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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;<span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh Anon, please, more!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pleasure is unreal; you had no idea it felt this good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she felt lucky that you accepted her lewd request</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you were baffled that someone, especially her, wanted you like this</span><br />&quot;Fuck, this feels good&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her shit eating grin turned into a goofy smile as her eyes rolled back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you decide to take charge a bit; test out the waters</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-oh... OH ANON, PLEASE&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;faint sound stops the one-way to coitus town</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait... what is that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her stopping and complete disregard for continuation is full fucking bonerkill</span><br />&quot;Uhh, nothing. I-I'm sure it's nothing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hoping she lets it go</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;noise gets louder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you both hear it very clearly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gets louder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;FIRE ALARM!!&quot; she screams and her body turns into a tornado of redness and embarrassment</span><br />&quot;NO WAIT, I WAS ALMOST DONE!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;left alone, naked in the janitor's closet, blue balled</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;eyes shoot wide open</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alarm clock going off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;realizes it's Monday</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;reaches over to stop the ear-shattering noise</span><br />&quot;Just my luck. Can't even seal the deal in my dreams,&quot; you mutter to yourself.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;30 minutes later. Showered, clothed, consumed shitty breakfast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bus arrives</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit in the back in the usual spot</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your own seat is the perfect reminder that you are the only 11th grade junior on this bus route that doesn't drive a car to school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Earlier in the year, you expected to get shit for same reason, but not even Trixie felt like bitching out at 6:30 AM</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;open phone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No new messages&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Monday morning bus ride might have been better if the dream could have finished, but there was no Tang Train to be had for Anon</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if the morning could not get any worse, you remember what your first class you be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;English.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that Applejack chick assigned to the seat right next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*facepalm*</span><br />&quot;Fuckin' hell, man.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the bus pulled onto school campus, you hear &quot;The Pot!!&quot; from a few of the freshmen up front</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the Pot was the pothole that was constantly being 'fixed' by the groundsmen once a month, only for the hole to get bigger when the new asphalt crumbled</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up, stupid freshmen!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hated to admit it, but you agreed with Trixie for once, even if she was only a sophmore</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hallways busy as usual before homeroom, you find your way to your locker, still not 100% awake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the sound of younger freshmen girls still somehow excited to be in high school, thinking of it as a gold mine of older guys instead of the pointless four year prison it actually was</span><br />&quot;They'll figure out soon enough,&quot; you mumble in between chuckles<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Home and Away jerseys with the number '85' hung up on your locker hook, books now in place on the bottom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you get into homeroom,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon.&quot; It was Flash.</span><br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wheels hurt his knee over the weekend. Coach says you're starting on Friday.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Homeroom, boring as usual</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If not for Norman sitting next to you, it would be aneurysm-inducing levels of boring</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon, you know what I did over the weekend??&quot; he asked</span><br />&quot;No, Norman. I haven't the slightest...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well see, it all started when I texted Rarity on Friday after schoo...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if the gods of Monday gave you a blessing, time seemed to shift forward to the bell ringing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... and this morning on the way to homeroom, I kinda brushed against her arm on accident. So yeah, pretty much slid into 3rd base, if ya know what I mean.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With Norman's pathetic story over with, it was time to get to English</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;go downstairs towards English class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you get into class, you meet eyes with one Sunset Shimmer passing you in the hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she smiles and waves at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your return smile was a bit too wide and toothy, and you immediately feel spaghetti hit the floor</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Dammit. Fuckin' smooth, Anon&quot; you mumble to yourself when she gets out of sight<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting in your normal seat in English, you meditate silently to bring your autism levels down from the disaster in the hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;vowing to never show teeth again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your eyes and regain normal heart rate again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who sat next to you in English was always a mixed bag</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seat next to you is still empty, as so it remained some days</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Peering around the class you notice a pattern</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most of the guys left a seat next to them open, which was odd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aite y'all, I'll see ya at lunch!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could hear Applejack outside the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;suddenly the open seats made all too much sense, but such things did not worry your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack had hot friends, not to mention the bumpkin wasn't too shabby herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and by not too shabby, you had already accepted upon seeing her the first day of school that she was far out of your league</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the blonde walks in the class and takes a second to look around, choosing which sitting station shall be blessed with the scent of Malus domestica</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The boys, all too hopeful she would saunter towards them and grace them with her presence, practically began drooling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you drop the situation from your thoughts as seeing their response to her was numbing your intelligence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you have heard from the football team that she was the heartbreaker, never agreed to date anyone that asked her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;they just wanted the fruit they couldn't have</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look back up only to see her walking towards your adjacent desk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time slows down and &quot;Mississippi Queen&quot; starts playing in your heard as you *try* to inconspicuously check her out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;praying to deities you don't believe in that she doesn't notice</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;The Monday gods have truly not forsaken me,&quot; you think to yourself<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she turns to sit down, you steel yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time for internal pep talk</span><br />&quot;It's not about being the 'cool' guy Anon, she'll probably see right through that,&quot; your mind tells you. &quot;It's about not giving her the 'Time for Maximum Rape' smile that you just gave Bacon Head.<br />&#160;<br />&quot;Agreed,&quot; says your dick. &quot;Converse with the female.&quot;<br />The Balls speak up as well. &quot;Nigga you fuck this up again and Imma strangle yo ass.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;pep talk over</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;truthfully, you had minimal interest in pursuing anything with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If nothing else, you were smarter than to let yourself look like a buffoon because of some hot legs</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns to you, and gives a complimentary grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;gametime.jpg</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Nice boots.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;almost caught off guard, AJ looked at her boots</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh, thanks. Fav'rit pair.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Are those riding boots?&quot; you ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;clearly now past formalities, AJ lifted an eyebrow. &quot;Yeah... yeah they are. You don't like the feller that would know something about horses though.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uncle owns a farm outside of the city.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack twists her body to face you. &quot;Really now? What kind of horses does he have?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;OHSHIT.jpg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't for the life of you remember the answer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know that he told you what breed his horses were, and now of all times, you forget when you need that info the most</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seconds go by without an answer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ starts to look doubtful, thinking you're lying to her</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fear of Josh Peck level pit stains seep into your mind</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flashback</span><br />&#160;<br />&lt;&quot;Listen here, Anon. If you ever want the attention of some ole' country girl, just mention horses. Bumpkins lovve horses. Remember that I own Quarter Horses. They are non-gaited, and their most popular color is called Bay, which is a stupid way of saying brown.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Back to reality</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;He has Quarter Horses. Bunch of Bays, too.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look of mild shock is takes over AJ's face as she is pleasantly surprised</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks singe with a bit of color as she genuinely smiles at you this time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh, for a second I though you was lyin' to me. I'm more of a Tennessee Walker or Saddlebred gal mahself, but it's nice to know someone else likes horses here.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Nah, I'm not really the lying type,&quot; you say with a chuckle<br />&#160;<br />&quot;Bullshit&quot; your brain tells you.<br />&quot;How unbecoming,&quot; says Dick<br />&quot;Nigga you gay,&quot; says Balls.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is a silent pause between you two</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ fidgets with her pen</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm Applejack, by the way,&quot; as she purposefully looks away from you</span><br />&quot;I'm Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? Is that a nickname or somethin'?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, Anon is my real name.The only nickname I have is FNG.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What in tarnation does 'FNG' mean?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Fuckin' New Guy. The rest of the football team gave that one to me since it's my first year here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're on the football team??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time, it is her turn to check you out</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh, well, uh... my brother plays on the team too. Maybe you know 'em. Big Mac.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I know Mac! He's the big red one, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure is, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She builds up the courage to look back at you, this time, eyes half closed and a sultry look</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe I'll be cheerin' for the both of ya at the next game,&quot; as she ends with a wink</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As class ends and you put your book up, AJ slides a folded piece of paper at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll see you later, FNG,&quot; she says with a giggle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Open the paper</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's AJ's number... with a heart at the end</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack went to her locker, to get her book for the next class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as she was about to close it, she saw you walk out of the classroom and walk the other direction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow approaches AJ</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AJ, you got a pencil I could borrow?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ couldn't hear Rainbow</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;if there was a hell on Earth, it was the idea of math</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and if there was one thing worse than regular math, it was mixing letters into math problems</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not like you were bad at it, it was just awful</span><br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay class, who can solve number four on the board for me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One girl who raised her hand had purple hair</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've seen this purple haired girl, she's one of AJ's friends</span><br />&quot;Purple Smart?&quot; you think to yourself. &quot;No, that's what the team calls her. It's uhhhh...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay Twilight, you come up and do it.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Twilight, that's right. It's Twilight,&quot; storing the name in your proverbial filing system<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight works the problem out for probably a minute</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without even letting the teacher check the answer, she walks back to her seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie speaks up with a irritated 'humph', &quot;Why even bother? Of course Twilight will get it right.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight, I'm afraid this is incorrect.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A hushed gasp lets loose in the class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently Twilight wasn't wrong too often in this class</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's let someone else have a try. Maybe someone who hasn't worked a problem today.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The teacher looks around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are staring out of the window</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, please try to solve this problem,&quot; the teacher says</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course she would call on you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your book isn't even open</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Uhm, which problem is that, again?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The class quietly laughs, but more at you than with you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Page 108, problem number 13, Anonymous.&quot; The teacher shoots you a light glare. &quot;It might behoove you to pay more attention in class.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;More snickering</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turn to the page as the teacher erases Twilight's work</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks on, smug look and all, sure that you will fail harder than she did</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Write problem on the board. &quot;2(a -3) + 4b - 2(a -b -3) + 5&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if trying to teach you a lesson, the teacher adds, &quot;Explain how you solve the problem to the class.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bitch</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Someone in the back pulls a bag of popcorn out of hammerspace and waits for the comedy to begin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moondancer, next to Twilight whispers, &quot;I heard he's on the football team. How funny is it going to be when he proves the 'dumb football guy' stereotype right??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know. If I can't solve it, no way this meathead wannabe can,&quot; Twilight whispers a bit too loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Loud enough where you heard every word</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bitch, fucking watch me</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Power level increase</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where's a damn pocket protector when you need one??</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Well first you have to simplify into like terms. We'll have to distribute.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You write &quot;= 2a - 6 + 4b -2a + 2b + 6 + 5&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Since we have A, B and regular numbers, we should solve the problem to only these. Once you do the math, it will come out to this.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You write &quot;= 6b + 5&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is no mic, so you drop the marker in similar fashion onto the tray</span><br />&quot;Twilight simply forgot that 2A-2A does not equal A, but rather <span class="nu0">0</span>. Very close to correct, but still...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn to look Twilight in the eyes</span><br />&quot;Incorrect.&quot;<br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could have heard a pen drop in the class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight seemed to have lost her smug face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the same one you now sported</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very good Anonymous,&quot; the teacher complimented. &quot;Now if you'll all turn to the next page we'll go over...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;put in Applejack's number on the way to your locker</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;put up books, and grab gym clothes</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Canterlot High was the only high school in your district that made their students take PE after middle school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Principal Celestia prided her school in having the least percentage of obesity in the district as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;tfw she actually cares about that crap</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Change into gym clothes and walk into the basketball court</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright class, today we're going to be doing timed miles&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rest of class: &quot;Awww, cmon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash: &quot;YES.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to another one of the football player's in the class</span><br />&quot;What's her deal, anyways?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's Rainbow Dash. She's the soccer captain. Everything is a competition for her, and she always wins the fastest mile time.&quot;</span><br />&quot;She's that good?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah man, don't even try it. She set the school record when she was a freshman and she beats her own record every year.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ha, you'd think she has wings or something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Might as well.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no interest in trying hard for your mile time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PE Teacher speaks up when you all get to the track</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;After your mile, you all have free time. Just don't be late for your next class.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You figure you'll just do whatever the football guys do after the run</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;BEGIN&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;off they go</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash sprints ahead of the pack before the first turn comes up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See ya, slowpokes!&quot; she says to those behind her</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;there's no way you'll catch up to her, but you could try a little to let off some steam</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you finish ahead of non-athletes, but nowhere near first</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mile time, 5:45</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD mile time: 4:56</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow is waiting at the finish</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not a bad time, for a football player.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would respond, but you heave in air to your lungs</span><br />&quot;Th-thanks&quot; you wheeze out.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you walk over towards the bleachers to take a breather, but you don't hear the quick, light footsteps behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A running shoe connected to a blue leg sticks out in front of your left foot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;trip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;fall face first</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD now over you. &quot;Just like your run time,&quot; she says with a mean chuckle. &quot;Gotta be faster.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bitch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;whatever</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;football guys finish as you get up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bruh, did she just trip you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, don't worry about it though; I'm fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry man, she gets that way sometimes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Like I said, I'm good.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check your face for bleeding</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No blood, just a scrape on your cheek</span><br />&quot;What do you guys want to do?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well there is something you haven't done yet Anon. It's kinda like an initiation procedure for the football team.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay, what is it, then?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have to climb Woody, the giant tree behind the stadium.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What tree??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The guys look at you with an evil smile</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the guys take you out back the stadium</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the tree they mentioned was enormous</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;branches not starting for a good 8 feet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;tree itself was over 60 feet high</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you had to climb it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon Anon, you can do this.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What happens if I don't?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hazing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;ohshit.jpg</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jump onto the first branch and start to ascend</span><br />Where's a Twilicorn when you need her?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Near the top, the tree starts to sway with your weight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, grab a small branch from the top and bring it down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lactic acid builds in your muscles, as your arm shakes to get the top branch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;got it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You descend back down. very carefully</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you get to the lowest branch, you let your body fall and flop onto the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No hazing for dis bitch</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, whatever. That's not even impressive,&quot; says a cocky RD coming to the tree</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your team members speak up for you. &quot;Well let's see the soccer captain try, then, if it's so easy!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah!&quot; says the rest of the group</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD takes off her jacket. &quot;No sweat. Move aside, String Bean.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she jumps onto the first thick branch like a cat onto a counter-top</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she speedily ascends, faster than you, she would add</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She actually makes it to the top</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;bell ring</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon, let's go. Time to get changed, or else we'll be late.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow somehow found a way to get onto a higher branch than you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No sweat for a REAL athlete, unlike you guys&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the other guys go back, you wait a few seconds to watch her descend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets near the bottom branch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;foot slips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;branch snags the shirt off of her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she falls to the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;yfw you see it happen [pic]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the guys far away from earshot now, did not hear or see anything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;just you two there</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD grunts, &quot;Ahh, ow.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Karma's a bitch, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk over to see if she's alright</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it was only a 9 foot drop or so, and she landed on her back, but still, she could need medical attention</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she rolls over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no bra</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You should help her,&quot; says Brain<br />&quot;Breasts&quot; says Dick<br />&quot;Titties&quot; says Balls<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Beyond all reason, though she purposefully made you face plant not even thirty minutes ago, you go over to help her up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not exactly a nice guy, but you weren't a monster either</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you extend your hand to help her up, Rainbow realizes she's topless; thinking you're going for the fun bags</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!!&quot; as she rolls away from your presence and hides behind the tree</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this shit</span><br />&quot;I was offering to help you up, Rainbow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah right!! Shut up and GO. AWAY.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;gettin real sick of her shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;out of your line of sight, Rainbow's cheeks flared up; more humiliated from her epic fail than embarrassed from her nudity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fine. She wants to be that way, she can be that way</span><br />&quot;Have it your way, Rainbow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you take a few steps to walk off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;completely torn shirt in the tree</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WAIT.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn to see her peeping her head to the side of the tree, looking at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't go back like this!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Tough.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! Please!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How did she know your name?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ANON! they'll laugh at me for an eternity if I go back topless!!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Like how you laughed when you made me faceplant? On the track, no less?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, please. I'll do anything. I just need a shirt.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you think</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;even if she was acting like a cunt, you were above that level of behavior</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;walk over to her and forcefully throw your shirt at her</span><br />[pic]<br />&quot;Wash it tonight and give it back tomorrow.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as the clothing his her hands in mid air, she quickly puts it on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks towards you, but you're halfway to the gym\</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;though she would be late for the next class, she doesn't move</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she puts her head down in shame, regretting making you fall for no reason</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a few minutes go by and she slowly walks back to the gym as well</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;a few guys still in the locker room as you get there to shower and change back into school clothes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Walking around with no shirt? Anon, your pecs aren't that good, man.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bro, don't even ask.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;quickly shower and change</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you leave</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you do so, some of your friends leave behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They see RD with a shirt that's too big for her, clearly not the one she was wearing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;they stop behind you, mouths agape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bro, I know right??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn to each other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bruh, Anon got it.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chem goes without incident</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;usual spot in class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;usual half-interesting lecture</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;something was in the air, though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only thing you noticed was the girl &quot;Marsh-mellow&quot; (thank you football team nicknames) occasionally looked at you and giggled at Sunset Shimmer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset Shimmer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hopefully she wasn't too weirded out by the 'rape smile' you gave her earlier</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;either way, you did your good deed for the month</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and received a free phone number to boot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as long as no further incident occurred, today would be alright</span><br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;bell rings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;finally</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;lunch time</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you walk to the cafeteria, you can't help but wonder if Rainbow is okay</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;speak of the Devil</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if the Devil was running towards you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;preparing for violent impact</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;no impact</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not making eye contact, &quot;Anon, I, uh.. I showered and I'm okay.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Cool.&quot;<br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she suddenly took your arm and pulled you to the stairwell</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;waiting for it to empty</span><br />&quot;Look if you're going to punch me, just get it over with so I can eat something before it's too late.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?? No, no I'm... I'm not here to punch you.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;... okay.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow looks around, nervous</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So.. uh, what... what do you want?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Excuse me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon... I said I would do anything... I know you didn't have to help me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I.. uh, um, I don't think I'm very good at...&quot; she stutters</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD started to literally get hot from nerves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, how do you like it???&quot; she blurts out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your stomach rumbles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[pic] = yfw</span><br />&quot;Washed, dried, and in my hands tomorrow morning&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her shock&quot;Wait..wha..?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab her/your shirt and smell it</span><br />&quot;Smells like shit anyways&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;cafeteria in sight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;mission so close to accomplished</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the second step foot into the giant room, you hear a sound that sucks the life out of you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I need to talk to you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before you even turn around, you know it's Purple Smart</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you turn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Purple Smart</span><br />&quot;Look Twilight, I'm really hungry and not in the mood for a brow beating&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not mad at you, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? Really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I knew the right answer in my head but for some reason I wanted to be dumb and write '0A' instead of leaving it out of the answer. I forgot to put the 0 in, however.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Great, can I get in line now?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm sure you heard me being rude when you got called up to work the problem.&quot; Twilight was twisting her hair around a finger. &quot;I can get a bit... zealous... about grades sometimes, and sometimes I get carried away. So, I'm sorry.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;It's okay, I guess.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight brighten up with a smile. &quot;You're smarter than you look, uh...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right, Anon. You must be really good at math.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, not really.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks at you with a questioning face. &quot;What do you mean? You explained and solved the problem in front of the whole class!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your smug face</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Odd number problems have answers and explanations in the back of the book, Twilight.