With a half eaten bagel in hand, Zeke ran up to the entrance of the school at full speed. However, at the entrance, there was a group of upperclassmen hanging out. Zeke knew some of them but he wasn't expecting one of them to try and mess with him this early. "Yo Zeke, think fast!" One of them warned Zeke as he put a leg out right in front of him, obviously trying too trip him. Luckily, Zeke was able to react at just the last second and managed to jump over the upperclassman's leg before skidding to a stop after he landed.
After taking a breather, Zeke turned and saw the laughter coming from the group. Most of the upperclassmen thought they ruled the school and could do whatever they wanted to the lower classes. Those kids were nothing but the same. Zeke decided he should just laugh it off with them. "Yeah, that was funny. You almost tripped and I could've probably broken an ankle or two." Zeke spoke sarcastically as he walked up to the group. "Yeah, well that was the point. Besides, it would've been even funnier if you did break your legs, am I right?" The kid turned back to his group and they all chuckled at his comment. Zeke knew it was just a joke, but he couldn't just leave without getting some revenge. He glanced at his bagel as he tried to figure something out.
"Be careful Joseph, he looks like he's confiding in his bagel." One of the jocks stated, chuckling to himself before taking a bite from his apple. "Yeah, I wonder what he's going to do. If anything, I'll take that bagel off your hands." Joseph tried reaching for the bagel but Zeke moved it away. "No, I was just thinking of returning the favor." Zeke finally spoke, glaring back up at Joseph. "Oh, a favor huh? How kind of you." Joseph said, with the group snickering behind him. "Well, I was just thinking that I've kind of lost my appetite and I wouldn't want this wonderful bagel too go to waste. You did want this bagel, did you not?" Zeke asked, hoping Joseph would take the bait. He tore off the parts he bit so it would increase the chance of Joseph taking the bagel. Joseph grinned as he heard the offer. "Aw, you're so nice. Now hand it over kid." Joseph ordered, raising his voice. As Zeke was about too place the bagel in Joseph's hand, he stopped. "Actually, I did think of something." Zeke told Joseph as he looked at the bagel. "What?" Joseph asked in a confused tone.
Without warning, Zeke smashed the bagel in Joseph's face, smearing the cream cheese all over him. Zeke backed away as the bagel dropped to the ground. The look on Joseph's face was priceless and Zeke could barely contain his laughter. He looked at the faces of the rest of the group and they were all completely shocked, but looked ready to burst out laughing. "Y-you..." The group burst out laughing when Joseph muttered the word and Zeke couldn't help but add some extra salt to the wound. "You might want to clean that up before a teacher catches you and gets the wrong idea." Zeke managed to say as he continued to watch Joseph. "I-I don't think that was a good idea Zeke." One of the upperclassmen said through the laughter.
Zeke's expression changed to a frown when he started to see the rage coming from Joseph's facial expression. "I, uh, actually class is about to start, um, like now so I'm going to go." Zeke said his excuse as he started to back away, picking up the pace every step he took. "You... you little runt!" Joseph yelled as he lunged towards Zeke, who burst out into a full sprint . Luckily, the group managed to hold Joseph down and prevent him from chasing after Zeke who had run off, full of laughter after what just happened.
"He's smart, I'll give him that." Joseph said after he finally calmed down. He managed to get a napkin and wipe the cream off his face. "It was pretty funny though." Joseph decided that he should just laugh it off. He knew Zeke and also knew that they were both just joking around. "I still wanted that bagel though." Joseph said before glancing at the apple in the jock's hand. He snatched the apple out of the boy's hand and started to munch on it as the boy complained.