Sometimes lunch breaks offer a lot more than food.

The food was cafeteria food, and despite the prestigious reputation of the Academy, the quality of cafeteria food seemed hard coded as a universal constant. On the other hand, the company John had for lunch was unrivaled and there would even be some entertainment.

"It's a real shame they serve us that. Even before the cooking class, I could have done better than that," complained Anna, looking at her tray and her portion of some unidentified meat drowned in suspicious gravy.

Using Observe on it for more information, John wished he had abstained.

Brown Cafeteria Grub: "food"
Some sort of meat, overcooked in a gravy containing stuff. It is at the same time overcooked, cold and watered down. There's surely some sort of nutritional value to it, but no one ever checked it. (It would necessitate ingesting it.)
Exist in yellowish, reddish and greenish.
Ingesting a plate of it gives between - 7hp to +7hp and between -0.5 and +0,5 hp/min regen for two hours.
1% chance of food poisoning.

There are things that shouldn't get investigated. John got a newfound interest in the idea of bringing his own lunch to school suddenly. He had acquired a Cooking skill and he had his kingdom now, maybe he could gather ingredients there or just use some of his new found fortune to stockpile a bunch of food. (Having some reserves of food was a good idea; he would have to go buy a lot of food and drinks soon.)

"If it was you cooking, we would have people that are not even studying here lining up to get some food. The pastries you made the other day were really delicious, almost as sweet as you are..." he told her, finishing his sentence by kissing her like he was tasting her.

"I'm not that good of a cook, I only know how to cook a few things. You always say nice things to me, do you really think them or do you have some ulterior motives, Mr Newman?" she asked him.

"Both actually. I think every word of it, but I do have ulterior motives. I'll be honest with you and tell you the absolute truth. You blush each time I make you a compliment and I find it so cute it makes me love you even more each time you do. I even fear that someday you will be used to it and stop doing it. I can't accept to have you thinking less of yourself than you really are, so I made it my duty to remind you how much I love you and how awesome you are," he confessed to her. This time he couldn't kiss her for emphasis; having her hugging him and pressing her ample chest against him was preventing him from doing so.

They had nearly finished eating what appeared to be edible in the trays they had bought and were planning to leave to buy some stuff at the vending machine when they spotted a gathering near the entrance of the cafeteria.

A group of girls both first years and last years were gathered standing up (the school symbol on the blazer was slightly different depending on the level of studies students were in). Mary Davis-Lorenzo, one of the best friends of Vanessa, cheerleader and runner up for the Queen Bitch title (her actual title according to the thing above her head), was standing front and center.

John couldn't say he had attended a lot of games, but he was pretty sure that the group was composed of all the cheerleaders... Except for one, who was facing it.

"We had a vote, it's over! You're out!" said Mary to Vanessa.

"You can't do that! I'm the captain, you can't have a vote to change captain without informing me!" replied Vanessa.

"Listen, we had a vote and it was unanimous. We can't have you in the squad, think about the reputation the we would get with one of us shitting herself in class. You have not only lost your title, you're out of the squad. You can wear these, but we want the uniform back. You can change in the toilets, maybe you will remember how to use it," she explained, throwing a plastic bag to Vanessa.

"You can't do that to me! You will regret it. I have a lot of friends and influence. Do you know who I am?" shouted Vanessa.

"Yeah, the girl that shat herself in class!" shouted someone at the back of the crowd, making most of the cafeteria burst out in laughter.

Vanessa looked around, searching the group for one of her sycophants that she could appeal to, but an unanimous vote meant that they all had let her go. It was simple to understand for John: she never had any real friends, only rivals and people who licked her boots. Now that she did something so abominable that she would lose her crown, no one would take her side.

"If you don't go change, we will just take the uniform from you. You dishonor us wearing it and we will not let you make a joke of it any longer," warned Mary.

Vanessa was crying, probably doing so for a real reason for the first time since she was a small child, and ran to the bathroom to change. The girls had not been too cruel with her and had given her a PE uniform (that she had probably been offered as an option earlier but denied to look better in her cheerleader uniform).

She threw the small skirt and top at Mary's feet who picked them up with a paper towel and threw them in in a trash can full of food remains.

She now had a horrible reputation in school, looked terrible and was an absolute pariah. Her boyfriend would probably dump her in an instant if he was offered the key John had taken from her. And soon she would discover his little surprise and become a happy mother of six. John was pretty satisfied, he had gotten his payback for what she had done to him, he could now let her have her miserable life in (relative) peace.

Vanessa, used to skipping in line to get food (with her boyfriend dealing with anyone having a problem with it) was walking to the back of the line. She was standing out in her white t-shirt and blue shorts in the crowd of black and red uniformed students.

"Let's get some junk food to eat, some things can really give you an appetite," said John to his delicious girlfriend.

"As horrible as it is, I'm glad it happened to her. It will be a good life lesson for this spoiled brat. She will learn that no matter her money people will see that the empress has no clothes and laught all the same," agreed Anna.