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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon Y. Mous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're on the bus headed to Crystal Prep with the usual crowd of fellow students.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So she didn't even give you a reason for breaking up?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet Set asks sitting next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's been listening intently to your tragic love story, along with everyone in the near vicinity of your seat.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, man, I thought everything was going well, but she just ended it without saying why...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You share a few seconds of silence with Jet, until a well known voice pipes up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have a very small penis. You should consider not showing it to anyone ever again.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The surrounding students giggle and laugh, as you turn around to see the culprit herself.</span><br />&quot;Wow, that's great advice, Sugarcoat. Thanks for that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glare with plenty of sarcasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just gives you a satisfied smirk in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn back to Jet Set, who's trying to stifle his own laughter.</span><br />&quot;Screw you, Jet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, but it IS funny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cross your arms and slink into your seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The school day hasn't even started yet and you've already been put into a bad mood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bus comes to a stop in front of the school.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lunchtime.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The halls are filled as students file out of their classes and head to the cafeteria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you go there yourself, you make a quick trip to your locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On your way, you see Sugarcoat and her friends pass by amongst the roving herd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look past them, not wanting to acknowledge that blue bitch's existence, but you're still able to hear them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugh! I forgot my phone in the classroom! I have to go get it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Says a frustrated Sugarcoat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude! You'll never make it back to the third floor with everyone coming down for lunch!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon Zest warns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just bee line it for the elevator. It'll be there if you're lucky.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo Zap suggests.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Either way, I'll meet you guys in the cafeteria.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugarcoat says before dashing ahead of you, as you both go against the tide of students.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eventually make it to your locker, which happens to be at the end of the hallway next to the elevator.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's right, this school is so rich they have an elevator.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugarcoat is standing in front of it, waiting for the doors to open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what do you care?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your locker and dump off some notes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that taken care of, you're free to get some grub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least, you would be, if you hadn't seen the elevator doors open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside is another group of bitchy girls, known for having a rivalry with Sugarcoat and her friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Needless to say, they've never gotten along.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugarcoat's face visibly drops and she takes a step back, as the girls inside grow evil smiles that could unsettle anyone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking hell, it was like looking into an elevator full of Disney villain rejects.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leader of the group, Suri Polomare, addresses her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trenchcoat! Going up I assume? Here, let us help you with that, mkay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says before pushing the third floor button and stepping out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Outnumbered, Sugarcoat tries to make a run for it, but Suri and the other girls manage to grab hold of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They pull her into a huddle and start shoving her around, hard enough to knock her glasses off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Q-quit it! Get away from me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugarcoat yells out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without her friends, she doesn't stand a chance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which Suri's group is delightfully taking advantage of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, save for the meek girl of the group, Coco Pommel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, she chooses to watch on uncomfortably a few feet away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one in the sea of students around them seems to care or even notice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In between the shoving, they pull and rip her jacket and shirt off forcibly, tearing them to shreds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Until finally, with one last shove by Suri, Sugarcoat is knocked into the elevator.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oww!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She groans, falling to her knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's obviously dizzy, as she struggles to stand and keep her balance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cruel group points and laughs at her as the elevator doors close, taking Sugarcoat up with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now let's smash her glasses, mkay? ...Hey! Where did they go?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri shouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe they were kicked away by someone passing by?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fleur guesses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tsk! ...Whatever, we got her good. She'll definitely miss lunch. She might even skip out on the rest of the school day, what with how she looks now!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri begins to laugh, with the rest of the girls joining in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Except Coco, again, who just looks down sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, let's go to the cafeteria, mkay? And after we eat, we can gloat to the rest of Trenchcoat's friends!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Satisfied, the group cheerfully walks away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When the coast is clear, you pull Sugarcoat's glasses out of your pocket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While no one was looking, you stealthily scooped them up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doesn't seem like the lenses were damaged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't save her jacket though, it's nothing but a pile of torn cloth on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe you should go find her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'll be needing these after all... and it wouldn't hurt to get some revenge for yourself while you're at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pocket the glasses and head up the stairs all the way to the third floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a look around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With everyone now in the cafeteria, the halls are empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The elevator is here with it's doors left open, but no triple pigtailed bitch in sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now where could she be?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk down the hall, and it's not too long before you notice one of the classroom doors left slightly ajar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push it open and silently walk in to see quite a pitiful sight.</span><br />&quot;My, my, how the smug have fallen.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WHA?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugarcoat yelps as she turns from her desk to face you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her jacket is gone, and her shirt is in tatters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can clearly see her bra, along with a lot more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to cover herself up, her cheeks glowing red.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh for a bit, then give her a smirk that mimics the one she gave you on the bus this morning.