&quot;<br />[pic] = Twilight's face<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;walk away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;get food</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as soon as you sit down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bell ring</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;despair on your face, you throw away the untouched food and leave</span><br />&quot;Fuck. Me. Sideways&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The day was more than half over, and it's been unusual from the get go</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently Applejack likes you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight was rude, then apologized</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You helped an LGBT flag put some clothes on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Missed lunch</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There wasn't this much excitement going around in your entire last year</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the day isn't over with</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Current mission goals: Find something to eat, finish school without incident, go to practice, get home</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;on your way to History, you feel a tap on your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn around, and it's a younger kid on the team</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;third string for sure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon, coach wants to see you in his office.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach twists from nerves this time, instead of hunger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it also twisted from hunger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what could Coach want before practice??</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;knock on door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come in!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door and see coach at his desk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Get in here and close the door&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes sir.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He turns away from his computer screen to look at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He is not pleased</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you know why you're here?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;No sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Does this help?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He throws a piece of paper at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's an algebra quiz, with your name on top</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Score: 68</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's your name, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you took that quiz, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You like math, son?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No sir.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, this doesn't make sense to me. Why would a kid who just got bumped to starting position on this team fail a quiz? Don't you think he knows what happens when an athlete at this school fails a quiz or test?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon I'm practically holding my breath to keep myself from screaming.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;DON'T YOU 'YES SIR' ME&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you know why I'm angry, don't you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes s... yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't fully agree with Celestia's strict policy of 'Fail a test/sit out a game', but I don't make the rules here. And if that isn't bad enough, Wheels is already out for at least a game or two. So as I'm sure Flash told you, you are now the starting Tight End.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;BUT YOU CAN'T START NOW SINCE YOU FAILED THIS QUIZ&quot;</span><br />&quot;I see.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coach face palms and gets out of his chair, silently mouths, &quot;Fuckin' kids&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;looks back at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're lucky Celestia likes her athletes, Anon. Damn lucky. I convinced her to let you retake the quiz on Thursday. If you pass it then, you can play.</span><br />&quot;Okay, that's good right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's only as good as your grade on Thursday, Anon. Don't screw this up, or I'll run you ragged for the entire next week.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes sir.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you get up to leave</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've taken the liberty to schedule you some help from a tutor after practice today and tomorrow. You better be there. If you don't show, I'll know it.</span><br />[pic]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not actually great</span><br />&quot;I'll be there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Study your ass off, son. The third string TE is garbage and everyone knows it. Here's a late slip; get to class.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;open the door to leave</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One more thing, Anon. If you think for one second that you are getting special treatment because you are an upperclassman athlete in this high school... you're damn right. Don't forget it, either.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;so life just got a bit harder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you figure that tutoring would be good for you in that class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;not that your dumb or anything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but homework isn't really your speed</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;good thing history class was a breeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in, fact, there was someone missing in class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it was a lot more quiet, and the teacher was almost uninterrupted the entire time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll probably remember tomorrow</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;empty halls, back towards Cooking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;open the door, but no lecture going on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;everyone in pairs working on something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hand late slip to teacher</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright Anon, today's assignment is a group project. It's a two day project to see which group can make the best cake. Every table has all the ingredients you need and then some. Find someone who doesn't already have a partner and start working.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look back at the class, everyone in sight already has a partner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;back left table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;one person working at said table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you've heard of her before</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's the cute one out of AJ's friends</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;timid, shy, bashful</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you approach her table slowly, as if trying to not scare her away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;remember Anon, she's fragile</span><br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;walk to her</span><br />&quot;Hey, it looks like you're the only one left without a partner. Mind if I join?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, um, not at all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;easier than expected</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no experience with cooking, let alone baking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;might as well be a foreign language to you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're... Anon, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're one of Applejack's friends, right? Uhh... Fluttershy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes.&quot; All this time she is mixing the batter, she never looks at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks nervous</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;need an icebreaker</span><br />Not the mints, either<br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'm not very good at baking, so you might have to teach me how to help. Sorry, I guess.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, that's.. that's not really a problem. I kinda like baking.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah? Are you any good at it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;blush. &quot;I would.. hope so. I'm guessing you're not?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well if pop-tarts is baking then I could teach the class.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;adorable giggle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;now she seems less on-edge</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well if I teach you how to bake a cake, you have to teach me how to 'bake' a pop tart.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you laugh, and smile</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Deal.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;moments of silence</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's still focusing on the batter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;for some reason, now seemingly more nervous than before</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;In a hushed voice, &quot;Rainbow told me what happened earlier...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's apparently friends with Rainbow as well, but how close?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what did Rainbow tell everyone?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;did she say you were an ass about it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;did she lie about it?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn. Might be time for damage control</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;try to remember what you said to Rainbow, check for mistakes</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;realization that if Fluttershy for some reason doesn't take this too well, she could screw your grade up on this project and you certainly wouldn't play on Friday</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;realization that this shy girl controls the fate of not only everything that could happen this week, weekend, but also all next week during practice</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nightmare style daydream of Coach riding a golf cart behind you as you run your 13th mile during practice, whipping you with a bull whip, telling you to go faster and not stop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the puking you would be doing all week during practice</span><br />[pic] = your mind rn<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your mind is screaming &quot;DEFCON 1, PEOPLE!!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you think about what to say at this point</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Listen, I know I prob...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she interupts; quickly looking at you now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just think it was really sweet that you helped her out, even after what she did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she drops the whisk into the batter bowl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;quickly wraps her arms around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you&quot; she whispers</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you awkwardly receive the hug, not sure whether to hug back or not</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she lets go, and back to batter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then stops</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;reaching into her back pocket, she pulls out a sticky note, folded in half</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rainbow wanted me to give this to you if I saw you today.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you reach for it and open it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;After what she told me, I added mine as well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two phone numbers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look up towards the front of the class in pure disbelief, away from Fluttershy's view</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then you check the back of your shirt for a similar sticky note that either says, &quot;Give me your numbers today, ladies&quot; or &quot;I'm 7 inches flaccid.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;check your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no such note</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy is saying something but you're not paying attention</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;this is beyond all reason</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;why is this happening?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if science class taught you one thing, it was the scientific method</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Observation: weird shit goin' down with girls today</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Question: Why is weird shit goin' down today?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hypothesis: Soon after their time of the month? No way, it would have been a pattern by now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hypothesis 2: Something new in the water? Possible. Note: Bring water bottle to school tomorrow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hypothesis 3: Practical joke? Unlikely. What would the endgame be, after all?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you forgot the rest of the scientific method</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;so that was pointless</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;back to reality</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...care for my friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flutters looks away from you and back to the batter again, almost sad. &quot;But, uh, you don't have to call or t-text me... if you don't want to...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;d'aww</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you consider putting your hand on her shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but that would be weird</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;right?</span><br />&quot;Aww, uh... don't worry Fluttershy, I like having new friends. I'll text you tonight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Upon hearing this, she lightly rocks her head forward to have her hair block your view from her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;her half embarrassed/ half happy smile stays hidden from you</span><br />[pic] = her face<br />&#160;<br />&quot;So, how does one bake a cake?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, first you have to whisk the batter until it's light and fluffy.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You've been whisking for <span class="nu0">20</span> minutes, Fluttershy...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh... so I have.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Is whisking usually a <span class="nu0">20</span> minute process?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Umm.... no.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;If today's cooking class taught you anything, you found out that Fluttershy's cooking abilities was no joke.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh and the fact that your body apparently was the pheromone master</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;school is over; time for football practice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;walk into the locker room, the rest of the guys already in there immediately stop talking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;all stare at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;silence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AAAYYYYYYYYYYY BOYS, IT'S ANONYMOUS!!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wat?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;one of the seniors walks up to you, putting his arm around you and turning to the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he speaks with volume and tone of a game show host</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;GENTLEMEN, GATHER 'ROUND!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;team actually gathers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's that weird shit; it's happening again</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;TODAY WE CELEBRATE OUR VERY OWN ANON'S PILGRIMAGE FROM 'FNG', TO A FUCKING LEGEND.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a war cry, nearly loud enough to shake the lockers themselves is let loose in the room</span><br />&quot;I didn't think climbing the tree was THAT big of a deal...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Game show host gives you a good slap on the back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hahaha, good one Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three of the younger players come up to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;uhh, Mr. Anon, sir? Could you teach us your ways?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The fuck? Ways of what?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another senior speaks up. &quot;You know man, how did you get her?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Who?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rainbow Dash, man! Every time someone on this team asked her out, swing and a miss. But YOU, you hit a line drive. I don't know what base you got on, but that makes you a legend.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Guys, I didn't do anything with Rainbow.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Same senior stands up. &quot;Don't kiss and tell huh? You suave motherfucker!&quot; He points at you while looking towards the underclassmen in the room. &quot;Boys! Learn from him!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;underclassmen bow at your feet. They chant, &quot;Teach us your ways sensei.&quot;</span><br />[pic]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enough!&quot; calls out another senior. &quot;Don't bother him with your immature bullshit. Anon will teach you when he feels you are ready.&quot; He walks towards the door. &quot;Anon, from now on, you can sit with the seniors at lunch.&quot; Walks out.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;is there something wrong with the water?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;THERE IS ABSOLUTELY SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE MOTHERFUCKIN WATER HERE</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pads on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;walking to the field</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;with the seniors?? whatever</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see a hand extended towards you from one of them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in it he has a pinched wad of what looks like wet grounded up tree bark</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;The hell? Why would I put dirt in my mouth?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he laughs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not dirt, Anon. Stick it between your gums and the side of your mouth.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What is it?&quot;<br />[pic]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;more chuckles. &quot;Cmon man, you've never had this? I guess it makes sense, it's kind of a senior thing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the guys with you open their mouths to show massive wads of the stuff in their mouths as well</span><br />&quot;Why?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll know when you try it. Just make sure not to swallow it. Spit out the juices as often as possible.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Meh, okay.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;freshman sees you take the stuff, but couldn't hear what was said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HEY CAN I HAVE SOME OF THAT TOO??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seniors share evil smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure thing, kid.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Freshman takes a huge wad, and accidentally swallows it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;not even 15 second later, puking his guts out</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;After the initial run drills, you're starting to feel this stuff kick in</span><br />&quot;Guys, what is this stuff anyways?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dip. You'll want to spit out the wad before hit drills, by the way.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;20 minutes after you put it in, you spit it out; buzzin' like a drunk bee</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hit drills</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;get paired against Big Mac</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you are given the ball</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;get set</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HIT&quot; Coach calls out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mac trucks you... hard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you fly backwards, landing on your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AGAIN, ANON. STARTERS EARN THEIR SPOT.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;get set</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HIT&quot; Coach calls out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you run at Mac a little harder this time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mac trucks you again, but not as bad</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this dip is keep the subsiding a bit of the pain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no wonder the seniors use it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon!&quot; Flash calls out, as he pulls you towards him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have to hit lower for big guys like Mac!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay&quot; you say, head spinning now<br /><span class="co4">&gt;get set</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;get pissed off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HIT&quot; Coach calls out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mac wasn't playing around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you weren't either</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this time you aim lower, and as soon as you two met in the middle, neither fell down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mac picked you up and threw you on the ground</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good enough, Anon. NEXT.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;couple of the guys huddle around you after your time with Mac</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bro, good job man. Don't worry, no one hits as hard as Big Mac&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah man, good job.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mac walks over. &quot;Y'alright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah I'm good.&quot;<br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Practice being over, you hit the showers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time for your tutoring after this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder who the tutor could be</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;walking down the hallway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;tired, coming down from a buzz, head spinning from being trucked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look for the right room</span><br />&quot;When did we even get tutors that stay this late after school?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;flashback</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you think for one second that you are getting special treatment because you are an upperclassman athlete in this high school... you're damn right.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;present reality</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Oh... right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you see the room number that you're supposed to go to</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;who would you find here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;maybe the teacher, but that's got to be overtime pay</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hell, with your luck it would be Twilight and she would just savor the fact that she was your tutor after you embarrassed her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh god</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;please don't be Twilight</span><br />[pic]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;please don't be Twilight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you open the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;please don't be...</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Sunset Shimmer??&quot;<br />&#160;<br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;within a millisecond, your mind goes over a thought</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it was only this morning that upon being surprised by the presence of someone like Sunset, whatever room or hallway you occupied instantly turned into a spaghetti slip-n-slide</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;now your heart rate doesn't even flutter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;is it confidence you gain from these girls?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;or is it that you just don't care anymore?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;either way...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks up from her papers at you. &quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look at the paper that had the room number on it</span><br />&quot;Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong room.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. I'm actually here to tutor some some football player in algebra.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;tfw anyone would be better than Twilight</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;le sigh</span><br />&quot;Nope. I'm in the right room.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YOU need help in algebra??&quot;</span><br />&quot;Apparently...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, well, uh okay? Take a seat here, I guess.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down and take out some paper and the book out of your bag</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look back up, and she's still looking at you, in denial</span><br />&quot;Uh, is everything okay?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she shakes her head. &quot;Yeah, can I just ask you something real quick?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I guess so...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why did you fail the last quiz?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;unamused</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'm just in love with not starting during the next football game.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset moves her eyes away from you toward the sides of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, dumb question I guess. Also, when did you get a starting position?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you raise an eyebrow</span><br />&quot;How did you know I was even on the team?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she gives you a 'really?' look</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I go to the games, Anon. Plus, you're on the roster along with your position. I may not be very good at sports, but I have school spirit too, ya know.&quot;</span><br />[pic]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;notbad.jpg</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Fair enough. And to answer you, I don't often dip my hands in what you would call 'homework.' Also I look out of the window a lot in class.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she laugh/snorts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anything interesting outside?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you chuckle as well</span><br />&quot;No, never.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good to know&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you take a pencil out of your pocket</span><br />&quot;We should probably get started.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right. Okay, so let's start here. Can you work this one...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;1 hour later</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, so how do you feel about the quiz?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset takes all of her papers and neatly puts them in a folder</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Actually, a lot better. You said that what you taught me is what the quiz will be over, right?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right,&quot; with a head nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look at the time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;past 7pm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;after no lunch and a long day, you're starving now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you have to walk home</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you two leave the room and walk towards the main doors</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Then yeah, I feel good. It's a shame I have to do this tomorrow as well. Speaking of which, are you getting paid to do this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a scoff, &quot;I'd hardly equate 'payment' to a few community service hours.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ouch. Why do it then?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She avoids eye contact. &quot;Umm, it's kind of a long story.&quot; Grabs her own arm. &quot;Let's just say some community service... isn't optional for me until I graduate.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;So, in other words, don't ask?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, don't ask.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;K&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;open the door and look outside</span><br />&quot;Huh, it's getting dark already&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;somewhat worried, she asks &quot;Hey Anon, can I ask you for a favor?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;notthisshitagain</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;This better not be what I think it is...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Could I get a ride home?&quot;</span><br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you've never been happier for a platonic request in your life</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Oh, uhh, sure...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she brightens up</span><br />&quot;...If I had a car.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;brightness.exe has stopped responding</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I mean, where do you live?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;468 Canterlot Way.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You live on Canterlot Way??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset wrinkles her nose in anger</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, okay? I know it's not the nicest..&quot;</span><br />&quot;No,&quot; you interrupt. &quot;I meant that I live there too. Just a few blocks away.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Could.. we...?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you two get off campus toward the same direction, the sun almost disappeared; it would be dark before you two got home</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;though you're not really the 'nice' guy, it's probably best you walk her home</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;shit happens when it gets dark, yo</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and she seemed nice enough</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's play a game.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Game?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, to pass the time. We have a long way to walk.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this shit</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Okay, I guess. How does it work?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I ask you a question and you answer. Then you ask me a question and I answer. Ready??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;walking her home was a huge mistake</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;with the least amount of enthusiasm possible, you answer</span><br />&quot;I was practically born ready for this game.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she chooses to ignore that</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, what is your favorite color?</span><br />&quot;Yellow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, is that not manly enough for you?&quot;<br />[pic] = your face<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, no, it's just... I don't often hear &quot;Yellow&quot; out of a football player's mouth&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;like you were some kind of meat head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like it was wrong to not say Black or Red or some dumb shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;whatever</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your turn</span><br />&quot;Okay then, what is yours?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Either red or yellow.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;The color of your hair? How original...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, that has nothing to do with it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah? How's that?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe subconsciously I like yellow because the Sun is yellow and part of my name is Sun, but also, I think the sun is beautiful, what, with all it means to life.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And that has nothing to do with your name literally being 'Sunset'??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know, maybe it does. Your turn.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Okay, you said you're not good at sports. How do you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;huh, let's dig deep while you're at it...&quot;</span><br />&quot;I would hardly call that 'deep'.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she thinks a moment, considering her answer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To be fair, I guess I don't. I have no idea if I'm good at sports here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You never tried??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not really.</span><br />&quot;Why?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a long story..&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Really that's all I get? 'It's a long story?'&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It has to do with the 'don't ask' thing.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;tfw she's not even playing fair in her own stupid fuckin' game</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;whatever</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So where are you from?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hold on a damn second. You didn't answer the last question. That means I get to go again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both stop. Clearly, this means something to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, uh, okay. Go again.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Continue walking</span><br />&quot;Okay now I have a serious question for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go for it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Are you trying to go out with me?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset stops</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you stop with her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No!&quot; she exclaims. &quot;What would make you think that?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;aside from every fucking thing that happened today? oh I don't know</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;still you have to assume that she don't know shit</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes! Positive.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you start walking again; she follows</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Okay good.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she stops again</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good? What the hell? Anon, you're really starting to sound like an ass. What does that even mean??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I am an ass. And you're taking that the wrong way. I know it sounds weird, but I like you more knowing that you don't want to go out with me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't follow; and I'm still kind of offended.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's been a long day.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That won't cover it, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Look, there's been a lot of weird shit going down today for me, okay? I'm just...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why would you even say this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your first real conversation with her, was her teaching you algebra!!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you had no reason to give any bit of trust to her, or anyone for that matter!