next move. But of more immediate concern for Harper, was the conflict between her blossoming sexuality, and her steadfast Christian faith. Having recently identified herself as bisexual, the highly conflicted teenager fearfully questioned whether kissing another girl was a sin. Keen to suppress her impiety, Harper saw Bryan as her chance to escape her concupiscent life of moral bankruptcy. Seated by himself, the bar otherwise deserted, the blonde was surely easy prey. But having caught his eye, she had panicked and retreated to the safety of the staff area, where Bryan couldn't see her nerves begin to fray.

Then, just as the eighteen-year-old was sliding her lipstick away, Harper felt an unwelcome draft blow behind her, as the staff door creaked open once again. "Come on Harper, stop hiding. Believe it or not, we actually have a customer to serve!" Chloe, her aloof manager, huffed in dismay. Not bothering to hide her gall and contempt for her lazy, work-shy employee, the twenty-two-year-old, five-foot-eight redhead, decided to frighten her timid colleague back to work. "Harper, need I remind you that Susie is threatening to turn this place into a brothel if we don't improve our sales? Would you like to work as a call-girl instead? Or perhaps that goes against your Christian faith?" Then, judgmentally eyeing Harper's open collar, Chloe joked, "Or perhaps you know something I don't, for you seem to already be one step ahead! Look, I don't fancy being an escort or harlot, we can't afford to keep customers waiting. So, stop preening yourself and get back to work!"

Rather harried, the busty redhead was really feeling pressure from above. Susie, the bar's owner, was looking to turn the business into an online store, and Chloe didn't know a thing about the internet, beyond social media, obviously. Weekly profits were so infrequent that firing someone was beginning to look inevitable, rather than a furtive proposal for how to save 'Susie's Shakes.' Determined to save her own job, in Chloe's eyes, it was without question that the listless, diffident Harper would be the first girl to make way.

In fairness to Harper, she knew how to make every milkshake, and after months of costly mishaps, remained the only employee who actually knew how to both clean and fix the machines. Yet, tellingly, she possessed terrible customer relation skills. Even when serving regulars, she spent entire transactions staring nervously at her crucifix or her feet. Seemingly incapable of making eye contact, Harper rarely looked anyone square in the face. Failing to gel with her fellow waitresses, she became the fall guy to their petty squabbles and jokes every single day. In truth, she didn't know how to talk to them, for she preferred reading books, to watching whatever was the latest reality tv.

As manager, it was Chloe's duty to rise above the cruel jibes and bitchy backhanded comments aimed at the guileless, curly brunette. Harper was generous and kind and didn't deserve to be treated this way. Nevertheless, on some days, Harper could be so infuriating that the temptation to tease her proved just too hard to resist. Inevitably, Chloe would always feel terrible afterwards, and had to remind herself that she was twenty-two, not thirteen. But if they had to lose someone, it would have to be Harper, for she possessed the lowest customer satisfaction levels she had ever seen. To highlight Chloe's dread for redundancies, there were only the two of them working this afternoon, as the Monday afternoon shift was as dead as dead could be.

After a moment's pause, Harper stammered, "Sorry Chloe, but there's a cute guy out there. I want to look my best, before I serve him", almost apologetically, whilst staring nervously at her feet. "What, the guy with the red t-shirt?" asked Chloe, thoroughly intrigued. "Yeah, Bryan. Why?" replied Harper, sweet and innocently. "Wait, you know him?" Chloe responded, almost in disbelief. Continuing, she murmured under her breath, "Well, I never, Harper actually knows a guy. A hot one too, you learn something new every day." Raising her voice, she scolded, "Hey, don't you even think about serving Bryan, if that even is his name. I had my eye on him first. He's mine! That's an order, okay." Spluttering, Harper bravely inquired, "But, um, didn't you just tell me to get back to work Chloe?" Almost stumped for a reply, Chloe paused before spitting, "Yeah, but I've changed my mind, you can have another ten minutes break, you deserve it, so don't complain."

