She leaped up, grabbed one of the red-and-pink cupcakes, and shoved it in my mouth. She missed by a few inches and it landed on my ear and hair. I gasped audibly. This was a declaration of war if I ever saw one. I picked up a cupcake, hurling it in her face with surprising force. It hit her eye. Dylan’s jaw slacked. “No, you didn’t.” “Did too.” I crossed my arms over my chest.