"Ouch... OUCH..." Jake groaned, looking up at Cameron as he opened one eye. "That HURTS!!!!!" What... where was he... Oh yeah, someone was tapping his face, which made him open his eyes. That wasn't so bad, but the quills had SHARP POINTS!!!!! And sugar where it shouldn't be was NOT GOOD. He pulled the quills away, all signs of a sugar rush gone.

As Jake rolled to lay on his back, he gave the lampost a sharp kick again, hearing the loud F'TAAAAAANG!!!!! which made him oh so slightly happier.

"I think I'm all good," he muttered, reaching up to his throbbing face. He felt for blood... none. Ooh, but the bridge of his nose was still painful, so he rubbed it a tad, stopping still as he heard the click. "OWWWCCHHHH!!!!!" he cried out. It wasn't so much the pain, but the sound and the feel through his hands... and then...

"Oh no..." Jake eyed his hand, which now had the blood from his nose. Not good. "Erm... I don't think this was meant to happen," he muttered. But then again, neither was running into a lampost. Then he saw it. The red on his nice, previously clean, yellow t-shirt. "MY T-SHIRT!!!!! Someone get me a dry-cleaner, STAT!!!!!"

Urgh... maybe he should see the nurse, before he put someone off their delightful sweets. "I think I should... go..."