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but, she seemed disinterested in romance with you,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and as much as you hated it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;maybe you could, in a sense, take advantage of her past, so that she won't betray you</span><br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'm just looking for someone I can trust someone at this school.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset looks at you, eyes wide as saucers</span><br />&quot;Fuck, why did I just say that?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;there is a silence between you two</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you had said enough</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you would wait for her to say something</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know exactly how you feel.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;yeah fuckin' right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's one of the hot girls that hangs out with Twilight's group!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;so what she got in trouble in high school?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she couldn't know your struggles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;moving all the time to different schools</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in the end, losing interest in making friends because you would just leave again because your parents had to move all of the damn time</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;how dare she equate her struggles with yours?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;who cares if she has a past?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;any guy you know on the team would gladly go out with her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck this bitch</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'm not playing your game anymore.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;if she doesn't like that</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset stops again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what do you mean??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'm done.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why? What did I say? Why are you acting this way? I thought we were friends??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Who the HELL said we were friends??&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS, YOU ASSHOLE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset started to tear up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;yeah, like you needed this today</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she stops again</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why are you acting this way?? I just wanted to be friends!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Because you have no idea, Sunset. Even if I do want to be your friend, you have no idea...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;grabs you by the shoulders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what makes you think you have any idea about what I'VE gone through??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Because all the other girls I talked to today want me... in a way that's more than friends, and I don't even know them!!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, she had no emotions. &quot;You know what Anon? If this is about your ego, then I'll walk myself home. Goodnight.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And for what it's worth, I thought I could trust you.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stomped off, then started a brisk run towards her house</span><br />&#160;<br />Balls: Nigga, what the hell you doin???<br />Dick: Kind sir, please relieve thine Man Card.<br />Brain: I hate to sound like Dick here, but: You just fucked up.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're back to where you where in the beginning of the school year</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;alone, and with no real friends</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;wake up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;groggy as hell</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;5 minutes before your alarm will go off</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;there's no way what happened yesterday WASN'T a dream</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's Monday and you'll go to school being the second string TE that no one really cares about</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;check phone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's Tuesday</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you still have a few minutes to think before you need to start getting ready</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;lots of weird shit went down yesterday, but why did you flip out on Sunset like that??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;or was that a dream?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no way that was real, why would you lose it on her for no reason?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she said she wasn't interested</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you'll inevitably find out today what was real and what wasn't</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;usually school prep</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;get out of shower and dry off in front of the mirror</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as a few trickles of water roll down your face from the shower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your mind envisions Sunset's tears trickling down her face</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;because of something you said</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;get your mind right Anon,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you'll handle this if you actually fucked up</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;suddenly you remember something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you were supposed to text Fluttershy last night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you promised</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she is in control of your grade</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;check phone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;holyshitthankyougod</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you texted her last night</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You: hey Fluttershy, it's Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;FS: Hello Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You: Listen I'm really tired. Long day. Just wanted to make sure you got my number</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;FS: Okay, I'll see you in class tomorrow. Thank you for texting me.&#160;:) &quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but why do you not remember that?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;bus arrives</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;get on bus</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look at your seat in the back</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie is sitting in your seat, waiting for you</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you approach your seat</span><br />&quot;Trixie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why, helloooo Anon. Trixie wishes to welcome you to our bus.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;with a look of 'too tired for this shit,' you look at her</span><br />&quot;Trixie, what are you doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie was hoping to converse&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well if 'Trixie' continues to speak in third person, Anon is finding another seat&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie almost looks embarrassed for a second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;almost</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoot your ass past Trixie to get the window seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;while doing so, the bus takes a sharp turn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your reflexes grab the first thing your hand can reach, without looking, to keep from falling</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie's thigh</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out a quiet 'eep' upon this action</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;her eyes turn into saucers, looking straight forward, seemingly past the next seat and into the future</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you practically careen into your seat without smashing your head into the window, you realize where your hand is</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;thankful that your hand found something to prevent a faceplant to the window</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bus stops the turn and you get into your seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hand is still grabbing something, and it doesn't feel like a seat cushion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look over at hand</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're grabbing Trixie's thigh</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie is looking forward, eyes as big as saucers, as if she'd seen a ghost</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;though you didn't ask for this, it's hard not to look at the scene of the crime</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your hand, though you tell it to, just won't move</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you put the fact that this will turn into an ordeal very soon, into the back of your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you've bean-balled by Life too many damn times yesterday not to deserve some underclassman thigh for a few seconds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;so you exhale, still looking at it, allowing yourself to just soak this in</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but notice that she's wearing a skirt today, a light blue one, no doubt to complement her blue skin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and your hand is not near her knee either, it's brushed up some skirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's almost on the part where her thighs touch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;wait, your hand is moving on its own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your Spidey-senses tingle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;who is watching this??</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;everyone else is talking to each other, no one saw what happened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your hand give her thigh a squeeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;damn, that's firm. She works out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;ayy, underclassman got some leg</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;snap back to real time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;remove hand</span><br />&quot;uhh, sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;regaining color to her face and still looking straight forward, Trixie responds, &quot;Th- there is no need to apologize. Trixie understands it was an accident.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shoot an angry look at her</span><br />&quot;What did I say about third person?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;without missing a beat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I understand it was an accident.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;a few moments of silence</span><br />&quot;What did you want to talk about, anyways?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still seeing the same ghost, she doesn't move her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trix... I... do not quite remember what I was going to ask you.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Okay.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;look out of the window</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;boner, not now</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;wait a second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Life didn't throw throw you any bean balls, it threw you curve balls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;just because this is against what you're used to doesn't meant you can't enjoy it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what if</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;what if you just swung anyways?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what if you just enjoyed this while it lasted?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;tbh, you know it can't keep on like this, so why not just ride the magic carpet while the ride lasted?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;why not throw your hands up and scream a little until the roller coaster stopped?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you think of what happened with Sunset</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no, that was definitely real</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you would mend that, if at all possible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you didn't need to be a douche about the situation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;or be a complete douche about everything that happened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you could handle being the fuckin' man for a few days if your entire class apparently demanded it</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;look back to Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;totally nervous, cracking her fingers</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Still can't remember?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is it true that you hooked up with Rainbow Dash yesterday?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;What? No. She tore her shirt and I let her use mine until she could change.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that really what happened? Or do you want to keep what actually happened a secret?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently underclassman got some balls, despite firm, albeit, hot thighs</span><br />&quot;No, that's actually what happened. We didn't hook up.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you say so... but you do realize the implications if you DID, do what the rumors say, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, the football team made sure I knew.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're on the football team??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;this again</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;exhale</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie has underestimated you, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;shoot look at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry. I'll work on that.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I... don't suppose you might field a few more questions?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whatever.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;um, so who are you going to ask?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;ask what?</span><br />&quot;huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who are you asking to be your date?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dating isn't really my thing...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean like to the homecoming dance...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Oh, when is that?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This.. weekend?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, I'm probably not going.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost dejected, &quot;Why not?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Dances are equally not my thing, and it's a bit late to ask as well.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not too late... for everyone.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look out of the window, seeing the bus pulls into school</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What did you think?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bus stops</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;kids in front get up and grab their bags,</span><br />&quot;Think of what?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My leg.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your turn to get up and leave the bus</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you scoot past Trixie to get on the center aisle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;steel yourself for the rest of the day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she stays seated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you move forward towards the exit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn around to look at her</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Pretty good.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;exit the bus</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you see a bit of commotion inside the doors to the school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash comes running out</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! Bro, is it true??&quot;</span><br />&quot;Probably not.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;you got with Rainbow Dash yesterday??&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nope.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he stops, walking with you towards the doors again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, long story, but we didn't do anything.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Half the football team told me that you two did something during PE yesterday.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I told the guys that we didn't do anything; they didn't believe me.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you're telling the truth, I'd be careful. Rainbow has a bit of a violent side to her&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, no shit. Thanks though, I'll keep it in mind.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you two walk through the doors of the school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;seemingly normal Tuesday</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but wait</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you have to be ready for weird shit again, and handle it like a b0ss</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;just let it happen, Anon</span><br />&#160;<br />Cue swag walk montage, but only <span class="nu0">5</span>% cheesy and nowhere near the douche level of Spiderman <span class="nu0">3</span>. Cue &quot;Stayin' Alive&quot; by the BeeGees<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you notice some people see you and whisper something to their friends</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you wonder how many people believe this rumor about you and RD</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;some of the younger girls giggle upon seeing you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the guys give you head nods as you pass by</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;everyone has heard this rumor, apparently</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;football team members yell out &quot;Ayyyyyy!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy gives you an innocent wave</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;give her one back</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did Fluttershy just wave to you?&quot; Flash asks</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash gives you a questioning look, but you don't see it</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;continue montage</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you see Twilight talking to Applejack at their lockers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ's back was towards you, but Twilight sees you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ is wearing some tighter-then-usual jeans</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that really show off the shape of her legs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;damn son</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you walk by</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look at Flash,</span><br />&quot;Check this out.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ still has not seen you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash looks at you, waiting for whatever is about to happen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you reach over and pinch Applejack's ass</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;a reactionary squeak and jump comes from her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HWUT THE..&quot; she yells</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she turns to see you walking by</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you flash AJ and Flash a 'witness me' grin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ's embarrassed but she's smiling, trying to cover the redness of her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Damn it, Anon.&quot; she whispers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sees all of this, &quot;What the hell??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash sees all of this, &quot;What the hell??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Applejack! Are you going to just let him do that??&quot; Twilight scream/whispers to her friend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;try not to show her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Reckon I will.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twi: &quot;WHAT?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Twilight, quit screamin'&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;Why are you acting so nonchalant about this?? He just molested you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Quit all that PC crap, Twi. I.. uh... I like him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;any and all emotion on Purppol's face was quickly drained into a jaw drop</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;back to you and Flash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what the hell was that? Why is she not stomping your face into the ground?? Do you even know who Applejack is??&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know her fairly well.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is this some kind of practical joke?? You know you could get suspended if AJ tells Celestia about this.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I got a hunch that AJ has no plans of informing Principal Celestia of anything.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash stops</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay seriously, what in the ever-loving fuck happened to you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you stop as well, now at your locker</span><br />&quot;Look, Flash, you're my friend, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;not following where you're going with this, but he nods a 'yes'</span><br />&quot;Okay look man, weird shit has been happening since yesterday. I don't know how to explain, but I'll make you a promise. I won't lie to anyone about anything, and I won't let this... whatever it is... get out of hand. Okay?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright man. I guess that's fair, but you gotta get me up to speed on what's happened at lunch, okay?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You bet.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;time for homeroom</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ANON, BRO I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED&quot;</span><br />&quot;Norman, chill. You probably heard wrong.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No way man, you kissed Rainbow Dash yesterday!!&quot; he yells out far too loud</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;rest of the class is now looking at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;some unbelievers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;some very much so believing</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look at the class</span><br />&quot;Uhh, haha, he's, uh, he's just joking! It's a joke.... funny...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you get into whisper mode</span><br />&quot;Norman, I will skin you alive if you do that shit again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he follows your volume level now</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry man, but that's so rad. Last time I heard that a guy kissed Rainbow, we were in middle school. You're such a pimp, man.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Norman, I'm not a pimp. I didn't kiss Rainbow yesterday.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatever, that's not what I heard.&quot;</span><br />&quot;The football guys are full of shit. I told them yesterday that it wasn't true.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Football guys? What are you talking about? Rainbow told me herself today.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;handle this, Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but it would have to wait until PE</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;English class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no longer head in the clouds, at least until you get this situation settled with Rainbow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;until then</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ walks into class, comes towards the seat next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smug as ever, apparently recovered from the hallway incident</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Howdy there, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;AJ.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she sits down, starts to whisper</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Quite the stunt you pulled back at them lockers, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I't be a shame if'n I had to tell Celestia about it...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your eyes are wide open now, heart rate reaching panic mode</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this isn't how you envisioned her reaction</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you whisper back, clearly worried</span><br />&quot;Why would you do that??? I was just being flirty!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who said I didn't like it, Anon?&quot; she answers with a bit too much coy in her voice</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'm really lost right now.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles. &quot;Heh, you're dumb as dirt Anon, but 'cha got a pair. Tell ya what, maybe I'll rethink tellin' Celestia if'n ya come by my place after school.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;wat</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I would, but I got practice and tutoring after school. I won't be leaving until pretty late.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;still smug, almost evil smile. &quot;Fine by me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;slips you a note with her address on it</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;oh, and Mac knows my feelin' for ya. Hit 'em low, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks around the class, making sure no one is looking, then kisses you on the cheek</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See ya tonight,&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're really in this shit now, Anon</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;sit down in algebra</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;see Twilight talking to Moondancer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;gets out of her seat and takes her books</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;sits next to you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;pls no</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Having fun, Anon?&quot; she asks. Clearly a baited question</span><br />&quot;It's math, of course not.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't play dumb with me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Fine. No, this conversation is already not fun.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;steam exits her ears</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You might think your little 'player' game is fun, but it's not when you mess with my friends&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wha..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Most people would be fine with just having Rainbow Dash, but now you want Applejack too? You just piling up your little herd? Who's next? Me? Are you going to ask me out next?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I can promise you, I won't be asking you out anytime soon. Also, not playing any 'player' games.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;seemingly t-boned by your response, she doesn't look as angry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;almost looks hurt</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I don't know what's going on, but I didn't do anything with Rainbow yesterday. I just let her borrow my shirt. We didn't kiss, or do anything else for that matter.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're lying. She told me that you two made out yesterday. Plus, even if I DID believe you, what makes you think that you can get away with what you did to AJ in the halls?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;She certainly didn't seem to mind...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's not the point. I'll be watching you Anon. I don't know what you've done to sway Rainbow and Applejack, but you're up to something. I can feel it, and there's no answers in the back of the book for THIS problem. Tread lightly Anon. You're on foreign ground.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she moves back to her seat</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;what the hell just happened?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're on foreign ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;wut</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twatlot must be one of those losers who memorizes quotes from obscure works just to quote them in heated moments</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;couldn't lie, her body was an easy 8</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but like mama always said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Never stick it in the crazy, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;bell rings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;shape up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PE time</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;getting some answers from Rainbow</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;hallway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;spot Rainbow on the way to the gym</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you almost yell out why she's been lying to people about you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but if it's true that she's been lying, having you exclaim it in the hallway where everyone can hear would be exactly what she would want</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're doing this your way</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;come up behind Rainbow without her seeing you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;just quiet enough where she can hear you</span><br />&quot;Don't stop walking.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wasn't going to.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Got anything for me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks at you, then points her eyes forward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your shirt is in the gym. I washed it last night.&quot;</span><br />&quot;In the gym? Why did you put it in the gym?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because you'd need it for PE, dumbass.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you two walk outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's avoiding eye contact</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Nice. I save you from a year's worth of ridicule and you call me a dumbass.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up Anon, no one cares.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;NO ONE CARES??</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Are you PMSing or are you just always this bitchy?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Ya know, after what happened yesterday I would think..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cuts you off. &quot;Think what? That I owe you something?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Maybe some gratitude for starters, Rainbow.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you two get inside the gym</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she heads for the back corner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you still follow</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she tones her voice back down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I tried giving you my 'gratitude' yesterday and you turned it down like a stray puppy&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Why do you care? I did the nice thing by not asking you to do something you clearly weren't comfortable with!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow suddenly stops, and turns to you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;IT'S NOT ABOUT BEING 'NICE' ANON!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;click</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that sound was your mind putting it together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it all made sense now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it wasn't about re-payment</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I get it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You get what??&quot;</span><br />&quot;I understand now. This has nothing to do with losing your shirt.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you fold your arms as she is getting visibly irritated</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;This whole thing is a game, isn't it? And by me turning you down your 'payment', you lost. You've never offered that before, have you? And the first time you do, you get turned down.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;wait</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;See, now it all makes sense. You DID lie about yesterday, didn't you? Because if anyone found out that you got denied, it would kill your rep, wouldn't it?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;in seconds, Rainbow unnaturally went from fuming to calm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, good job. You figured it out. Your shirt is in the closet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she starts back towards the door at the corner of the gym</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I heard about you and AJ, by the way..&quot; she casually mentions</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But you know what the difference is between me and her?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you walk in the closet and look for your shirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow comes in behind</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;No, I don't know.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Applejack likes to EARN whatever she wants.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow pulls out a key and silently locks the door behind you two</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you realize your shirt isn't in the closet, you quickly turn to the door only to an evil smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;suddenly realizing what she's done, your eyes widen as you look at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then she grabs your shirt and pulls your head down to her face</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me...? I just. Fucking. Take it.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the last thing you see is that evil smile as she flicks the light switch</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow pushes you back and you hit the wall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you feel movement in the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she quickly appears in front of you again</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she punches you in the gut... hard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;apparently she's stronger than she looks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your upper half is keeled over, arms wrapped around yourself</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;What the hell Rainbow! The fuck is your problem!?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was for embarrassing me yesterday, asshole.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;few seconds go by</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;pain is still present, but you get upright again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you try to move, you feel her arms wrap around you tightly</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Rainbow?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;then you feel her breath on your ear as she whispers &quot;This is for helping me.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you feel a hand grab your jaw as it is pulled down a bit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she locks her lips onto yours and slowly kisses you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your Brain, Dick and Balls all say in unison: &quot;Just let this happen, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;if this is actually going to happen and she wants some, you're damn sure going to enjoy it</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you return the favor, making sure not to use tongue yet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you feel her hands rubbing your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;take the liberty to put your hands to use, so you grab dat ass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she gives a reactionary, silent gasp, and kisses you harder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you give both cheeks a tight squeeze</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;mmhmm&quot; she moans. &quot;You fuckin' like those, Anon?