Unwilling to argue back, Harper, hid her face in her shoulder, before sucking on her silver necklace chain. This was the longest conversation she'd had with Chloe for weeks, and despite Chloe's mean scoffing and cold demeanour, it warmed Harper's heart just to hear her speak. For Harper had fancied the ravishingly stunning Chloe for years. Indeed, it was the redhead's large supple breasts and bewitching hour glass figure that had encouraged her to apply for a job at 'Susie's Shakes' the first place. She didn't even remotely like milkshake! But after months of cruel bullying and insouciant indifference Harper's crush had regretfully begun to fade away. Understandably, she was thinking of quitting and had begun to look for other part-time jobs elsewhere. Fortunately, for all concerned however, Chloe remained blissfully unaware of the teenager's deepest feelings and career plans, which Harper continued to keep hidden safely away.

Bravely summoning up the courage, Harper finally snapped and decided to no longer let Chloe have everything her own selfish way. "No, it's okay, I've had long enough, you put your feet up instead", Harper retorted, before spinning around and heading back to the bar. But just moments before the brunette opened the door, Chloe cried, "Harper", and poured an entire glass of banana milkshake over her exquisite, cute, unsuspecting head. Shrieking as the sweet cold beverage cascaded down her dazzlingly, resplendent curly hair, Harper hoped wildly from one foot to the other as she surveyed the room, looking for a weapon of her own to retaliate with, in revenge. Picking up a bottle of raspberry sauce, the brunette, her heart racing, heard a panicking Chloe hiss, "Don't you bloody dare!" Plucking up the courage, Harper squeezed down on the plastic tube, only to release nothing but stale air. Confused, she gave the bottle a shake and pinched it a second time, causing a mammoth spray of raspberry sauce to shoot up into her own face instead. Bent over in hysterics, Chloe struggled to open the door, as she joyfully gloated at luckless Harper's dismal fate. Her cheeks smothered in raspberry sauce, the brunette's whole body quivered as she felt a dollop splash down between her pert, uncovered breasts. Triumphant, Chloe burst through the door, but just as she elicited eye contact from Bryan, a bratty twelve-year-old appeared from out of nowhere and rudely demanded to be served first instead.

Sensing her chance, and without first bothering to dry herself down, Harper charged forwards beaming, "Next please". Recognising her instantly, Bryan warmly replied, "Oh, hi Harper, how are you?" before being interrupted mid-flow, as a dishy teenager, with curly, shoulder length, dirty blonde hair hurried inside. Turning around, his smile widening, Bryan cooed, "Ah there you are Ariah. Fashionably late as always. Fortunately, I saved you a seat." Evidently joking, the handsome blonde pointed across the empty bar. Wearing a Keven Harvick, white, authentic, fan, V-neck t-shirt and a short blue denim skirt, five-foot-six Ariah, Bryan's girlfriend, looked incomparably cool, compared to everyone else.

Ten years ago, Ariah and Harper had lived on opposite ends of the same street. Initially encouraged by their amiable mothers, as a matter of convenience, to play together, the two shy youngsters quickly became inseparable, with their best friend's house becoming like their second home. But then Ariah moved to the other side of town, made friends with far more popular girls and the two playmates swiftly drifted apart. Whilst Harper retreated into books and religion, the more athletic Ariah became gregarious and outgoing, developing an unexpected ultra-competitive nature as she became consumed by her new love for sport. Yet, plagued, in her mind, by freckles and an average appearance, besides her far prettier new friends, Ariah had very little success indeed with boys. But now eighteen and possessing a fuller figure, she had captured the heart, and wallet, of the most eligible bachelor of all.

In comparison to Harper, the sheepish, delicate brunette was unquestionably the prettier of the two teens. Yes, the coquettish Ariah possessed larger breasts and wider hips, but the dirty blonde's slightly angular face gave the timorous bookworm the edge. Harper was simply far more attractive, despite her meek, insecure undertones. Hence Harper was dismayed to discover that her former best friend had bagged the guy she had seemingly, and cruelly, ignored for five years. It was almost as if she had been waiting for Bryan to lose weight and gain a six-pack before finally saying yes. Admittedly, the brunette's ill-informed, partial understanding of events, were rather unfair on Ariah. A series of misunderstandings had kept Bryan and her apart for years. Yet, the result remained the same; Bryan was smitten and completely under the dirty blonde's spell. Harper had never really stood a chance. As always, life just didn't seem fair.