</span><br />&quot;You have very small tits. You should consider not showing them to anyone ever again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then... instead of answering you back in any way, Sugarcoat starts to sob.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No smug expressions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No witty comebacks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just crying, while she looks down in shame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well... fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't as fun as you thought it'd be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even though she's a bitch, and she deserved what she got...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't enjoy making a girl cry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh loudly.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you in surprise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk up to her, take off your varsity jacket, and drape it over her backside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives you a look of confusion.</span><br />&quot;Go ahead, put it on and zip it up. Wear it until you can get your hands on something else.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sniffles and nods, then does as you say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says quietly, wiping the tears out of her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The jacket, being a boys size, was big for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she could get away with it, since it was common to see girls wear their boyfriends' jackets at school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you'd want anyone to get the wrong idea, but no one should notice it's your jacket.</span><br />&quot;So... did you find your phone?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How did you know-&quot;</span><br />&quot;I heard you in the hallway.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You eavesdropped on me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wasn't trying to. It's just kinda hard not to hear that blunt, monotone droning you call a voice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmph.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scoffs, then rummages around in her desk until she pulls out her phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Great. Now I just have to find my glasses and hope those skanks didn't brake them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says sarcastically.</span><br />&quot;Oh now, you wouldn't happen to be talking about these, would you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hand her the glasses from your pocket with a smug face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's surprised again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You picked them up for me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I figured they'd be a pain to replace, so...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She clears her throat and takes a deep breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, Anon. I shouldn't have made that remark about you on the bus this morning. I did it purely for my own amusement, and that was wrong of me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with her usual deadpan-blunt-matter-of-fact voice and demeanor that she was known for.</span><br />&quot;Yes, it was.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tell her with a scowl... that slowly turns into a smile.</span><br />&quot;But, I accept your apology, Sugar.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I'd like to eat something before the bell rings, so I'll be leaving. You should as well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs out of the classroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll give your jacket back later!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She calls out from the hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow her out and watch her go towards the stairs.</span><br />&quot;Not gonna use the elevator?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You call out to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not for the foreseeable future!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She answers back as she rushes down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand still, alone with your thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That Sugarcoat... she's still a stuck up bitch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But... the smile she gave you was pretty cute...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too bad your good deed puts you into the hassle of having to skip lunch in the cafeteria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that Sugarcoat is suddenly wearing a boys jacket, and you're not, everyone in school will assume the two of you are going out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it's only her seen in the cafeteria, you're sure she can talk her way around it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That still leaves you having to deal with questions about yourself all day long though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to fix this problem, and you know just the person who can help you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start walking towards your new destination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once your body is put into motion, you set it to 'autopilot' and take out your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even if you solve the jacket problem, it wouldn't fill your stomach with food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you go into your messages, pull up a certain conversation, and start tapping away.</span><br />[Hey you having lunch in the cafeteria today]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;About 15 seconds go by before you get a reply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Nope frozen pizza]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mouth waters just from reading that.</span><br />[Yo can I get in on that]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Sure come on over]</span><br />[Cool I'll be there in a bit]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that settled, you pocket your phone and take back manual control of your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up to find that autopilot did a job well done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're standing in front of a door to a smallish office on the first floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After giving it a few soft, but clear knocks, you receive a reply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come in!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do just that, closing the door behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with a warm smile while your arms are spread open, you greet the woman behind the desk.</span><br />&quot;There she is! My FAVORITE Dean of Crystal Prep!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman puts down the pen she was using, and looks up at you with a questioning smile and raised eyebrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, we've been over this, I'm the ONLY Dean of Crystal Prep.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bah!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave your hand dismissively as you take a seat in the visitor's chair directly across from her.</span><br />&quot;That's just a silly detail in the way of the fact that you are my actual favorite Dean.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes with a heavy sigh, but keeps the smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, what is it this time?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dean Cadence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Easily the most loved faculty member of the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unlike Principal Cinch and the others, she genuinely cares about the students.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes the time to check up on them, listen to their problems and try to help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your peers all agree that her being in this school must be some sort of cosmic balance to having Cinch as the Principal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every time there was a serious situation, usually causing Cinch to get worked up, Cadence was there to calm everything down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Needless to say, the students adored her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To top it all off, she has a sense of humor and is absolutely gorgeous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You honestly felt she was too good for this place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe that's why, out of all the relationships she has with her students, only you and one other can say you have the closest friendship with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise a hand to your chest.</span><br />&quot;Whatever do you mean? Are you saying I'm not capable of coming to see someone I care about of my own accord? Dean, I'm hurt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You only act like this when you need something. I stopped falling for it a long time ago, so out with it. What is-!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her calm demeanor gives way to widened eyes and excitement when she notices something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, you're not wearing your jacket! Which means you have a girlfriend!