&quot; she says through her teeth</span><br />&quot;Hell yeah.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD might have got the jump on you, but your instincts kick in and you feel an urge to take over the situation</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;starting with reaching around and giving that ass a hard smack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she grabs two fistfuls of your shirt and cranes her head back, letting out an exhale</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she repays your spanking by shoving her tongue down your throat</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She jumps on you, continuing the mining of your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;wrapping her legs around your torso</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you feel her legs flexing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;damn, this girl got leg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this continues for a few minutes</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she moves onto biting your neck, but not hard enough to leave a hickey</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll ask one more time, Anon&quot; she breathes into your ear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How do you want it?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Surprise me&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she jumps off of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's still pitch black in the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;can't see a damn thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you start to feel her hand rubbing your inner thighs</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your bulge is turning into a mountain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;shit, this is hot</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;hear an unzip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she grabs your member and pulls it out of your pants</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you hear her spit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then you feel a wet hand caressing your dick</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;legs twitch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;eyes fly wide open</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she twists and pulls at it</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Oh my god, Rainbow...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oohhh, I know you like this.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she kisses the snake eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as if you couldn't get harder</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;started to slowly pump</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then she put her mouth on in</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;it wouldn't last long though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you hadn't fapped for nearly a week, just to see if you could</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh my god, she started using her tongue</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;head bobs back and forth, using her hand at the same time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your head leans back and your eyes close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;heart rate increasing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hands shaking</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Rainbow... unf, I-I'm gunna cum&quot; you stutter out<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good boy,&quot; says she with a mouthful of your dick</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you feel it about to happen</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Dash, faster...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she obeys</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;oh, oh... OH MY GOD&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;*orgasm*</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your body opens the flood gates, and it feels so good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you suppress yelling out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you realize you came in her mouth</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;*gulp*</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Damn, Anon. That was almost two swallows&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;yfw she swallowed</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you feel five pounds lighter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;knees collapse, you're sitting on the floor</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;So where does this leave us?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're even now. And don't let this get to your head. We're not going out.&quot;</span><br />'Okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, and if you tell a soul about this, I'll murder you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you can't see her face, but you can tell she's serious</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Put your pants on, Anon. It's time for PE.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she gets the key and opens the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she leaves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;get pants on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you leave the room</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash is outside of the door, mouth agape in shock from seeing you come out of the same private room with Rainbow</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look at him for a second, eyes still wide open</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash is still not moving</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you don't think he even registered what you said</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;his eye starts twitching like he's having an aneurysm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;uh, A-Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you realize he's the only one that saw you and Rainbow walk out</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you realize he probably heard you... finish</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you realize that with the way he's acting now, there's a good chance he'll go full retard about it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you never go full retard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and by full retard, you mean he'll tell everyone, starting my screaming it in the gym</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you need to handle this situation</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Flash, I need you to do me a favor, okay?&quot; you talk to him as if he's an unstable wild animal<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;his head is literally twitching on his neck</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Flaasshhh? I need you to be very quiet, okay??&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;uhhhhhuhh, A... A-Anon???&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you reach your palm out towards him, signalling him to calm down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you get close enough to him to whisper</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Flash, listen now, there is absolutely NO REASON to flip out right now, okay? Let's just take it easy and go about our day, alright??&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash blinked himself out of his trance and gave his head a good shake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then he almost looked angry</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;NO,&quot; he loudly whispered. &quot;DON'T FUCK WITH ME ANON. I'VE HAD TOO MANY BATHROOM SESSIONS DREAMING SOMETHING LIKE THAT WOULD HAPPEN TO ME. NOW I JUST SAW GODDAMN RAINBOW DASH WALK OUT OF THAT ROOM WITH A DRIPPING-WET RIGHT HAND AND SOMETHING SMEARED AT THE CORNER OF HER MOUTH.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;don't panic</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Okay, look. I'll tell you what happened, but when I do, you have to promise that this stays between you and me, and I mean ONLY YOU AND ME. Because if Rainbow finds out that I told anyone, she said she would kill me. And if she DOES kill me, I'll come back from the dead to stick used AIDS infested heroin needles in your arm while you sleep every night.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, fine. I won't tell anyone. I don't even need details; I'll just imagine them later tonight. Just answer this: Did what I think just happen... happen???&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look around the gym; no one is near you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you double take all directions just to make sure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look to the right of you to avoid his eye contact</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Ummm.... Yes.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;wind suddenly escapes Flash's lungs in a staggered motion as his top half keels over, much like when RD punched you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he mutters nonsensical phrases at volumes too low for even you to hear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;one hand is grabbing his stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the other is holding his forehead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he tries to walk it off but he falls in the process</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he doesn't even put effort into getting back up</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Flash, what the hell? Get up, man! You're going to make a scene.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you meet eyes with him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;his pupils have dilated far beyond any normal scale, giving you puppy-dog eyes of wonder</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he starts to say something, but you can't hear it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you bend over to get your ear closer to his mouth</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-y-you..... You are...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Flash, I can't hear you, man, what's wrong?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The.. prophecies were true...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh no, pls no...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y--You are... YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the Chosen One</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;facepalm</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Flash, you're starting to remind me of that kid who ate glue in the first grade.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still in his dumbass little trance, &quot;You have achieved nirvana...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;now this is really irritating</span><br />&quot;Dude, I am going to lose my shit if you don't get up and keep your nonsense to a minimum.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cho---sen...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you put a hand on your forehead as you look off into the distance</span><br />&quot;I can't believe you're popular here...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash gets up off the floor</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, don't act like this ISN'T a big deal.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's really not, Flash. If you could grow a pair in the next few seconds, that would be great.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up, man. How did you even ask her out??&quot;</span><br />&quot;I didn't.. it was a one time thing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YOU'RE NOT EVEN GOING OUT WITH HER!?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn to Flash, seriously unamused</span><br />&quot;Flash, I'm about to destroy your life if you don't chill out. Plus, aren't you supposed to be the 'cool' guy in our grade?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well not now, now that you're racking up the girls!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Are you SERIOUSLY buying into this hype?? People find out that a guy has any kind of physical interaction from ONE popular girl and everyone LOSES THEIR MINDS?? Is that REALLY how it works here??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;THAT'S EXACTLY HOW IT MOTHERFUCKING WORKS, ANON.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as soon as he says that, you reach the door to the locker room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a wave of denial and disbelief overcomes your body, and you reach for the wall to keep yourself propped up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a sharp pain hits the top of your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;slight nosebleed</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You okay, Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, just, just an aneurysm out of sheer stupidity..&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find your gym shirt in the locker room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that cheeky bitch,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you weren't complaining</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PE teacher made you and Flash run 3 miles instead of just one, for your lateness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow got out of the extra two miles because she's a girl</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since you two have to run at the same time, might as well talk while running</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Fine. I won't tell a soul about it, and I won't flip out about it anymore.</span><br />&quot;You promise?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pinky promise.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;pause</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Did you just say Pinkie Promise??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash slowly retracts his pinkie finger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uhh, no.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;moment of pause</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Look man, you've been my friend since my first week here. We're even on the team together; I just don't get why people are making a big deal about this... especially the football team, man.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think you're missing the point, Anon. It's not just about the girls. I mean, it kinda is, but also not.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'm listening...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know. Every once in a while you see a girl get interested in a guy below her own league. A lot of times, he lets it get to his head and he turns into an ass towards his old friends.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well I was already an ass, so I got that covered.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not what I meant, but whatever. It's..&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he looks away for a moment</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's nice to see someone buck the system and make it work for them, especially when they're a friend. People see that shit, man. And as far as the team goes, we're a unit. Almost a family. If one of us makes it big, we all kinda make it big.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Wow that was actually kind of deep. Anymore of that and I thought you'd get into some homo shit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you both laugh as he punches you in the shoulder</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatever man...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;another silent pause</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, uhm... how was..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you interrupt before he can finish his question</span><br />&quot;Dude, I'm going to murder you.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;walking to chem was a bit of a lighter experience than usual</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;maybe because your balls were still empty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;still, it felt good to be 'cool' even if you knew the idea of popularity was dumb</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the occasional double take from a few girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the high-fives and shout outs from guys</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;feelsgoodman</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you see Marshmellow coming from the other side of the hallway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;going to the same class</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your mind slows down time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;giving you time to think</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mayo Girl is best friends with Twilight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no way she secretly likes you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;more than likely she has no opinion of you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;flashback</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be watching you Anon... you're up to something.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;present time</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight might have employed her to do some investigating</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;instead of waiting for an attack,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;why not play hardball on this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no reason to start anything, but step up to the plate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad always said to never swing first</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;real time</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's about to walk into class</span><br />&quot;Hey Rarity, mind sitting next to me in class?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not at all, I've been meaning to talk to you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;game on, snowflake</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;enter the class together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;let her choose where to sit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she chooses in the back where you usually sit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;both sit down and get your books out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;neither of you plan on listening to the lecture</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;like you ever do</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've been hearing quite a bit about you recently, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;don't be abrasive, but stick to your sarcastic guns</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Rumors are always the best way to learn about someone.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rares cocks and eyebrow up, then shoots a 'notbad.jpg' face towards the front of the classroom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well said. Maybe I should be more specific. I am friends with Rainbow Dash. Do you have a.. thing? For her?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;No, not at all. I talked to her earlier today to clear things up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you now? She told me that you two had, kissed.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I think she was spreading that around to mess with me.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;didn't say that you DIDN'T</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you certainly didn't want anyone to know what happened</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I will not lie; I don't know you well enough to fully believe you, but I can attest to Rainbow having quite the mouth on her.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;no comment</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I can believe that, for sure.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It has occurred to me that you are new this year, Anon. What can you tell me about yourself?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;keep the ball in your court, Anon</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Eh, who cares about that? I'd rather know more about you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;for less than a second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you could almost detect</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bingo</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;keep her talking about herself</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well then, what would you like to know? Let me guess; If I am single?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I hadn't even thought of asking, but if you feel like sharing, sure.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really? That- That's not what you were asking for?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No? Should it have been?&quot;<br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I apologize. That's... usually what boys ask for.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's okay. I could guess why.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;activate cheeky grin supression</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I was looking for more like... hobbies, interests and stuff.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In that case, there are many things I dip my hands in. I am a fashionista, for one.&quot; as she flicks her hair with a hand</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;A fashion-what?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, please. Don't embarrass yourself. A 'fashionista.' It means I am always on top of the new fashion lines.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that was somehow insulting and friendly at the same time</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I see. Certainly not one thing we have in common. What else?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As it is. I pride myself in generosity.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Isn't it a bit, conceited... to call yourself generous?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm. Maybe so. Perhaps 'I always try to improve my generous actions' would be a better phrasing.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Would the guys you've turned down for a date agree with that?&quot;<br />&#160;<br />&quot;I mean, I AM on the football team. I know a few guys that have apparently tried...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she crosses her arms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Some of those boys aren't worth the words I have to give them in order to turn them down. They think just because they have made a spot on the school team, that it shall somehow excuse their brutish behavior towards women.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;well dodged, Rarity</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;even as a straight male, you had to admit that some of those who tried her hadn't a chance in hell from the beginning</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Also, when did you get on the football team?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;facepalm</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I've been on the team since the beginning of the year, Rarity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have you now? How is that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I like it.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That is good, I suppose.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;What kind of music do you like?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I am actually very selective in the music I partake in.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Partake?? Like listen to or play?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Both, actually. My friends and myself used to be in a band together. I sing and play the keyboard.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You really don't strike me as a keyboard player...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll take that as a compliment. I just took my old piano lessons and used a keyboard to assist the band.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That sounds like it was fun. Is the band still together?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not exactly. We mostly stopped after we defeated the three evil magical monsters last semester.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you cock an eyebrow at her</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;just</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;just don't ask, Anon</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Uh-huh. Okay. Back to the fashion thing. Does that mean you also make clothes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It doesn't automatically, but I am working towards doing so.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Like, for a living?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Only in my most sacred dreams.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;kek</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Does that include all clothes, or just like, dresses?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mainly dresses for certain, but I would make any type of clothing if called upon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's pretty cool, Rarity.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she gives you an unbelieving smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you don't have to lie. I know you have no interest in fashion.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Oh, I could care less about fashion. I just think it's cool that you know what you want to do in life.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really now?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, really. It's cool to live in the moment and all, but I think too many people... especially here at this school... make huge deals about something that won't matter next month. It's nice to hear a change in that.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, Anon, that's very.. sweet of you to say. And quite wise as well.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have heard that quote before! Do you study philosophy?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;time passes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bell rings</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you leave quickly, practically starving</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you're not letting anyone get in your way this time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shall eat all of the horrible school lunch</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you don't however, notice Twilight walking towards the chem class door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she spots Rarity and speed-walks to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;What did you find out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Twilight, I think you have made a mistake. He seems just as honest as can be. In fact, I wouldn't mind speaking with him more often.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;YOU LIKE HIM TOO??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Heavens no. But he seems genuine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;Did you find out who he asked?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Apologies, Twilight. It completely slipped my mind.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;be in line to get food</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;stomach growl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;stomach, chill</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you receive toxic waste on your plate, you hear a whisper</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What was it like?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;female</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moondancer</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, Rainbow Dash.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this again</span><br />&quot;Look, uhh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she turns away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;M-Moondancer. My name is Moondancer.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;wait</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this is the chick that heckled you in Algebra</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Yeah.. Moondancer? It was just a rumor. I never kissed her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes. Really.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's not what I hea..&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then you heard wrong. Look, I know that's a rumor going around but you can't believe everything you hear.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;more slop is placed upon your tray</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I heard it from Rainbow. She must really like you, to make up something like that..&quot;</span><br />&quot;She doesn't like me like that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you want her to though?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;what did this nerdy fuckin girl just say?</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;No. I've talked to her too much to like her.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think you're the only guy who wouldn't go out with..&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, I'm not. I'm probably the only guy who doesn't even want to hit it and quit it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's taken aback, eyes wide open, mouth agape with shock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why would you hit her??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;huge facepalm</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Christ, it's a metaphor. Just ask Twilight later. Hint: it doesn't mean to physically assault her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh,&quot; she pushes her glasses back up her nose. &quot;I see.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;more slop</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you angry at me for what I said yesterday?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You can't be angry at people you don't care about.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;wait</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;WAHT DID YOU JUST SAY??</span><br />&#160;<br />Brain: NIGGER WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!?!?<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;damage control</span><br />DEFCON <span class="nu0">1</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no, fuck that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;DEFCON .5</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;look over at Moondancer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's studying...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the floor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I... I-I understand.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before you can damage control</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's just... sometimes I do things to try and impress Twilight. I'm still not very good at.. making friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... or speaking to... uhm.. persons of opposite gender.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />Brain: YEAH WAY TO GO, ASSHOLE. FUCKING BREAK HER ALREADY BROKEN GLASSES WHILE YOU'RE AT IT<br />&#160;<br />&quot;Look, that came out wrong. I'm, uh, I'm not mad at you, okay? I'm sorry; that was really rude. I'm sure you're a really nice person.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's still looking down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;CRISIS NOT AVERTED YET</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;And uh... and you look cute today.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;a pair of be-speckled eyes with swollen pupils looks at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;R..really??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;final slop on your tray</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Um, yeah.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;feelin' the need to GTFO</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;start to walk away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn back</span><br />&quot;And, maybe not heckling guys is a good place to start for that second problem...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moon quickly takes out a pen and a pad</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;writes down, &quot;Don't heckle boys I like.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you walk away, you hear your name being called</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;by a guy this time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;guys at senior table wave you over</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh yeah</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;so that's a thing now</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;sit down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a few variations of &quot;What's up, Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not much, bois.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon, who you baggin today?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;so this is what senior dialect is like</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;improvise your answer into something they can understand</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Skies are clear today, fellas.&quot;<br />&#160;<br />Brain: Skies are clear? Are you retarded or something?<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ayy, everybody's got to have a day off, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;chuckles and &quot;huhuh, yeah&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;switch to Twilight's table</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;Is that Anon over with the seniors?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Yes, I believe it is, actually.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;F: &quot;Isn't that only for seniors?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight angrily pouts. &quot;Yes, I believe it is, actually.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;back to senior table</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;steer conversation off of women</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if at all possible</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;So who are we playing this week anyways?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know man. Some nobody team. Anyone know their name?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;chorus of 'nope'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess we don't know then. It's the homecoming game, though, so they'll be easy to beat.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;homecoming</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;game</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that only means</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Speaking of which, who did you ask?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ask for what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Haha, come on man. You know, the homecoming dance!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, that. Uhh, I didn't.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;seniors stop eating</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I mean on top of that fact that I forgot it's homecoming week, dances aren't really my thing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You bad at dancing or something?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wouldn't know; never been to a dance.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're getting some weird looks rn</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;guy next to you puts down his fork and leans over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bruh, look. It's your choice if you don't want to go; but you got a lot of options as far as girls to take.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;guy across from table points his fork at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And on top of that, you don't even have to dance there if you don't want to. Lots of guys just stand around and chill. It's always fun.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;guy on the other side of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No shame in going stag, too. Dance with more girls that way.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;another speaks up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And don't tell anyone but we're spiking the punch this year.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah man. Homecoming is a funny way of saying 'You're gettin' laid.'&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;game show host chimes in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, it's your choice man. Just promise us that you'll think it over, aite?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, yeah I can do that.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Speaking of choices, here comes one right now.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;rest of the guys quietly let out (in unison) an 'aayyyyyyyyy'</span><br />&quot;Wha?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;tap on your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Hello Anon, we were wondering if you wanted to sit by us today?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she points to Twilight's table</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;look over at the guys</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a single unison head nod</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Yeah, okay.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;before you get to your new seat you see some high-fives given at the senior table and one little-too-loud 'That dude is unstoppable.'