Nevertheless, Harper didn't hate Ariah. That would have been really unfair. Besides, it wasn't in her nature, as her Christian faith taught her to love thy neighbour as thyself. Furthermore, they had seen far more of each other in the past three months than they had done so for years. Introduced to 'Susie's Shakes' by her older cousin, Ariah had rediscovered her childhood love for milkshakes and had become such a regular customer that she was almost keeping the bar open for business all by herself. Visiting on average three times a week, she had become reconnected with Harper, and they chatted away together just like in the old days. Yet, Ariah had never mentioned that she had started dating Bryan, even declaring how much she hated him, just two weeks previously. But a week is a long time in the love life of a teenager, and presumably the young couple had finally become an item in just the last couple of days.

Hiding her disappointment, Harper glanced over towards Chloe who grunted in equal consternation as Ariah sat down next to her new handsome boyfriend. Feeling bitter and resentful, Chloe recognised Ariah immediately as the younger cousin of Olivia, her oldest, closest friend. For it was Olivia, who, in trying to drum up customers for her best friend, had brought Ariah along with her one day. Chloe couldn't really stand her, as Ariah seemed precious and pretentious, and too short-tempered whenever anything didn't go her way. Still, she helped pay her wages, so Chloe couldn't really complain.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed about her grimy appearance, Harper wiped a bedraggled tea towel across her pretty, dripping face. Praying for a hole to open up and swallow her, the brunette even briefly considered quitting and running away. But then, Ariah broke the momentary tension and chirped, "Hi Harper, do you remember Bryan, from school? Can you believe it? We've finally started dating, after all these years! Life is just so great!" Unsure of whether to mention the splodge of raspberry sauce across Harper's cheeks, Bryan stammered, trying to think of something clever and funny to say. But then a globule of milkshake dribbled down over the brunette's open cleavage, much to her horror and dismay. Bryan quickly stole a brief, decisive look, before firmly returning eye contact and kindly asking, "Hey, are you okay?" Bashfully lowering her eyes, Harper replied, "Yeah, sure. It's nothing really. Spillages happen all the time, it's just a bit of milkshake, nothing serious, silly me!"

"Oh okay", replied Bryan, sincerely, unsure of just what else to say. Having grown up around chocolate, Bryan was, as Ariah had recently discovered, secretly an enormous fan of pies and slime. Watching milkshake drip down over Harper was turning him on, which was rather problematic, considering his girlfriend was standing barely three feet away. Switching his attention back to Ariah, Bryan asked, "Honey, what would you like? Remember, I'm paying!" "Oh, in that case, I'll have five milkshakes. Only joking, I've got to watch my figure", replied Ariah unconvincingly, having realised mid-sentence that Harper was at least a size smaller and infuriatingly stick thin. Regaining her composure, Ariah added, "Why strawberry of course. My favourite!" before forcefully giggling in an attempt to direct Bryan's attention backs toward herself. For it was painfully obvious to Ariah that her boyfriend had just ogled another girl's dripping breasts.

Still, it was better that Bryan was distracted by Harper, rather than the unpleasant, stuck-up, money grabbing Chloe, who Ariah was sure would try to steal Bryan away. Harper in contrast, didn't seem the type to know how, her current bewitching of Bryan seemed like just one calamitous mistake. Chloe, on the other hand, had a reputation for effortlessly use her hour-glass figure to wizard taken men's affections away. Being a few years older, Chloe had always teased Ariah whenever she'd gone around to her cousin Olivia's to play. The older girls had always seen her as a nuisance, and ignored her, before eagerly pushing her to play with Harper, or whoever, instead.

"A chocolate milkshake for myself and a strawberry one for my gorgeous girlfriend", began Bryan proudly, before turning towards Ariah and suggesting, "Hey, would you like to grab the table by the window? I'll bring the shakes over when they're ready." Ariah smiled sweetly, trusting and praying that Bryan wasn't trying to engender an opportunity to flirt with Harper, with his girl safely out of the way. Turning around, the dirty blonde felt Bryan lightly pinch her bum and call out, "Love you Ari, I won't be long, I swear."

Turning around to make the milkshakes, Harper couldn't help but notice that Bryan was looking intensely at her cute, lithe behind. Covering the face of her Jesus figurine with one hand, she tried to sway her hips flirtatiously, much to her manager's agitation, who was jealously watching her every step. Fortunately, her mind on her phone, Ariah hadn't seen a single thing.