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here we go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know exactly how this is going to play out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a calm smile.</span><br />&quot;No, I'm afraid I don't.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But, you were wearing your jacket earlier, weren't you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans back into her chair, now adopting a sleuth like expression, and even rubs her chin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, you're never really seen without a jacket on, because you get cold easily. In fact, the varsity is warmer than the standard issue blazer, and that's why you prefer it. I bet you're cold right now, are you not?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was all true.</span><br />&quot;Yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you're not the type to lose something like that, are you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, by process of elimination, the only logical conclusion left is that you gave your jacket to a girl...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says confidently, setting you up for the final strike.</span><br />&quot;Yeeessss...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she goes in for the kill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In order to gain her affection!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouts, pointing at you dramatically.</span><br />&quot;Orrrrrrr... in order to simply do something... nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face drops to confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nice?&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's right. I saw someone in need, and did what I could to help them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You? Doing something selfless for your fellow students?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cross your arms.</span><br />&quot;Correct.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I wasn't sure you had it in you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Again, I'm hurt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll get over it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slumps into her chair with disappointment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So... no girlfriend?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head.</span><br />&quot;No girlfriend.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets a sad sigh leave her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you know I've always felt you need to enjoy your youth more, and part of that is finding a nice girl to go out with.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has no idea that just a week ago, you actually did have a girlfriend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one knew.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was only today that you decided to tell someone about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you haven't given out any real details about her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you intend to keep it that way for... reasons.</span><br />&quot;That's the problem Dean, there aren't any nice girls here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That isn't true, there's a very nice girl here, and we both know her well.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, and we're good friends, but nothing more. Every other girl here is too cruel. ...I've seen it myself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But sometimes that's only skin deep. Isn't there even ONE girl here that you find yourself thinking about? Someone you'd be willing to give a chance?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should have answered 'no' right away, but you hesitate for a moment, as an image of Sugarcoat pops into your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub your face to help push the mental picture out of your mind with a frown.</span><br />&quot;No... there's no one.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmmm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't seem convinced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really though, I don't know what I'm going to do about the both of you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, someone's gotta keep you busy, Dean.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Between Cinch and the rest of the students, I'm busy enough as it is. Especially now, with the Friendship Games just around the corner.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds up a small stack of papers with the words &quot;Friendship Games&quot; in bold at the top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a stylish signature in dark blue at the bottom.</span><br />&quot;Vice Principal Luna?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, there's something else under that, but written much smaller.</span><br />&quot;Can't wait to see you, sis?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly stuffs the papers into one of her desk drawers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you didn't see anything.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pouts at you.</span><br />&quot;Yes, I did.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;You never told me you have a sister.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Knowing you won't drop this, she sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's because she's not actually my sister, but she might as well be. I went to school with Luna and her older sister Celestia. They always looked out for me, and we spent so much time together we became inseparable. Eventually they told me I'm considered a sister to them, and... well...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles with a blush and somewhat misty eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn, this woman is adorable.</span><br />&quot;They sound really nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, they are! They'll make wonderful hosts for the Friendship Games.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff.</span><br />&quot;Friendship Games. What a joke. As if this school knows anything about friendship.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's why the games are so important, to teach good values. Canterlot High is a warm, wonderful school.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And they'll probably get eaten alive by CPA, just like every other competition.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sulk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wouldn't be so sure of that. CHS just might be the ones to beat us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says smugly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin.</span><br />&quot;Heh, I'd love nothing more than for this place to get knocked down a peg.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cadence glances at the clock on her office wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, as much as I enjoy our talks, you do realize lunch is passing us by?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, shit!</span><br />&quot;Aw, I'm sorry, Dean, I didn't mean to cut into your lunchtime this much.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She calmly waves it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's fine, there's still enough time, so...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grows a gentle smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What can I help you with?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You wouldn't happen to have a spare jacket around somewhere, would you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's not exactly something we have spares of. They have to be custom ordered for the student. Are you that cold?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, being cold does bother me, but it's more about not having everyone question me for the rest of the day.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, I see. Okay... spare jackets...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She taps her finger on the desk for a few moments as she looks up at the ceiling in thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! I just remembered! Come on, follow me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do as you're told and follow her out of the office all the way to the storage room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's hope it's still here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches into an unmarked locker to pull out a Crystal Prep blazer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And it is!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes it to get rid of the dust on it.</span><br />&quot;Uh... how long has this been here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A while now. This belonged to that graduating senior, who on the last day of the school year, threw his jacket into the air in the main hall and ran out screaming 'freeedooooom!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both laugh.</span><br />&quot;Oh, yeah! Everyone got a real kick out of that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Except Principal Cinch. 'Could he not have held onto dignity for just a few more minutes until he was off school grounds?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with a bad impression of Cinch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hands you the jacket and you put it on.</span><br />&quot;Hmm... it's a bit big.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, it is a senior's size. Be thankful we found something at all.