</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity sits down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;leaving one spot between AJ and Twi</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;yeah</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this won't be uncomfortable</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;sit down with tray</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before you can even look up after sitting down</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HEY I'M PINKIE PIE&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it takes a few seconds for the ringing to stop</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Hey, Pinkie. I'm Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know who you are, silly!! Rainbow and the girls told me all about you!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;unseen by the others, you look at Rainbow Dash</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;telepathy</span><br />&quot;DID YOU TELL HER???&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: 'Of course not, you idiot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;end telepathy</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;nervously laugh</span><br />&quot;Well maybe we can be friends anyways..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity snort/laughs, but quickly stifles it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she was the only one that got the joke</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PP: &quot;Of COURSE WE'LL BE FRIENDS!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;So, uh, Anon. Senior table, huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh.. yeah I guess so.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: You must be gettin' purdy popular then, huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I certainly wouldn't say popular. You guys are more of the popular crew, anyways.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Well you certainly did SOMETHING to evoke such an acceptance.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;What did you do, anyways?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rares was being nice, but Twilight is trying to grill you without the rest picking up on it</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Honestly, I have no idea. They're all idiots, but they're cool.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;They do seem a bit, barbaric but one can see how they have a good time.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;Really? Because I thought it might have been because of the rumor about you and Rainbow...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />your brain's initial response: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANnWdwlu2ac [Embed]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;collect yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you can handle this</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Someone must have seen Rainbow walk into the gym with my shirt after our PE class, but I'm sure Rainbow spreading the rumor herself didn't help the matter.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;telepathy</span><br />&quot;Hurry up and agree with me you dumb cunt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You lost the privilege of calling me a cunt when I swallowed.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&quot;Okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;end telepathy</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;I heard the rumor from some kids and thought it was funny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;I failed to see the punchline...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Look I'm not really known for overthinking things, alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the entire table nods in agreement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;So you guys DIDN'T kiss yesterday??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Twilight, I've already told you. No. We didn't kiss yesterday.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Though I have to admit,&quot; you chuckle out. &quot;It has been funny to see some people's response to the rumor, even after I deny it. It's unreal, actually.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PP: &quot;UNREAL? Haha, that's a good one, Anon! You know what else isn't real?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her smile turn into a very serious face as she stares right into the depths of your soul</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you can almost feel reality in itself start to chip away at your mind as you start to lose capacity to understand what is happening</span><br />&#160;<br />[pic] = your mind<br />&#160;<br />PP: &quot;This entire story.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her face goes back to a smile as she looks away from you to take a bite of her lunch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;everything goes back to normal again</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;... what the hell?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Sorry Anon. She does that sometimes.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Okay, I guess.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ discreetly slides her hand on your leg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look at AJ</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she silently mouths &quot;Try not to squirm&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;squirm?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what are you, in 7th grade?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;pls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;leg rubbing isn't even a turn on anymore</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;starts at your knee and tickles it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;someone is asking you a question</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;F: &quot;Umm, Anon? Did you hear me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, sorry. Could you repeat that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;F: &quot;Oh, that's alright. Are you excited about the game?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you are about to answer, AJ ranks up her tickle game</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Oh, yeAH. SHOUld be fun!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;F: &quot;That's nice.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shoot AJ a dirty look when you're done answering</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's smiling, and gives you a wink</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;fine</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you admit it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it was hot</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as conversations go on, AJ slowly slides her hand up your leg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh god</span><br />[pic]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's going to</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyAn3fSs8_A [Embed]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;DANGER ZONE</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she gets close to your upper thigh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;blood drains from your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no expression. trying to hide what is happening</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;grabs your inner thigh with a squeeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;alarms are going off all over your body and mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;boner no</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;look around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;how has no one noticed this???</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she slides her fingers slowly past your upper thigh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BONER NOT NOW</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;too late</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the member decides to go down the pant leg AJ is rubbing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's dangerously close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if she moves up another inch up...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;FUCK SHE MOVED AN INCH UP</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;this time it was her turn for her to have a blank face, after she realizes what happened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;quickly turns back into half-lidded eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she leans over, quietly asks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That easy, huh sug?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;No, it's pretty hard right now...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;doing everything to keep a straight face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she rubs a finger on the tip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;HAVE MERCY</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;bell ring</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;OHYOU'REKIDDINGME</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;think of disgusting things to get boner back down</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;snakes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;spiders</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;people are getting up and leaving</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you can't stay here much longer without looking weird</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;BUT NOTHING IS WORKING</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;WHAT ELSE??</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;naked grandmother</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;other men's peni</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;getting dick ripped off (not for sexual)</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Anon, you sitting there all day?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ smiles</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;THINK HARDER</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;furries</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;almost barf</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;dick immediately reverts back inside your body and brings your balls in with it</span><br />furries OP nerf pls<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;immediately get up</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Yeah I'm coming.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;history class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie is here</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that's why yesterday it was so quiet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;doesn't sit next to you though</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;teacher is about as exciting as a 5lbs bag or fertilizer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;cue Charlie Brown teacher noises</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;phone vibrates</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;pull it out</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Hey Anon]</span><br />[Who is this?]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[It's Rainbow]</span><br />[Okay, what's up?]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[We have to tell Applejack what happened.]</span><br />&#160;<br />[WHAT??]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Quit with your bullshit Anon. You know this changes everything. You know why this is a problem, right?]</span><br />[...]<br />[You said we couldn't tell anyone, before.]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[APPLEJACK IS MY BEST FRIEND ANON.]</span><br />[I know that, Rainbow.]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[She didn't tell me.]</span><br />[Tell you what?]<br />&#160;<br />[Wait.. you didn't know??? I thought you already knew about this! She was hitting on me yesterday!!]]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Apparently she only told Twilight and her brother. I don't know who she told but I wasn't on the list. I saw what she was doing to you during lunch.]</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck</span><br />&#160;<br />[Okay, I get why this has to happen. What do we do?]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[She's my best friend. I'll think of how to tell her tonight and do it tomorrow morning before school starts.]</span><br />[I'm going to her house tonight..]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[YOU'RE WHAT??]</span><br />[She invited me to her place tonight. Actually it was less of an invitation and more of a 'come over or else' deal.]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;5 minutes go by</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Well don't do anything stupid tonight.]</span><br />[C'mon, Rainbow. That's not really in my hands.]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Well then keep hers off of you.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy already had most of the cake done by the time class started</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;which was good, because that meant you would get a good grade in the class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;after the cake was baked and ready to turn in, you two still had at least 20 minutes before class was over</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Hey, Fluttershy. Can I ask you a question?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, of course.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What do you do outside of school?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I really enjoy taking care of animals.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, do you like on a farm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, no. I just, um, I just have a lot of pets.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Haha, how many? Like four?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she mumbles something too low to hear</span><br />&quot;What was that?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Four... teen.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;damn</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Wow. So I guess you're not a fan of animals?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she giggles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then gets serious again</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's just... I volunteer at the shelter a lot and every time I hear that one of them is about to be put down...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I understand. That's... really nice of you. So which one is your favorite?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I try not to have favorites. Animals can tell, and it can make them sad when they aren't the favorite.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But if you promise not to tell anyone...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;chuckle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;like anyone cares,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but Fluttershy is sweet and you don't have the heart to say so</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;so you lower your volume and respond with</span><br />&quot;I promise not to tell anyone.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I guess my favorite is Angel. He's a little white bunny. Quite a handful sometimes, but when I have a bad day we'll lie in bed and he bundles up in my hair.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you resist the urge to grab your heart and collapsing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh these feels</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that is adorable</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, uhm, can I ask you a personal question?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sure, Fluttershy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but who are you asking to homecoming?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, that. Well, I'm probably not going to the dance.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah. Is that surprising?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's just, well, most of the more popular people ARE going.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Fluttershy, I'm really not that popular..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But you DID sit with the seniors today! Not even Rarity can do that.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;chuckle</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Heh, Rarity could sit with the seniors anytime she wanted to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she quietly giggles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess you're right.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Still, why don't you want to go?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you think for a second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;after waiting a second, she sadly goes back to the cake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, I'm being invasive, aren't I. You don't have to tell me why.&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, no, nothing like that. I guess there's a couple reasons. First, not a huge fan of suits. Second, dances and major social functions aren't really my thing. Lastly, aren't you supposed to ask your date at least two weeks ahead of time before the dance?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm... not sure. Last year I just went with the girls.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Last year? You didn't go freshman year?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I didn't. I was too nervous to go, even though the girls wanted me to. Last year I caved in and went with them, and I'm really glad I did. I didn't think I would enjoy myself, but I had lots of fun.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;her cheeks turned a little red and her volume went back down for a second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I even had a few boys ask me to dance. It was really... nice. And social functions of any kind are definitely not something I enjoy, but I still had fun.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I've heard that homecoming is really fun from other people as well. I promised the seniors I'd think about going.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well if you do end up going... would you dance with me once?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;nigga like you about to say 'no' or something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;mutual smiles</span><br />&quot;Yeah. I can do that.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;brief pause</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So we still have 15 minutes before class is over and the cake is already done. Could you show me how to bake a Pop-Tart?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she pulls a pack of Pop-Tarts from her bookbag</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;football practice meant two things</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you were going to get rocked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Big Mac might kill you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;flashback</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Mac knows my feelin' for ya.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;real time</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you are about to get your ass handed to</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;prepare yourself accordingly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;locker room talk has waned a bit from you but the admiration of the team is still ever-present</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in the midst of conversation and putting your pads on, coach walks in the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;something he rarely does</span><br />&#160;<br />C = Coach<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;C: &quot;Listen up boys!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;everyone stops what they do and listen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;C: &quot;I've got some bad news.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's up Coach?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;C: &quot;Remember that nobody team we are facing this Friday for homecoming? They just had a drug bust within their football team. As of today, their football schedule has been terminated until next season.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;eyes wide all around</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Then who are we playing?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coach looks around, making sure everyone can hear</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;C: &quot;Crystal Prep.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;C: &quot;And as you all know, that means this game isn't going to be easy. Put your pads on; it's running and hitting drills all day.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coach leaves the room, but the silence stayed for a few extra moments</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the fog of despair freezes the players in the room, giving them time to think about how fucked all of you are</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;to your knowledge, CHS hadn't lost a homecoming game in a long time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a very long time</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;there was no outburst</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there were no throwing and smashing of water bottles</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;everyone quietly put on their pads</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and walked onto the field</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as if accepting the hell they were about to receive</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you do so, Mac sees you, but says nothing</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as the team gets into formation, the running begins</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and seemingly never ended</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and when it did, the hitting drills began</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coach thought it would be a good idea for the ball-handlers (you) to start getting used to how Crystal Prep hits (hard)</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;so all the running backs, quarterbacks, and receivers were put up against linemen in the hitting drills</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;which meant that in between the exhaustion of the never-ending runs, you had the privilege of being rocked, several times in a row</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;by the third time you got trucked, you started to think of what you would do to Coach if you were able, starting with disembowelment.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually... finally... practice ended. Sore all over, you wobble over to the water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mac is there, off to the side</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Mac, I need to talk to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he casts a look at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Earlier, I was fixin' to rip your head off Anon. But good fer you, AJ already told me about the Dash thing bein' a lie. So no, I ain't got no problem with you seein' mah sister. But if you hurt her, or do her wrong..&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he picks you up by your pads like you're a can of soup</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll bury you.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he throws his water bottle at a freshman and walks off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before he gets too far, he turns his head and says</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be sein' ya tonight, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the showers never felt so good in your life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but water doesn't wash away the bruises</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;all over your body</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you leave the locker room, you immediately dread knowing the fact that tomorrow's practice might be even worse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;still the day was over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you figure you could go home and rest a bit before going to AJ's place</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;all you needed to do before you went home was grab your bookbag</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you open your locker, you see a book that made your day even worse</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Algebra</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you had to go to tutoring</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;tutoring meant Sunset</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and that... wasn't something you wanted to think about</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you had to go in order to play, and third string TE against Crystal Prep would be a nightmare for the team</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but your mind goes back to Sunset</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;why did you yell at her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what did she even say that set you off?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you can't even remember at this point</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;and as reality set back in for you, you realized that you hadn't seen her all day today</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if she didn't come to school, then she wouldn't be tutoring</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;which not only meant that you might have to deal with Twilight more than usual</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you wouldn't be able to apologize to Sunset</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you accept your fate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you open the door to the same room as yesterday you start saying</span><br />&quot;Look Twilight please just...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;look up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's Sunset</span><br />&quot;Sunset?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looked tired, and irritated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;very, very irritated</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I.. I didn't see you at school today..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's because I wasn't there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;yeah, she's pissed</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;So why are you..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here? Remember that part about non-voluntary community service? I'm here because I HAVE to be here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I just, didn't expect you to be here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And why would that be, Anon? Is it because maybe you're an egomaniac and a full-time ass!?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;in her mind, she's ready for you to try and excuse what happened to defend yourself</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;still at the doorway, you answer</span><br />&quot;Yeah. It is, I'm sure.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surprised, she let's out an involuntary &quot;huh?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You're right about me being an ass. I won't even try to deny that. I had a lot of time to think about what happened last night. The truth is, I don't know what you've been through. Hell I barely know you at all. At the beginning of the semester, you struck me as one of the popular pretty girls that had their lives catered to them.&quot;<br />&#160;<br />&quot;But now I get the feeling that I was wrong about that. At first, I thought that I should give you some long and drawn out bitchy speech, trying explain myself. But that's not my style, and it wouldn't make sense anyways. There WAS no good reason to flip out. There is no good reason to be mad at you for anything.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;But you have EVERY reason to be mad at me. So, I'm sorry. If that isn't good enough for you, then I understand. But I'd be lying if I said I couldn't use a good friend.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset hears all of this and waits a second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then her demeanor descends into a sadness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When I first came here to this school, I wasn't a good person to say the least. After I realized how badly I messed up, I asked for forgiveness. I'll spare you the details but after the fact, Twilight and her crew accepted me as a friend. They forgave me. If they hadn't, I wouldn't have friends at all.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I do forgive you Anon, and I will be your friend. However, you flip out like that again and I'm punching you in the face.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;That's more than fair.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Uhh, thanks, by the way. I appreciate that.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just remember. Punch in the face.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you sit down in front of her</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Right. So, what else do I need to learn for Thursday?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're set for Thursday, as long as you truly understand what we went over yesterday.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I can't leave until you leave.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I can't leave until we've been in here for an hour.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well uh, okay..&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Hey do you sing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Uh, sometimes... why? Where did you hear that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Just some locker room chatter.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. Well I don't really sing that much anymore.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who are you guys playing on Friday?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You won't believe it, but the original team backed out. Now we're playing Crystal Prep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Crystal Prep?? For homecoming? That's a nightmare.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she puts on a playful smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good luck getting knocked out.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Aww that's so sweet of you, Sunset.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you quickly grab her hands into yours</span><br />&quot;Will you do something for me, Sunset?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&quot;When I get knocked out there on that field... will you hold my hand and sing me a lullaby?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ANON!!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... so yeah, if I had to choose a favorite genre, it would probably be rock.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;check time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're clear for takeoff, b0ss</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Nice. Well listen, I think we can go now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you put your stuff up in your bag</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Awesome. Here's my phone number. Being that I'm your tutor, it's Celestia's school policy that I give it to you in case you feel like you need help again.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really? I've never heard about that policy before. Does that rule apply to everyone who goes to tutoring?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she rolls her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope. Only athletes.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;..oh. Well, thanks again for your help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No problem.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;get outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;already dark</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You walking home again?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, no. Dad let me use his car today.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright, cool. I'll see you later.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you want a ride home?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;That'd be cool, sure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, I'll drive; you DJ.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;get in car</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;car starts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you plug in your phone and play &quot;On the Road Again.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, are you serious??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you laugh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;every time you get the cord, you have to troll a little</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;people have revoked your aux cord rights in their cars before</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Of course not! Here, you'll like this.&quot;<br />&#160;<br />(plays this) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSnPEDxhTms [Embed]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn it up to near deafening volume</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as the beat plays, the head bobbing is just a natural bodily reaction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you both have to shout in order to talk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Damn, this song IS good!!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know right??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;after the car pulls into your driveway, you turn off the music</span><br />&quot;Thanks for the ride, Sunset. You coming to school tomorrow?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No problem. And yeah, I'll be there.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Cool. Have a good night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;shut door</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;take your shit inside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;sit down for a few minutes</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;need to plan how to handle seeing AJ tonight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;most importantly, you need to figure out how to avoid anything that could get you in trouble</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;anything that might involve the taking off of clothes will be an issue</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that feel when you still really want to see her take off clothes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;not that you had 'feelings' for her, but she was hot</span><br />[pic]<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the obvious answer was to not show up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but if she told the principal about your stupid hallway stunt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you would suffer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;team would suffer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you would suffer even more</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;would she actually tell if you didn't show up?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you couldn't risk it</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you have to go; but somehow stay platonic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what if...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what if you played hard-to-get..?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;yfw that could work</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that way</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it would prevent anything sexual happening tonight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;giving enough time for Rainbow to tell her tomorrow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if it goes well tomorrow and she still likes you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;pursue</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if tomorrow doesn't go well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;abort; act like you weren't interested from the beginning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she IS forcing you to come over anyways; not like you asked to come over</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;either way you would end up on top</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;unless it works out and then you prefer the bottom position</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;quick change of clothes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;out the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;with your plan in mind, you afford a smile on your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this might not be so bad after all</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;however. one thing kept running around in your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;why would AJ only tell like two people about her liking you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if Dash was her best friend, why not tell your best friend something like that?