Moments later, just as Harper finished making the second milkshake, the front door swung wide open once again. On cue, in marched Ariah's loud, rambunctious, gregarious, big chested and stunning older cousin. Guess who's back, shouted Olivia, overly enthusiastically as she glided towards the bar. Not noticing her cousin, the twenty-three-year-old, five-foot seven, golden blonde, instantly captured the attention of everyone else. Coming straight from work, she was wearing a grey pencil skirt, white cowl neck blouse, black suit jacket and three inch heeled black pumps. Stunningly attractive, she knew how best to utilise her otherwise drab attire. Voluptuous and provocative, she was every man's dream. But today, there was only one gentleman present and so her entire act was put on for him.

Marching up towards the blonde, Olivia cruelly teased, Why, who's this hunk? before shamelessly draping her right hand against Bryan's shoulder and bumping her chest up against his right forearm. A natural flirt, Olivia was being inflammatory, clumsy and forward in a bid to embarrass the rather awkward younger gent. Sensing his discomfort, Olivia became only more determined to grab him by the hook and reel him in.

I've not seen you round here before. Where have you been hiding? Olivia teased, as Bryan gulped and desperately looked towards Harper for an escape. But the curly brunette simply hung her head and cowardly stared towards her feet. Erm, nowhere, I just don't normally like milkshake, that's all, Bryan stuttered, unsure of how to reply to his unwanted attention. Clearly, Olivia was way out of his league, and quite a few years older at that. She was patently tormenting him, waiting for him to make a move, only to then cruelly reject him straight away. Continuing her torment, Olivia laughed, Oh I can tell, what with your brawny body, you little hunk. Where do you work out? before rubbing her hands greedily up against his chest again.

Olivia, stop it, exploded Ariah, in a rage. Oh Ariah, I didn't see you there. A good afternoon to you too, Olivia chittered in reply, having been caught by surprise by the shrill growls of her younger cousin. Beginning to wrestle back control, Olivia added, How are you? I've not seen you in ages. Why such the long face? Incensed, Ariah demanded, Leave Bryan be! Bryan? Olivia repeated tentatively, as she struggled to uncover a long-forgotten memory. Remembering a fleeting reverie, Olivia marvelled, I've heard that name before. Hey, didn't you used to fancy a chubby boy called Bryan, when you were what, thirteen? Looking Bryan up and down, Olivia continued, No, it couldn't be, could it? Surely not. Why, my goodness, I think it is! Jealous, are you? Leave this to the professional Ari, this one's mine okay. Trying to rile Ariah, Olivia then greedily kissed Bryan on his left cheek, much to his dismay.

Oh no he's not. He's my boyfriend. Leave him alone, please, pleaded Ariah, increasingly frantically. Really? asked Olivia suddenly unsure. Really, repeated Bryan, who flinched before inching two steps to his left. Contritely, Olivia gushed, I'm so sorry Ariah. I didn't realise. He looks so different these days. He's quite handsome now, I have to admit. But a distraught Ariah wouldn't forgive the golden blonde. Don't lie to my Olivia. You obviously recognised him, straight away. Every knows that we've been going out for weeks, Ariah replied, much to Harper's confusion and disappointment, having evidently been kept out of the loop recently.

But Olivia had genuinely been unaware of her cousin's recent affairs. So absorbed by work, and constantly running around after her demanding, callous boss, Olivia hadn't had the time to check in on her younger cousin for the past four weeks. She wouldn't have flirted with Bryan had she known, thought she had to admit, she did kind of recognise him, though not, as Ariah insisted, as soon as she walked in. Olivia knew that Ariah had had a thing for Bryan, but she'd never acted on her crush, which her cousin believed had simply faded away. In fact, Ariah had been known to invent boyfriends for herself in the past, albeit when she was barely thirteen.

But despite her cousin's apology, Ariah was still vexed and incensed. Liv, you're always trying to embarrass me. Why are you so callous and cruel? What have I ever done in return? Calm down, Ariah, I was just messing with him, I was only flirting that's all. I mean, he must be what, five years younger than me, I would never seriously give him a second glance. No offence Bryan, sorry, Olivia replied. None taken, began Bryan, before his girlfriend once again shouted over him. And yet, you did, because you knew he was mine, she screamed. Seriously Ariah, stop making a scene, calm down, Olivia pleaded, desperately. Stop making a scene? Stop making a scene? Calm down? Seriously Olivia, you're unreal. I will make a scene! Ariah shouted, before picking up a pineapple milkshake from off the bar counter and throwing it her cousin's way.

But sensing the danger, Olivia swiftly ducked down to her left. Instead, poor unsuspecting Harper was hit by a second face-full of milkshake in her place. Spluttering, Harper, frantically blinked twice, to clear the frothy pineapple mix from her eyes. Oh, we're playing that game are we. How old are you? Five? Olivia taunted, before picking up Bryan's chocolate milkshake and tipping it over her younger cousin's head. The chocolate ran down her face and splattered against her white t-shirt; the teenager was struck dumb in disbelief.

Guys, please stop this, wailed Harper, her face already a mucky mess. Oh, do shut up, hissed Olivia, before picking up Ariah's strawberry milkshake and emptying it all over the brunette's impossibly pretty head. Her hair splattered with banana, pineapple and strawberry milkshake, it was almost impossible to tell the original colour of Harper's formerly resplendent hair. The cool multicoloured beverage was beginning to pool around the youngster's breasts. Even the Jesus figurine had turned yellow in the mix. Keeping safely out of the way, Bryan couldn't tear his disbelieving eyes away from the pretty brunette's pert shivering chest.

Having run out of milkshakes, Ariah desperately searched for another weapon with which to retaliate. Eyeing the cake counter, the dirty blonde rather clumsily picked up a large strawberry chocolate ganache layer cake. Fearing the worst, Olivia swiftly took two steps back and put both hands up in front of her face. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Ariah spotted Bryan staring at Harper's milkshake stained breasts. Maddeningly jealous, Ariah launched the ganache layer cake straight at Harper's bewitching face. The cream and chocolate sauce filling exploded over the unfortunate, pretty teen. Two strawberries became lodged in her cleavage and the base of the cake stuck humiliatingly to her cheeks. Taken aback by the force of her throw, Ariah immediately regretted demeaning her oldest friend.

Suddenly, amongst all the confusion, Olivia's mobile began to ring. Caught by surprise, she mumbled as she answered, and swiftly lost her confident sheen. Yes Abi. Of course, I can only apologise, I'll get to it right away, she croaked, before turning to her cousin who was looking thoroughly ashamed. Contrite, Olivia babbled, Ari, I'm so, so sorry for teasing you. I know I've been utterly dreadful, like always, I know that, but I'll make it up to you, I promise, you know I will. I didn't mean to treat you like a child, I'm sorry for goading you. Perhaps, see you at the weekend? Are you going to Lauren's party? It will be ace! Yeah, of course, Ariah lied, who was now herself reduced to shamefully staring at her feet.

Chloe meanwhile, upturned what remained of the strawberry chocolate ganache layer cake over Harper's dishevelled, unkempt head. Cackling, she smothered the remaining cream over the brunette's bespattered cheeks. But her merriment didn't last long, for Olivia scolded, Hey, Chloe don't be a jerk. That was unnecessary. Look, sorry for making a mess, my boss has screwed up at work once again. I need to go, as always, she's blaming me. I'll call you tonight instead. Turning to leave, Olivia hesitated before turning back around and murmuring, Nice to meet you Bryan. Be kind to Ari okay.

After a moment's pause, Ariah turned to Bryan and raged, Give me strength, sometimes I hate my cousin. I really can't control myself when she treats me like this. Her mind beginning to wander, Ariah swiftly refocused before gawking, Hey, I didn't know you don't like milkshake. How come you never told me? Sighing, Bryan put his arm around his girlfriend's waist and replied, I don't really, but you do. So that's all that matters. Besides, I'm addicted to you as it is, and I can only afford to have one vice or I'll gain weight again! Laughing at his own feeble joke, Bryan delicately kissed Ariah on the lips, before remarking, Mmm, I didn't think that chocolate could taste any better, but on you its divine, angel cheeks. As Ariah giggled, Bryan took hold of a paper napkin and began to wipe her soaking face clean.