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you wipe it away from your mind as you approach AJ's place</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you approach the address given to you, your eyes ponder the change of scenery as compared to most of Canterlot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The closer you get to AJ's place, the more the environment reminds you of your uncle's place</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there was something you liked about visiting him, when you could</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;away from society and worries of suburban/city life</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;thinking on this calms your nerves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;everything would be alright as long as you weren't a complete idiot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hell, maybe you might even enjoy yourself</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you come upon a mailbox with a variety of apples painted on the side, you don't even check to see if it is the right household before you start down the long dirt driveway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;can't help but notice a few apple trees in the front yard to the side of the driveway</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;huh, Apple..jack</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;original</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look at the house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's a quaint, smaller-sized, two-story place</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you hear something scattering somewhere</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a smaller sized dog charges at you from underneath the front porch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;thinking it's about to attack, you get into triple-threat stance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that thing is lightning fast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and barking like crazy</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;it gets within range and jumps at your feet instead of on your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it looks..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;happy?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;on its haunches, it raises its front paws in the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it wants to be picked up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you oblige the little dog and pick it up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;happily barks and licks your nose</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Aww, who's a good boy?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the thing turned ugly and mad as it made a mean 'grrrrr'</span><br />&quot;Okay, who's a good... girl??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;back to happy dog</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you give her a good pet and put her back down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she follows you as you get to the porch and knock on the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before someone answers, the dog picks up her paws again and whines for you to pick her up once more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you do so</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;door opens</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;little read head answers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks at you for a moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before saying anything to you she turns her head back towards the inside of the house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AB: &quot;HEY APPLEJACK HE'S HERE.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;back to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AB: &quot;Howdy! You must be Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the dog licks your nose again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AB: &quot;Aww, she likes you!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I get that feeling as well. What's your name?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AB: &quot;I'm Apple Bloom, AJ's little sis.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nice to meet you. I'm Anon, but it seems like you already knew that.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AB rolls her eyes. &quot;Yeah, it's hard NOT to know your name in this house, what with Applejamphhm..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before she can finish the sentence, Applejack appears and covers her little sister's mouth, while also pushing her out of the doorway</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Heh, sorry about that Anon. 'Bloom here just enjoys flappin' them jowls sometimes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she has an uncomfortable smile as one hand reaches behind her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AJ: &quot;Lil' sisters, am I right?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shrug</span><br />&quot;I wouldn't know. Only child.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Well they're a handful, I tell ya what.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;off to the side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AB: &quot;I'm right here!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;an irritated AJ turns to her unseen sister and lowers her voice; trying to keep you from hearing her, but failing horribly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Apple Bloom, go do some homework or something!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AB: &quot;Fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the younger Apple passes the doorway to go upstairs and waves at you while doing so</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AB: &quot;Good meetin' ya, Anon!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;dog takes the second of silence as a green light to continue licking your nose</span><br />&quot;I don't think she wants to be put down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;something about that image pulls on the heart strings of AJ</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Aww, lookie there. Winona likes you!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Rather, I think she likes my nose.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ picks up the dog and puts it down on the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Go on, Winona.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Winona quickly runs back under the porch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;It ain't too often she likes new folk coming around here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she pulls you in for a hug</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Just warms my heart seein' her like you.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you just had your character judged</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;by a small dog</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;releases the hug</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Well come on in!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;step inside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ closes the door behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;doesn't lock it</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;that's a good start</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you hear a voice from what you guess to the be kitchen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;sounds like an old woman</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Applejack! Who's at the door? Is that the Pony Boy you's talking about earlier??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your eyebrows both raise</span><br />&quot;...Pony.. Boy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;look at AJ</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Yeah Granny, he's at the door!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;GS: &quot;Aite, well you kids have fun!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;C'mon, let's go upstairs.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she grabs your hand and pulls you up the creaky stairs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;enter what you guess is her room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do ya think?&quot;</span><br />&quot;So, we're just not going to talk about 'Pony Boy' and whatever that means?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's not because I told you that I knew what a Quarter horse is, is it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she wraps her hair around a finger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Uh, nope.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;k</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;decent sized bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;minimal decorations</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;one closet</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;hell, put up some lame posters from middle school (that you for some reason never took down) and it could be your room</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Nice room.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she shuts the door and walks ahead of you into her room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks, sug.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as she moves forward, you finally take notice that she still has those tight jeans on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;also doesn't help that her hips have more of a sway now that you two are along</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;alone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;boner, not now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the calm you felt before knocking on the house door left faster than a thief hearing an alarm</span><br />&#160;<br />Brain: You got this buddy. Just focus. Be strong. Use some of that wit to get out of a sticky situation.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;what wit?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she jumps on her bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;So whatcha want to do Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Um, I don't know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she chuckles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya know, by the way you pinched my ass earlier I thought you'd be a bit more decisive than that.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;And by the way you were going to blackmail me if I didn't come over made me think you had something in mind.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whew boy, you gotta mouth on you, huh? Startin' to sound like Rainbow.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you flinch at the name, but say nothing</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's awkward standing next to the door, so you get closer to the bed</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but not too close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the temptation is real</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sit down, Anon. Plenty of space on the bed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she pats a spot extremely close to her</span><br />&#160;<br />Brain: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F4qzPbcFiA [Embed]<br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'm good standing, actually.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Playin' hard to get huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she grabs your front two belt loops with her fingers and pulls you to her so fast that you actually trip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the unexpected motion causes you to become face to face with her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure you don't wanna pinch my ass some more?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;OHGOD</span><br />Brain: YOU'RE FUCKED, PAL.<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her eyes are half closed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;her smile is evil</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she licks her front teeth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she whispers to you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or do ya wanna try.. something else?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;meanwhile, in your mind</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY,</span><br />&quot;Bridge to Engineering, what just happened?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Captain, our engines just got hit! We can't move!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sir, shields are failing!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Damage report!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Decks 7-32 have been hit!&quot;</span><br />&quot;What is still operational, goddammit??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sir the cannons are at full power!&quot;</span><br />&quot;WE CAN'T FIRE. WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FIRE THE CANNONS!!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SIR WHAT DO WE DO???&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Desperate times call for desperate measures, gentlemen.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Activate stealth mode and turn on auxiliary brain function.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;real life</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;still face to face with her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;idea</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shape your shock into a sultry look</span><br />&quot;Something else sounds real nice. How about you show me how you ride...<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her face gets hot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she starts to unbutton her shirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you notice her fingers shake, but only a little</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now we talkin' Anon.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...horses.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack freezes like a statue</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in the process of releasing the next button</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wanna... ride horses?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah! Is.. that a problem?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Are you... serious? You really want to?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;there is a problem</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you haven't been on a horse since you were 12</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you know this chick isn't a beginner level rider</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but have to do something... anything to stop her advances</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;boner, down boy</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ unfreezes, and doesn't look nearly as shocked as you thought she might</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be. You know what? That DOES sound fun! We can feed 'em after we're done riding, too.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Great! You wanna go now or..?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure thing, sug.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you open the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she opens her closet and reaches in for something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;pulls out a stetson hat, one exactly like hers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;throws it at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here. Can't ride without proper head gear.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you follow her downstairs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Granny, we goin' saddle up and ride for a while! We'll feed 'em after we're done!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;GS: &quot;Okay! Don't be out too long!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ looks at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aite, let's go.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Where is the farm at?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right here, silly.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;wut</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you follow her off of the porch and around the house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;pitch black outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;can't see anything except what the house lights illuminate</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I can't see anything, AJ.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry, I'll hit the lights for ya.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you follow the sound of her footsteps until they stop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just a sec, gotta find the switch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she fiddles with something, then you hear a click</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you hear the click, four stadium lights turn on revealing a huge tract of grassy land</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the field was as big as at least two football fields</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in the pasture are a couple of horses grazing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the outsides of the rectangular field were lined with huge trees</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the back of the pasture had two barns</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;how did you miss this coming to her place?</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Holy shit, Applejack..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh, yeah, it does look pretty at night with the lights on, don't it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, it really does.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look at where while she's in front of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;shadow cast upon her head leaves only her long blonde hair shining in the light</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your hand reaches out toward her, and you have no idea why</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you take off her hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;remove the hair bands that keep the pony tail</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Havin' fun there, partner?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I've never seen you without these on.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her hair was truly golden, even reflecting some of the artificial light into your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and she looked good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she takes her hat back and puts it on again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gotta wear the hat, sug. How else are we gunna match?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you remember that you had the same style hat on as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it felt... good</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you stand there a while and just look at everything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Welp. You ready, cowboy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;snap out of your daze</span><br />&quot;Yeah, yeah I'm ready.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she jumps over the gate to the pasture and you follow suit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;after you jump, you see the gate can easily be opened from either side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;why even jump over it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this the Dukes of Hazzard or something?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;whatever</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;How long have you had this place?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was born here. Hard to believe this is technically Canterlot, huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No kidding. I feel like the city is <span class="nu0">50</span> miles away.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When was the last time you rode?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's been a solid couple of years, actually.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aite then, we'll start off slow.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;before you two get to the barn you ask her a question</span><br />&quot;Applejack? Now that I'm here, I wanted to know... would you have really turned me into Celestia if I didn't show up tonight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks at you with a half smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;her head cocks a little to the side</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course not! Anon, that was a joke.. you didn't think I was serious right?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;yes</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;No.. no of course I knew you were kidding.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you two get to the barn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the thing is huge</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;stalls where horses are fed line one side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;while grain/oats/hay are lined up on the other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the place is dusty as hell, but that comes with the whole 'barn' thing, you suppose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she saddles up two horses</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Now, you're going to give me a slow one, right? I don't want some crazy colt to throw me off.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course, sug. I'm surprised you even know the difference between a stallion and a colt. You know what a gelding is?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Sadly, yes.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she gives you a hearty laugh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;those poor things...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she jumps on her horse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you place one foot in a stirrup and swing your leg over the horse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;place other foot in other stirrup</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;didn't kick the horse's ass while doing so</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;mount successful</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you both start at a walking speed</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So what are some things you like to do, Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh not too much, I guess. Football is fun. Hanging out with friends. Video games, and such. You? What's something about you that would surprise me?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I keep myself busy with school and chores around the house and barns. Annnd as far as something you might be surprised about... I know you might not believe me, but sometimes I play the bass guitar.&quot;</span><br />&quot;No way! I don't believe you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;True as the day is long, Anon. I'm lettin' Apple Bloom try to learn it so it's in her room right now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'll believe it when I see it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;After the ride, I'll play you a lick or two.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sweet.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the ride so far is better than expected</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;horse seems very calm and obedient</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;notbad.jpg</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;So how long has your family lived here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I reckon I don't rightly know a number, to be honest. Granny was young when her and Pappy Smith bought the place. Apple family has been here since.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Damn, that's a long time. You plan on keeping tradition?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I take it one day at a time. Maybe I'll move, maybe I'll stay. I guess we'll see. What about you? You stayin' in Canterlot after high school?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I guess I'd give the same answer. I don't know.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you near the entry gate towards the house, you see Big Mac, just looking at you two</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ waves to him, &quot;Don't worry Mac! We'll feed the horses when we're done!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he stood there, looking at you for a second, then nodded and went into the house</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Have you and Mac always taken care of the horses?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, not always.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Who took care of them before you did?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My mom used to. She's the reason we still have these dang things around. I tell ya, they're a pain to take care of sometimes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why have them, then?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mom and Dad died when we were young...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh god</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you pull on the reins to stop your horse</span><br />&quot;Applejack, uh.. I'm sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she stops her horse as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's fine, sug. Happened a long time ago.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;after a few moments of silence, she puts her horse back to a walk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you follow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She loved these horses. Used to ride them every day. She'd get so excited about it too. Dad never cared for them much but when I was young I remember he'd watch her ride some days.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's the reason we keep the animals around.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;when she finished, your body slouched a little bit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no wonder you didn't see her parents in the house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no wonder Mac is protective of her</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;and at that moment, you remember that her best friend gave you head about 10 hours ago</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and AJ didn't know about it yet</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Can I ask you one more question? Why did you want me to come over today? Like, why me of all people?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... I thought you liked horses.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;so this is what a piece of shit feels like</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;there is nothing you would rather do than just go home right now and just get tomorrow over with</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;now she doesn't seem like a hot girl with a crazy crush</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she seems like someone who misses her mother</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you might have used her for sex if it weren't for Rainbow finding out about her crush</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack sees your sadness</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, listen Anon, you don't have to feel bad for me. It was a long time ago. I'm okay now, alright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I gotcha.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you need to do something to get away from this conversation</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You wanna go faster?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you think you're up for it, hell yeah!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you dig your heels lightly into the horse's sides, signaling it to go faster</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it starts to trot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you two have walked the animals down the length of the field, you turn the horses around</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but unbeknownst to you, your horse is hungry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and it sees the barn where it gets fed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it starts going faster</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're losing control</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Hey, whoa boy. Slow down.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;it does the opposite</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;within seconds, it's in a full gallop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you've never gone this fast on a horse before</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the speed and velocity of the horse makes it harder to stay on</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! Pull the reins!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you pull, but to no avail</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you've lost control of the animal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the fast steps of the horse now matches your heart rate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this won't end well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;now you're in full panic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the horse senses this, and goes even faster</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;you're about <span class="nu0">100</span> feet away from the barn<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;about 20 feet ahead of the horse, a long snake loudly hisses and raises its head out of the grass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the horse sees this and immediately gets spooked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;full stop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the immense deceleration throws you forward off of the horse as your back and head slams into the ground</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;before you black out, you can hear a muffled scream</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;vision gets less black</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look around and you're not sure where you are</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but it's warm and fairly comfortable</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you want to close your eyes again and go back to sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but some alarm in your body tells you not to do that</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;disorientation is still very much so present</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;something scratchy is on the back of your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you put your hand behind your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's hay</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're sat up against some hay</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you fell off of a horse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you are in Applejack's barn</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Applejack?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you hear boots running toward you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she rushes around the corner and grabs your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! You're up! Are you okay?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you check your limbs for broken bones</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;nothing so far, but the headache is killer</span><br />&quot;I think I'm okay.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack gets on her knees and hugs you tightly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god, Anon. You had me worried there for a second.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she gets back up after the lets go of you and runs back to around the corner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;comes back around with some water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here, drink up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she sits beside you, wrapper her arms around you from the side this time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she rubs your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is there anything I can do you for?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;still a bit dizzy, your head is still kind of wobbling</span><br />&quot;No, the water is fine, thanks.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you stay seated to drink; still seeing a few stars</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;her phone buzzes a few times</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You mind if I check that?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Of course not; go ahead.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she leaves out of sight again to check her phone</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you would never ride another horse as long as you lived</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a minute goes by and you get up, feeling a little better</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;walk out of the hay-stall to find AJ</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;AJ, I'm feeling a little better. I think I'll go home now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;no response</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you go outside the barn, you see her looking at her phone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon.. I thought for sure..&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you couldn't see her face but she sounded emotional</span><br />&quot;AJ, I'm okay. I promise; I'll be fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she turns around to look at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you readied yourself for her to try and kiss you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you weren't ready for the fury in her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;or the haymaker she threw at you cheek</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you lie in your bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it was a long and painful walk from the Apple house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you didn't even ask why she hit you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you knew why she hit you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;aside from the pain of not only the fall, but the surprisingly hard punch to the jaw; your mind wouldn't let you sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;someone told her about Rainbow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but who?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash wouldn't tell anyone; you knew him better than that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;plus he didn't even have AJ's number as far as you knew</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow was going to tell AJ tomorrow before school started</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither one of them had a reason to tell AJ tonight</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Someone must have seen you two go into that closet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but who?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as your mind replays who was and wasn't in your PE class, you slowly drift to sleep after hours of laying in bed thinking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're in the gym</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;looking for someone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you don't know who, but you're looking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no one is in the gym</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you continue to look anyways</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you hear a voice in the gym, but no one is there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be watching you Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that was Twilight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight said that</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight appears</span><br />&quot;TWILIGHT!&quot; you scream, scaring her<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What??&quot;</span><br />&quot;YOU WERE SPYING ON ME!! YOU SAW RAINBOW PULL ME INTO THE CLOSET!! YOU WERE YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TOLD APPLEJACK, WEREN'T YOU??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fear in her eyes, &quot;What!? No! I wasn't here, Anon! I swear!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you run towards Twilight, but as soon as you get to her she disappears</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;suddenly, screaming outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;NO, WAIT, PLEASE!!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;gunshot</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;silence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow walks in the gym</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;man, she looks good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you don't like her like that though</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;suddenly, you're not in control of yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you see yourself run up to her and kiss her tenderly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she pulls out of the kiss after a while</span><br />&quot;WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANON??&quot; you scream, but no one can hear you<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon, will you do me a favor?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course, Rainbow... anything&quot; the other you says</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she hands him a handgun</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hold this, will ya?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he takes the weapon and puts it in his hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you doing here, anyways? PE is over. Go to class!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright,&quot; he says.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she runs out of the gym</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;other Anon walks out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he sees a body lying on the ground, bloody and dead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's Applejack</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you are in control of yourself again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you see the body and cry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;why would Rainbow do this??