Chloe in contrast, began to apologise to the young boy whose pineapple milkshake Ariah had thrown over Harper by mistake. Fortunately, however, he had very much enjoyed the spectacle and didn't seem to mind one single bit. Seeing as he was the only other customer present, Chloe surmised that as long as she cleaned up the mess quickly, Susie would never find out and blame her for losing control of her disruptive friends.

Fetching the wet floor sign, Chloe carelessly slipped over up on the slippery floor besides where Ariah and Bryan kissed. Growling as she gingerly got back up to her feet, Chloe barked, Harper, go get the bucket of water and clean this up, I'm going on a break!

Dragging the mop bucket behind her, with chocolate ganache still smothered across her face, Harper paused as the milkshake squelched beneath her dainty feet. Turning to Ariah, she disclosed, Hey, I hope you don't mind me saying, but I don't think Olivia really meant you any harm. In response, Ariah ruefully shook her head. Oh Harper, you always look for the good in people. You're probably right of course, but that doesn't mean I should just let her off. Look, I'm so sorry for throwing the cake at you. You weren't even doing anything. I was just jealous because Bryan was looking at you, instead of me, she recounted before slapping her ashamed boyfriend across the chest. Will you ever forgive me? Ariah added, with deep sincere regret. Oh, of course I do. We all lose our temper occasionally. No harm done. But why didn't you tell me about Bryan? I thought we were friends, Harper replied, lamentingly.

Harper, I swear, I was going to surprise you about it today. But as always, I was late! Ariah replied, before adding, Hey, do you want to know a secret? I lied to Liv earlier, I'm not going to Lauren's party on Saturday. She wouldn't invite Bryan, I don't know why, she's just really petty, I guess. Look, would you like to hang out with me on Saturday instead? Really?, asked Harper, suddenly excited, having not gone out on a weekend since Spring. Recovering herself, the brunette added, Of course, I'd love to. It would be just like old times. It will be great!

Smiling, Ariah untangled herself from her boyfriend and moved closer to the curly brunette. I know, I regret losing touch, you were ever such a good friend to me. Leaning in towards Harper, the dirty blonde whispered, Hey, how would you like to help me gain my sweet revenge on my cousin? Harper hesitated. It had been Ariah who had started the food fight after all, and Olivia had even apologised repeatedly. Why did she still want her revenge? Furthermore, if anything went wrong, could Ariah be trusted to not lose her cool once again? Yet, the idea sounded fun, and Harper wasn't exactly keen to spend her weekends with her parents yet again. Erm, alright. As long as this time, no one throws a cake in my face, the brunette replied, in jest. Tickled, Ariah laughed, before sniggering, Harper don't worry about it. I can assure you right now, come Saturday night, it won't be you who ends up going home in slimy disgrace.

Noticing Chloe return from her break, Ariah suddenly pulled away from her friend. Turning her back, as she teasingly kissed Bryan, the golden blonde failed to spot the redhead sneak up behind Harper and prod the dripping wet mop into the back of the brunette's bedraggled, bespattered hair. Swiftly following up by gently slapping the soaking mop against Harper's bum, Chloe jibed, Oi! Lazy log, get back to work. Startled, Harper had to bite down over her bottom lip to avoid bursting into tears. Unconcerned, Chloe bragged, I've got half a mind to take the cost of the chocolate cake out of your wages. Caught up in herself, the redhead failed to detect Bryan sneak up behind her, and on his girlfriend's whispered instruction, empty the overflowing mop bucket over her head instead.

Shrieking as the cold water washed down over her chest, Chloe turned around to face the sniggering teen. Don't worry Chloe, I'll pay for everything, Bryan soothed, as the manageress screwed up her nose in disgrace. Suddenly, the redhead felt a tap on her left shoulder and turned back around, only for Ariah to smash a raspberry cheesecake into her unsuspecting face. Oh, and that too, Bryan joked, as the raspberry sauce dribbled down over her breasts. Triumphantly, Ariah picked up the wet floor sign and plonked it down over Chloe's disbelieving head. Snarling, the dirty blonde growled, Don't you dare ever treat Harper like dirt again. She's my oldest friend, and you don't want to mess with me.