</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;look up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you are surrounded by police</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;FREEZE. DROP THE WEAPON!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you comply</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That son of a bitch killed her!!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I DIDN'T KILL HER, I SWEAR!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;they cuff you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the student body is now all around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;they think you did it too</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia walks up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you are formally expelled from this school!&quot;</span><br />&quot;BUT I DIDN'T DO IT!!!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bring him over to the killer.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Big Mac gets out of a police car</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fury like you've never seen before in his eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hold the bastard up,&quot; Mac says to the cops</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mac beats you to an inch of your life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the pain is unreal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;open eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in jail</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;paralyzed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow is outside of your cell</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that evil fucking grin on her face</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How ya doing, Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she laughs maniacally</span><br />&quot;I DIDN'T DO IT, RAINBOW! YOU DID!!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her face turns expressionless</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, good job. You figured it out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as she walks away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I heard about you and AJ, by the way..&quot; she casually mentions</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;time stops</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you've heard that before</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;close your eyes</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;open eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you are looking at Rainbow in the gym</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, good job. You figured it out. Your shirt is in the closet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she starts back towards the door at the corner of the gym</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I heard about you and AJ, by the way..&quot; she casually mentions</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;wake up sweating</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;sheets wet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;clothes wet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;eyes bloodshot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;heavy breathing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;more angry than you've ever been in your life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;lift your torso out of bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;veins are showing on your neck and head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;clench your fists are hard as possible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you scream aloud</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;THAT. BITCH!!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your body should have been too tired to do damn near anything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;not to mention the fact that your jaw was swollen and your head plus back still hurt like hell</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you believed in mind over matter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you might show up to school looking like you were undead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you weren't going to show up to school too tired to take care of business</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;for the first time in a very long time, you brew a pot of coffee</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;not a usual coffee drinker, but you knew you needed some</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;usual school prep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;chug three cups of coffee</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;out the door you go</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;waiting for the bus to arrive</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you have a few minutes for the caffeine to set in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a few minutes to calm down before the storm arrives</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a few minutes to think about what to do</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as to what you would do, you weren't 100% sure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but what you WOULDN'T do, is let that bitch ruin the rest of your week, let alone the rest of the semester</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what you WOULDN'T do is let her off easy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and what you WOULDN'T do is be okay with what she did</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;what still didn't make sense</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;rather what you didn't know was, who told AJ last night??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;only a few people knew that she liked you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and wouldn't people assume that she knew about it already, since her and Rainbow are best friends?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;then it hit you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there was no reason to tell AJ at all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow was just fucking with you some more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in the midst of deep thought, you hear the rumble of the bus from a distance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bus pulls up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you enter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the people that would have normally greeted you choose to stay silent when they see you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;dark circles under your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a frown that could be considered a face-workout</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;swollen jaw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look scary</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;like a hungry bloodhound</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie saw you when you boarded the vehicle but doesn't look at you when you get close</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, shall we share a seat again?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trixie,&quot; you say just above a mutter<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's wrong, Anon? Down in the dumps?&quot; she asks in sing-song</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then she looks at you, and is shocked of your condition</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! What happened?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;A bitch. A huge bitch.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie is slightly put off by your language</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;being that she's been called a bitch a few times in her life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you have seniority</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you don't look like you're messing around today</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie is..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shoot her this look [pic]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I am.. sorry to hear that. Are you alright?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you think to yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what if everything goes to shit?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what if the seemingly dumb Rainbow Dash has actually figured out some master plan to destroy your life?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;it wouldn't matter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you would tell her off and accept your fate thusly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you will refuse to be a piece in her bitchy little game</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'll be alright once this day is over with.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;May I ask you a question then?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you really don't want to answer her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you also realize that you would have to explain why you wouldn't answer is you refused</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;it would take more effort to not answer than just to answer her stupid fucking question</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Fine.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you think I should go to the homecoming dance?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shoot her a 'really nigger?' face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but holding it too long would take up valuable energy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;energy you needed for when this bus stopped at school</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Oh my god, you're kidding me.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you talk into your palms as they both grasp your face</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Here's a question for you. Why is this damn homecoming dance like some kind of religious experience to people here? I didn't go my first two years and I'm fine.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you sigh</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Why are you asking me this, anyways?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You seem to be a bit more.. popular now.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;take your hands off of your face</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Oh, so I get a few new friends and suddenly I'm the Homecoming Monk?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't mean it like that! I just... didn't know who to ask. I thought you might know if... someone like me... should go to the dance.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you see out of the corner of your eye that she's rubbing her own hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there is no way you could possibly care less this exact moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there is an equal amount of chance you would think of a good answer for her</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Someone like..?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she just looks at you with some dumb, sad face</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You know what? I'm not going to even ask.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you sit back and think of something else, while giving your mouth free reign to say whatever</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I think dances and social functions are dumb, to say the least. I've never been to a high school dance in my life. At this point, I think a better question, at least for you, is 'why do I want to go or not go?'&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why do you say that?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Because you strike me as the type of someone who strives for fulfillment by getting the attention of others, which in itself is a self-destructive, shitty way to get your kicks. You should work on that, by the way.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trixie looks a shocked; clearly wasn't ready for you to drop a bomb</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why.. would you..&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Drop it, Trix. I couldn't care less how you live your life. If you want to go, go. Simple. But don't go if the reason for attending is to make fun of other people the entire time while waiting for someone to drool over how good you look in a dress so you can hide your insecurities. If you're going to the dance, go because you want to actually make friends and have a good time.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;silence</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I.. I can't believe you said that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I certainly can.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's shellshocked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was...blunt... but true.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are YOU going to the dance?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Probably not.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why??&quot;</span><br />&quot;I routinely never take my own advice. Plus, who cares? Homecoming will still happen without me, Trixie.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not saying it wouldn't Anon. I'm just...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I would.. enjoy a dance... with you.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;bus stops at school; you get up to leave</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You know what Trixie? If the stars start falling and I actually go to this fucking thing, I'll give you TWO dances.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she gives you a heartfelt smile with a &quot;Thank you, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;walk off the bus</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're not going to that dance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;being the quiet guy in middle school gave you more time to observe people</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;years of observation gave you social knowledge</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and knowledge is... never mind</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but said previous observations gave you the ability to pick apart someone like Trixie fairly easily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she would probably be really nice and sweet once she got over her bullshit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and she was.. attractive</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;for an underclassman</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you might have even enjoyed a dance with her</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you also admittedly... eventually.. somewhat enjoyed Rainbow's mouth around your cock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and look where that got you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;just the thought made you furious again</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you were going to put Rainbow in her place</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;even if it would cost you those sweet Applehips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;because if you were honest to yourself, that WOULD be the price</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if those two are as good of friends as you think, you doubt that the friendship would end permanently even after the huge fuck-up that Rainbow pulled</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;what worried you the most</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;is that Rainbow's friends might side with her on this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;which could put you in the shit instead</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you couldn't just back down now</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you needed to confront Rainbow before homeroom started</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you couldn't wait around and have this boil up during class</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;now all you needed to do was find her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you couldn't find her in the hallways</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;where is this bitch?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you consider asking around for her whereabouts, but that would attract unwanted attention</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if someone outside of the situation saw you confront Rainbow, you would look like the bad guy</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;maybe she's in the gym</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you head over towards the gym, but you would never get there</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you hear Rainbow's voice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;stop immediately to look around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's not coming from the hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's in a room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look to your right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there is a classroom with no class present, but you know she's in there</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your body literally shakes in anger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but if you totally lose your shit on her, you'll be in the wrong</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no matter how much she deserves it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;so you pull it together and contain your rage</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you slowly open the door and stand in the doorway</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;...which is true, but it wasn't his fau..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow and her five besties were all in the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the other five see you and turn their attention away from Rainbow before she stops talking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow sees this and doesn't finish her sentence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as the six get a good look at you, they notice how bad of shape you're in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look awful</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;they all, even Rainbow, look worried.. for themselves</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you sarcastically, and slowly, golf clap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;with a half smile, you feign happiness</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Well done, Rainbow. Well done.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;silence</span><br />&quot;You have played well, I must admit. You really had me there for a moment. I'll also readily admit that you're smarter than you look. But a smart bitch is still exactly that. A bitch.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you turn to the door and slowly close it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn your head to stare at Rainbow with an evil smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*click*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you lock the door</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Feel familiar, Rainbow?&quot; you ask all too quietly<br /><span class="co4">&gt;your tone gets serious</span><br />&quot;No one leaves until I'm done here.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;now they are truly worried as to what you might do</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stands up out of the desk. &quot;Anon, I don't know what you're doing but I think you should calm down.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;without raising your voice, you quietly respond</span><br />&quot;Twilight, you're going to sit back down.. right now. I have a question for you and Applejack; and you will both answer.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks at her desk and quickly nods</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Where you in the gym yesterday when I had PE?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? No! I was in class! Why would I be in the gym??&quot;</span><br />&quot;Because, and I quote, 'I'll be watching you Anon.' Ring a bell?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, but I didn't mean I would be spying on you! I just.. didn't trust you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So you didn't send Applejack a text last night??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No! Here, look at my phone.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you take a look through her messages</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;according to her phone, she didn't text AJ all day yesterday</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she could have deleted certain single texts if she wanted to, in order to hide something</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look at Twilight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;aside from the worry on her face, she looked.. sorry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;back at her phone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;for whatever reason, your gut told you to believe her</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;walk over to Applejack</span><br />&quot;THEN WHO SENT YOU THE TEXT??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack looked at you with pleading eyes. &quot;Anon.. I'm so sorry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she extends a hand towards your bruised jaw, but you swat it away</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Not now, Applejack. Who was it?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her eyes look in a direction away from you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you follow her line of sight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;to Rainbow</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I fuckin' knew it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you walk back towards Rainbow</span><br />&quot;I FUCKING knew it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she puts her palms out towards you like she's preparing to stop a train</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Anon, wait! It's not what you think!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you get in her face</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;How the fuck.. is it not exactly what I think?? You expect me to BELIEVE YOU after everything that happened??&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you back away a bit</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;No... I don't.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Good.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you turn to the other five</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Ladies, you're about to hear the non-fiction version of what has really happened since Monday.&quot;<br />&quot;But before I do that, I have one more question.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you turn back to Rainbow</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Is THIS what you wanted??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;point to the bruised jaw</span><br />&quot;Did you WANT your best friend to fucking punch me in the face??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she forces herself to look at your jaw, then at your bloodshot eyes</span><br />&quot;Did you want me to be so worked up about the situation that I would lose my mind??&quot;<br />&quot;Did your fucked up mind games work according to plan??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow is trembling</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You almost had me, too. But last night in a dream I remembered something. I remembered that you DID know about AJ's feelings for me before you locked me in that closet and FORCED ME TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;there was a collective gasp of disbelief from everyone in the room except Rainbow and Applejack</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Rainbow... is.. is that true??</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow just looked at Rarity and said nothing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Oh my god..&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;That's right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you notice Rainbow is trying to not look at you</span><br />&quot;LOOK AT ME.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she slowly complies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;almost emotional</span><br />&quot;But I'm going to do us all the service of not telling Celestia about this. Not for your sake, but because I want this to be DONE!!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;there is a voice behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think you will all have some explaining to do.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's Principal Celestia</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and she's pissed</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All of you. In my office. Now.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;all 7 of you sat in chairs across from Celestia's desk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there was about 5 minutes of silence after everyone sat down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this time was used by Celestia to eye every one of you before she said</span><br />&#160;<br />PC = Principal Celestia<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Who wants to go first?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;more silence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you thought about speaking up, but only you and Rainbow both knew the whole story</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow lowly says, &quot;I'll do it. It's my fault, after all.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;I'm listening.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;It all started on Monday morning during PE; a class I share with Anon. I had known of Anon for a while but I never said anything to him. After our mile run, I tripped him and made him fall..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;..when I fell, my shirt ripped. I hid behind the tree and Anon gave me his shirt to wear until I could get changed. In the gym, I heard rumors that Anon and I had kissed, but I didn't do anything about it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;..I told him that I owed him and that I would do anything he wanted.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Implying...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Yes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Did you know this, Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Go on, Rainbow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;I had never.. offered that before. And he didn't want it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;..so I had Fluttershy give him my number.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;..since he never texted me that night, I thought I had been rejected. The thought alone made me pissed off.. but also kind of... turned on. I got to school and spread the rumor that we DID kiss the day before.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;..heard that Applejack liked him.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;...told him that his shirt was in the gym closet&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;...then I...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;You what, Rainbow?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Locked the door behind him, threw the key to the side and turned off of the lights. After that, I.. uh.. forced him to take head.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;large stacks of fine china plates simultaneously broke in Celestia's mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;WHAT??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she realizes she just made an outburst and sits back down in her chair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Anonymous? Is this true??&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;still looking pissed, you give a single nod</span><br />&quot;Yeah. Only she forgot to add that she first punched me in the stomach. Oh, and after that, she told me and I quote, 'If you tell a soul about this, I'll murder you.'&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow forgot she said it like that, but she nodded her head signaling that it was true</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;I didn't mean I was going to actually murder him, but I know how bad that sounds.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;You don't have a clue how bad all of this sounds, so far.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;..thought he might like call me after that or want more.. but apparently not.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;I thought me might have.. been into that or something.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you stay seated, though you start to feel sick</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you really didn't want this to be public information</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;...but after I saw first-hand that AJ actually liked Anon and he liked her back, I knew I had done something wrong to the both of them.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;I texted him and told him not to do anything to her because I knew he was going to her place last night. I told him I would tell AJ this morning what happened because I wanted to do it face to face. He agreed it was the right thing to do. But last night I felt... really bad. I felt like trash because of what I had done. I couldn't wait any longer to tell AJ. I thought Anon would have already left her place by then, but apparently not. I texted her that I gave him head...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;But before I got the texts explaining the situation, I punched Anon in the jaw. That's what the bruise is from. I got the explanation texts a few minutes after that but by then Anon was long gone from my place.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ turns to you. &quot;Anon, I'm so.. so sorry. I didn't know until it was too late. I hope you know I would never..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia puts her hand up. &quot;There will be time for that later, Applejack. Continue, Rainbow.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Applejack told me what happened after I explain what I did, so after that I called all of the girls to meet me before school. I was going to tell them what I had done and apologize to Applejack. After that, I was going to try to apologize to Anon when he got to school.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;But he found us before I could explain it to the girls.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Did he hit any of you this morning?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;No.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the rest of the girls shake their heads in agreement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Anon. Anything you would like to add? Has Rainbow told the truth on this matter?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;She did tell the truth. The only thing that I would like to add is that the only people involved are Rainbow, Applejack and myself. No one else did anything. I thought Twilight might have been behind some of this, but I was wrong. As as far as a confession goes, I did pinch Applejack's butt yesterday at school. I'm sure that's against school rules.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;I appreciate your honesty, Anonymous. Applejack, did you have a problem with that? Was he harassing you by doing so?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ got a little red. &quot;No ma'am, I didn't mind it. He wasn't harassing me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Very well. Have you anything to say to Rainbow Dash?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you think</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this would be the perfect time to call her a cunt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;to call her stupid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;to try and make her feel like you felt last night</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;but at this point, that would be too far</span><br />&quot;No.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Rainbow, anything you want to say to Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Anon, please... I never meant for any of this to happen. I just.. thought you would be into it. I'm sorry I'm an idiot. I know I've acted like a... cunt.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Rainbow! Language!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Sorry Principal Celestia. I promise Anon, I'll never bother you again after this. I just.. I'm sorry, okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia has her knuckles buried into her forehead; eyes closed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she thinks for a moment</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Everyone except Rainbow Dash, wait outside of my door.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you all do so, and shut the door behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no one looks at each other outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;while the rest of the group just look down at the floor, you cross your arms and look at the lockers across the hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what did you do to deserve this bullshit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;even if Rainbow didn't mean to ruin your week, this was now an ordeal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;an ordeal where you are the epicenter</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;Anon, I know you could have told Celestia about what I said yesterday in math class. Thank you. And... I'm sorry for not trusting you. I never knew..&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Sug... does your jaw hurt? I can't tell you how much of an ass I feel like right now. After Rainbow told me last night, I realized why you uh... changed scenery from my bedroom. It took some real character to do that. Is there anything I can do for you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;As much as I appreciate that, character won't get rid of this situation. And unless you want to chew my food for me, there's nothing you can do about my jaw.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;no more words were spoken outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;inside Celestia's office, however</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;for a split second, Celestia's eye twitched</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Rainbow, I need to ask you something. Did you partake any illicit drugs over the weekend?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;No ma'am! Drugs aren't allowed here, especially on the sports teams!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia adjusts herself in her large chair. &quot;Rainbow, off the record... just for my own knowledge. What were you thinking??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;I thought he was cute, so I wanted to mess around. I didn't know how to go about it because... because I'm not good at that kind of stuff. I thought... he would enjoy what I did. But I swear! I never meant for all of this to happen!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Rainbow, do you even know what the word 'rape' means!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;But I..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Because tricking someone into a closet and then locking the door behind you, not allowing him to leave and forcing any kind of intercourse sounds EXACTLY like rape!! On top of that, from an objective standpoint, it sounds like you've manipulated Anonymous's life by making Applejack hit him! Do you realize how much of a nightmare this is for yourself, and everyone involved including me? I have to do something about this!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;I didn't though! I never wanted him to be harmed in any way after I realized I had already done that!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;What part of 'no' did you not understand from him the first time?? Do you know what this means for the school as well? Your FACE is on the cover of half of our sports edition newspapers! I can't have 'rapist' be the face of our soccer team!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;Principal, please! I know I did wrong. I'll take the punishment, but please don't kick me off of the soccer team!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia was now angry. She lowered her voice to keep from screaming.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;Rainbow Dash, you clearly don't understand the gravity of the situation. Rape is a felony crime. If Anon decides he wants to press charges it's out of my hands. You don't get kicked off of the soccer team OR even out of school. YOU GO TO PRISON.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;from outside of the door, you could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but what you heard before the faint sound of sniffling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;was prison</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the rest of the girls heard that part too</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as if they were robots, their eyes opened wide and the looked straight forward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but not a word was spoken</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the office door opens</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;out comes a crying Rainbow Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and a stern looking principal</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash went to Twilight for a hug and tried to quit crying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the rest of the girls joined her hug, trying to help</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PC: &quot;I need to make several phone calls and think very hard on how to handle this. You all will be at my office immediately after school. For those of you who partake in after school activities, you will not be attending said activities today. It would behoove you to keep this situation quiet, though I doubt any of you will want to shout this from the rooftops. Go to your classes.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia walks back into her office and shuts the door a bit harder than usual</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside, she finds her way back to her chair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she puts her hands on her face and pulls the skin in a downward motion; then rubs her temples</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she then picks up the phone and dials a number</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow tries to calm down but it's not working</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she turns to look at you with hot tears in her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;ANON! I'M SORRY!!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the blue girl stumbles as she begins to run down the hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;Rainbow! Wait!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the girls go after Rainbow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;all but Applejack</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ stays where she is for a second, and if only for a moment, looks at your with sadness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;not blame, not anger, not fury</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but sadness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she exhales, and her shoulders drop</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;then she walks towards the direction of the girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you stand there watching AJ leave, the bell rings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;check the clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;time for algebra class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you really</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;really</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;don't want to go</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;head to your locker</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;grab book and head to class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;upon entering, however, the teacher calls you to her desk</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh god</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;not more shit, please</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous! You look awful! What happened?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's... a really long story.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you don't even mean to, but you look awful dejected to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you get into a fight??&quot;</span><br />&quot;No ma'am, not exactly.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the teacher just looks at you for a moment, then grabs something out of her desk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;looks back at you, almost like she feels sorry for you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I normally don't do this, but we're not doing anything too important in class today. Go to the nurse's office and feel better, okay?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look at the pass the teacher just gave you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look back at her in near disbelief</span><br />&quot;Um, thanks.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I heard you have completed your tutoring for your make-up quiz tomorrow. Do well, okay? I hear the team needs you on Friday.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she gives you a wink and a smile</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Yeah, I'll try.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;walk out of class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;knock on the nurse's office door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come in.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's at her desk writing something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;without looking at who came in the door she asks, &quot;What seems to be the problem today?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you put the slip in front of what she's writing, and she reads it; still without looking up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;finally, she looks at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? Heavens, you DON'T look good.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nurse Redheart was also the team medic on game days</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she was super cool and knew all of the players by name and number</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;only the older football players were allowed to call her by her nickname &quot;Red&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;It was a combo deal. Comes with how I'm feeling right now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you sit down on the table and she gets up to examine you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nice shiner on your cheek. Did you win?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It wasn't exactly a fight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well who was he?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...she.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart chuckled at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sounds like someone screwed up pretty good.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you chuckle; only Redheart could make you laugh at a time like this</span><br />&quot;Yeah, no shit.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she pressed on the jaw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow, that's swollen. Did she hit you with a brick or something?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Might as well have.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart gets a bag of ice and hands it to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lie down and keep this on your jaw for a while. Your eyes look awful, too. Did you sleep at all?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not enough, that's for sure.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm almost afraid to ask, but did you get injured in any other capacity?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, I did fly off of a horse.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course you did. Open your eyes wide for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she checks your eyes with a flashlight</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Looks like you skated right past a concussion, so that's good. Your jaw is going to hurt for a while but if you ice it often today and tomorrow, you should be clear to play without too much pain.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Great. Thanks, Red.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's what I'm here for.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she goes back to her desk</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;So, can I not go back to class for a while?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks up with a smirk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I'll write something for you. But you can't stay too long.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart gets back to writing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;after a moment, without looking at you she asks, &quot;So was she worth it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, the other girl. Was she worth the knuckles you got?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, I didn't cheat on anyone.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well what did you say that pissed her off?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I didn't say anything...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure about that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trust me, I'm positive.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you got clobbered by a girl that you didn't cheat on, and you said nothing wrong to or about?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bingo.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart looks at you with a lifted eyebrow, then back to her writing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep, that's high school. Don't worry, college is way better.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your cheeky smile</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Uh oh, I get the feeling that Nurse Redheart got into some trouble in college.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know what you're talking about, 85. Nurse Red-Hot never got into any trouble in college.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your mind immediately pictures what she would have looked like in college to earn that nickname</span><br />&quot;I'm not going to ask anymore questions.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good play, 85.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as Redheart says this, Sunset walks past the nurse's office</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset glaces inside, clearly on her way somewhere</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she double takes when she sees you</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;SS:&quot;Anon?? What's wrong? Why are you in the nurse's office?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the icebag on your face blocks her view of the jaw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you remove it to talk to Sunset</span><br />&quot;I'll have to tell you later.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart sees Sunset walk in the office and shoots you a smug smile meaning &quot;you sure she's not the other one, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shoot her a frown that says &quot;I'm positive, Redheart.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;SS: &quot;Oh my god, Anon. That doesn't look good.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Doesn't feel great, either. Don't touch.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;SS: &quot;I won't. When did THAT happen?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Last night.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;SS: &quot;Where?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I just said I'd have to tell you later..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;SS: &quot;Fine, but text me after practice.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I can't go to practice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;SS: &quot;Why not?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;give her da face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SS: &quot;Right, okay. I'll talk to you later.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset leaves the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;waves goodbye to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you wave back</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;bell rings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;look at Redheart</span><br />&quot;So, there isn't a way I could just stay here for the rest of the day, is there?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she looks up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope. Get to class, Anon. Leave the ice pack here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you feign dreamy eye</span><br />&quot;Aww c'mon Red-Hot, not even one more class??&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, I don't know who this 'Red-Hot' is that you speak of.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she hands you a nurse's pass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Get out of here, player.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you almost step out of the door, but quickly turn around</span><br />&quot;That's right! I AM a football player! You sure you can't exercise some kind of loophole where sports players can have extended stays in the nurse's office?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, being on the team might get you free head but it doesn't mean you can skip class.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Fine.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;on to PE you go</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you walk out the door, the term &quot;free head&quot; repeats in your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before this week, that might have been hysterical</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;now it just reminds you that the nightmare isn't over yet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you just wanted today to be over with</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you hand the PE teacher your note and she allows you to not partake in the day's activities</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you sit on one of the bleachers next to the track</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you notice Rainbow isn't in class</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;after the required mile is done, Flash comes and sits next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's up man? Didn't see you this morning. You look awful by the way.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I know Mom. I was either in Celestia's office or the nurse's office.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you get in trouble?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not sure yet. I have to wait until the end of the day to find out.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Does it have to do with... yesterday?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Damn dude. That doesn't sound fun. I'm guessing someone told on you two?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not exactly.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you think about what to say</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he already knows half the story...</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Look, you already know some of what happened. Did you tell anyone?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, of course not! I know I can be dumb sometimes but I wouldn't get you into trouble like that... even if that IS legendary.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you sigh and choose to ignore the latter part of his statement</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Okay, I'm going to tell you what happened but you have to promise not to tell a soul.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You got it, man.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And you can't flip out like you did yesterday.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash thinks for a second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay. No problem.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you tell him the story from beginning to present</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you wait for him to say something</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So....&quot;</span><br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Applejack likes you!??&quot;</span><br />&quot;ARE YOU SERIOUS? THAT IS WHAT YOU GOT OUT OF THAT ENTIRE STORY??&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, I'm just saying...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Flash. You.. you are actually retarded. Like, <span class="nu0">100</span>% serious, no joke, full retard.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;JUST FINDING THE SILVER LINEN ANON.&quot;</span><br />&quot;IT'S SILVER LINING, FLASH. LINING. NOT LINEN.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess that does makes more sense.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Plus, you don't think that her best friend possibly going to jail might damper that situation!?!?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, you're probably right. So what do you do now?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Survive until the end of school. Man, I've never felt like skipping as much as I do right now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd skip with you but I have a quiz today.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I appreciate the thought.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, you're still playing on Friday, right? I mean, you look like trash but you're still cleared to play right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Redheart said I'll be good. As long as Celestia doesn't have a problem with it, I'm still playing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good. We'll need all of the bodies we can use. Have you ever gone against Crystal Prep before.&quot;</span><br />&quot;My old school did. We got creamed... hard.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash tries to suppress his toothy smile</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Kinda like how Rainbow made you..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before he could finish you punched him in the stomach; then walked off</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;in the halls on the way towards Chemistry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you really don't want to go</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;See Sunset</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you feeling any better?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The ice helped my face but.. I'm probably going to skip the rest of classes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're going to skip??&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you weren't sure, but people would be asking you how you got your jaw messed up for the rest of the day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;on top of that, you're still exhausted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you already know you won't pay attention in any of the classes</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Yeah. I'm skipping.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset looks around for a moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, c'mon.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;C'mon what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just follow me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Where are we going?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't say anything too loud, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she starts walking and you follow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but your mind goes to distrust</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you've had enough of shit for one week</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;grab her by the shoulder and turn her around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;speak quietly</span><br />&quot;I'm not going anywhere until you say where you are taking me.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset is fearful for only a moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but somehow, she gains a hint of understanding</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My car, okay? Just don't say anything to anyone. If people know we're leaving school, we'll get into trouble before we even leave.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;on the way to her car, you grab your bookbag</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;people who hadn't seen you in the morning were now looking at you wondering what happened to your jaw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and why your eyes looked so red</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but no one said anything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you two get to the parking lot without incident</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you approach her car, she turns to you again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she places a hand on your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, I'm not going to ask what happened if you don't want to tell me. But I saw Twilight and the girls today and they were acting weird too. If you feel like getting it off of your chest, I'm all ears. If not, that's fine too.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you wait for a second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she was actually being thoughtful instead of nosy</span><br />&quot;Thanks. I appreciate that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she walks around to the driver door and gets in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You getting in or what?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Where are we going?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My place.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You sure you want to skip school? I can just walk home...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm feeling the senioritis today.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're a junior.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So are you. Get in, rebel.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;it didn't take very long for you to throw your bag in the back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as the car pulls out of the campus drive, you realize that only mere hours ago you were hellbent on confronting Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you had done so, and now her friends knew the truth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;what you didn't see coming was Celestia getting involved</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and if it wasn't already getting out of hand, Dash might be sent to prison</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;why did you feel guilty about that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she was the one who did wrong, not you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you didn't even rat on her</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;either way, you knew you wouldn't get it off of your mind until you told Sunset</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you turn off her radio</span><br />&quot;You're going to figure it out sooner or later.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Figure what out?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What happened. You're friends with Rainbow and the group so I'm sure they'll tell you eventually.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you fill her in with every detail</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;as she pulls into her driveway and parks the car, she looks forward in shock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god. Are you serious?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nope. Pulled the whole thing out of my ass.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;apparently she ignores that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't believe she would do all of that..&quot;</span><br />&quot;...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you have to be back by the end of school?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;as you get out of the car, you're unpleasantly surprised that the distance from school didn't mentally distance you from thinking about it</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow. I didn't know Rainbow had it in her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your mind processes what was just said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;if someone else had said that at school, they would have been punched</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but this was Sunset, and this was outside of school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you weren't even sure if she meant it like that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and though it was wildly inappropriate, you can't help but laugh</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, I'll make us some lunch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;follow Bacon Head to the front door</span><br />&quot;I didn't think you were one for rape jokes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not, but you needed the laugh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, whatever.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;something about her joking lifted the weight on your shoulders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;maybe you COULD enjoy some time without this weighing you down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before having to go back and hear Celestia's verdict</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she opens the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you walk in</span><br />&quot;This place isn't bad, Sunset. Why were you so defensive about it on Monday night?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you know most of the kids at CHS have parents that are loaded. This is 'poor' compared to some of their houses.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Fuck that; this is alright.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you plop yourself on the couch as she goes into the kitchen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;turn on the TV</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jeez, make yourself at home, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you had to admit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;teasing her was only fun because of the reactions she gave you</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Why thank you Sunset! I believe I will. What's on the menu?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know. I'm thinking about letting you starve.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Think again, Chef 'Set! Papa's hungry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;'Papa' is about to get a pan over his head if he doesn't shut it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Quick question.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's that?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Does the pan have food in it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you and Sunset sit on the couch eating sandwiches while watching some old cartoons on TV</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;sandwiches</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there's a 'kitchen bitch' joke in there, but you save it for a later day</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Alright, what's something about you that I don't know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she finishes another bite</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's see. I guess I still really like watching cartoons.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's too boring and obvious to count. Try again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she tries lightly hitting your head but you dodge that shit like the ninja you are</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up, ass. Okay... Oh here's one. I uh... I used to go out with Flash.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you immediately and violently choke on your food</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, are you okay!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;get up off of the couch and walk off into the corner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you get the food down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;only to replace the choking with loud, hearty laughter</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;OH MY GOD. YOU'RE KIDDING.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset realizes her mistake in telling you this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's already getting tired of your shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and it hasn't even been an hour yet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but she's kinda smiling too</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was only for a little while.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you sit back down</span><br />&quot;That's hysterical. You two sound like a GREAT match. Shit, maybe Flash should give ME advice on girls!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you go back to laughing</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Keep it up funny boy. You'll be dead before he can give any advice to you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the joke gets old after a while and you sit back down to continue eating</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about you? Any girlfriends before CHS?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I had a girlfriend in 9th grade for a few months. We both got tired of each other and ended it on mutual terms. She's cool but I don't hang out with her anymore.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why not?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hanging out with exes is like sticking your foot in shark infested water. You're only asking for trouble.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's a bit cold, but also fair I guess.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;something pops into your mind</span><br />&quot;Hey, here's a question. I know you're friends with Twilight and that group, but I rarely see you hanging out with anyone else. In fact it's not too often when I DO see you with that group. Why is that?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she exhales, no longer sporting a playful smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;.. it's complicated.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Is it about the 'don't ask' thing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;there is silence for a few seconds as you look away from her to go back to your sandwich</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have you ever met a drug dealer that said he quit selling?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you think back to your old school, where some guy got busted for dealing</span><br />&quot;Actually, yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, so how did people react to him saying that?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Wait, were you a dug dealer??&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she facepalms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, Anon. Just shut up and answer.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;They didn't believe him.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her shoulders fall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Exactly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you raise an eyebrow, still thinking she's over reacting to whatever happened in the past</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you let her continue</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;People are nice enough but it just gets so old knowing they always second me because of something I was over a year ago.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'll say this as a friend and nothing more. You're hot. Like, really hot. You seem really nice. I mean, you didn't hold a grudge against me even after I lost my shit on you. I don't think people distrust you as much as you think.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...and the worst part is, I don't blame them for not trusting me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she's sad now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;really sad</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Even if it was THAT bad, I'm sure people will trust you in time; if they don't already.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;more silence</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What happened to the drug dealer?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? What does that have to do with anything?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just... answer, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look off to the side</span><br />&quot;He, uhh... he got caught selling again.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;her bottom lip quivered as a tear fell from her face</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;now you've done it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;how do you solve this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this isn't how you wanted to spend your time skipping school.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck, now you have to be all feely to make her stop crying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you stand up in front of her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;pick her up off of the couch and hug her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's not your thing, at all, but if it brightens up the mood...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she weakly accepts the hug and puts her head on your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry I'm being emotional..&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Uh, it's alright.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she takes a few seconds to calm herself down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;quick, say something funny to stop her crying</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Hey, Sunset?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yeah?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;pause</span><br />&quot;You know we're a couple of losers, right?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the force of honest laughter breaks through her subtle crying as she wipes her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;looks at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yeah, you're.. you're probably right.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;six friends stood in line for lunch, in silence</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;six friends silently sit in their usual spots, in silence</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow just looks at her food for a minute</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;darkness looms in her mind, thinking of the judgment to come later in the day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the rest can feel it in the air, choking conversation out of their minds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow just looks at her food for a minute</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD: &quot;I'm not hungry. I'm going to play some soccer outside.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Rainbow, please, you need to eat!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow had already dumped her tray and gone through the door</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;six friends awkwardly look at each other, waiting for something to be said</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Girls. We need to talk about this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;Rarity is right. As uncomfortable as it may be, we shouldn't just ignore it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Applejack, I'm sorry to ask but, how do you feel about all of this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack slouched and pushed away her food</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;I don't know, y'all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she sighs</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;I've been best friends with Rainbow since I can remember. But I can't bring myself to excuse what she did, and if we're being honest, I can't say I wasn't a little hurt by what she did. I mean, even Rainbow admits that she was at fault here.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;Even with all of that said, I'm not going to drop our friendship like a hot potato.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;F: &quot;What about Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;What about him?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;F: &quot;Do you still want to see him?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;I don't know, Flutters. I kinda do. But hell, I don't even know how he feels about me now. Either way, it would feel awful dirty to act like nothing happened. I have to think about it.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;A wise choice, I'm sure. All I know about Anon is this: He could have done much worse to Rainbow.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;You're right. He even when out of his way to make sure that Principal Celestia knew the rest of us weren't involved with Rainbow's actions. That says a lot about him. Now more than ever, I feel terrible for grilling him yesterday.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;PP: &quot;Aw, Twilight, don't worry. I'm sure Anon isn't mad at you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;Pinkie Pie is right, Twilight. No need to beat yourself up about it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;Fluttershy, what do you think about Anon?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;F: &quot;He was.. really easy to talk to. I don't want to see him get in trouble because of all of this. But I also don't want to see Rainbow in too much trouble either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;nods all around</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;F: &quot;I think we should just wait and not root for one side or the other.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;R: &quot;I for one, agree with Fluttershy. Rainbow is our close friend, though we can all admit she's done wrong. Anon is a decent person who doesn't deserve further punishment. Being on one side or another gives the wrong message.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ: &quot;I'll tell you one thing I'm not going to do. I'm not going to let Anon take any blame for this.. bullshit. That fella went out of his way to make sure my feelings weren't hurt, and I didn't make that an easy task. Anon ain't gettin' in trouble for this. I owe him at least that.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;T: &quot;I never thought I would say this before today... but I actually feel bad for Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;six friends silently nod and slowly eat their food</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;not another word was spoken on that table until lunch ended</span></div></div>




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