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know, I know. I'm not complaining, I'll make it work. Thanks, Dean.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Glad I could help.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both leave the storage room and close it back up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Though, I'm sorry to say that there isn't enough time for you to make it back to the cafeteria now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's fine, there's another place I can get lunch. IF I were given a special hall pass from someone, that is.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooohhh, well, I'm not supposed to just hand those out ya know. But, you did do something nice today so...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls out a small notepad and pen from her jacket, and starts writing on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Consider this your reward.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take it from her and stuff it in your pocket.</span><br />&quot;What about you, wanna come with? You haven't joined us for lunch in a while.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd love to, but there's too much paperwork to get done. I'll be fine. I've got a light salad waiting for me back in my office.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's all? Not even dessert? She's got plenty of sweets ya know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm fine with just a salad.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I mean, I've seen you with cake before and-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;JUST. Salad, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She interrupts stone faced.</span><br />&quot;If you say so.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a reason she's got such an amazing figure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But, maybe next week I'll come hang out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles.</span><br />&quot;We'll hold you to that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start off down the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Try to stay out of trouble!&quot;</span><br />&quot;No promises!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you begin to hear the clacking of her heels going in the opposite direction, you turn your autopilot back on to let your mind wander.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And there's only one thing you can think of right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's happened on Sugarcoat's side of this?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Sugarcoat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've just left Anon on the third floor, and made your way into the cafeteria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not wanting to waste anymore precious lunchtime than you already have, you immediately get into the lunch line.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By this point it's slim pickings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most of the more desirable selections have been taken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're happy to even have enough time to eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the reason for that is Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it weren't for him, you would have needed to be excused from school early.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd be concerned for Anon missing out on lunch too right now, but you already know he'll be fine where he's most likely going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stack your tray with what you can, and start walking over to your usual table with the girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You did your best to ignore it while you were in line, but now it's painfully obvious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost everyone is staring at you, and you can hear some of them whisper as you pass by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew this was going to happen, so you'll just have to do your best to deflect it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make it to your table and sit down, where you're greeted by various degrees of shock and excitement from the girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo and Lemon especially look like they're about to burst.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They waste no time in speaking up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Holy shit, girl! You've got a boyfriend?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon shouts, hopping around in her seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here we go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good for you, dear!~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour says in her sweet tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We were wondering what was taking you so long. Guess we got our answer.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny says playfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why didn't you tell us?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo shouts while leaning over the table.</span><br />&quot;Because there isn't anything to tell.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, c'mon! You can't possibly deny this while wearing that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head as you look down at your tray.</span><br />&quot;It's not what you guys think.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls look at each other confused, until Sunny notices something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait... why do you have that zipped all the way up?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wish you didn't have to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This just makes the girls even more concerned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Sugar, what happened?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without raising your head, you begin to explain.</span><br />&quot;I... I ran into Suri and her group. At the elevator.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo nearly rises out of her seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What did they do to you?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I tried to get away, but they ganged up on me and...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly, and carefully, pull the jackets zipper down just enough to show your tattered shirt and quite visible bra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls all gasp and go wide eyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo slams her fist on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Those fucking bitches! We have to get them back for this!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude, we always get them back. Problem is, they get us right back again. It never stops.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon explains.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But this time they've gone too far!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone at the table is angry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Except for, surprisingly, Sour Sweet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's more curious than anything else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Putting all that aside, you did get that jacket from a boy, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave your oversized sleeves around a bit.</span><br />&quot;Obviously.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sooo... who was it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...No one. It was no one.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start eating your food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Awww, Sugar! Don't leave us out like thaaaat!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon whines.</span><br />&quot;Like I said, I'm not leaving you out of anything. I... don't have a boyfriend.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before they can interrogate you any further, Suri and her group strut up to your table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey girls! Guess who I ran into at the ele-!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri's eyes nearly pop out of her head upon seeing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-what are YOU doing here! Where did you get that?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your only reaction is to glare daggers at Suri.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo gets up out of her seat to walk up to Suri and stare her down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck off, Suri! You're gonna pay for this stunt you just pulled!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest of your table rises to back Indigo up, while you remain seated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Suri isn't intimidated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or more like, she doesn't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to be completely focused on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up, mkay?! I asked you a question! Where. Did you. Get that?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of your groups now have the attention of the entire cafeteria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't the first time this has happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And no one will step in to put a stop to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the best lunchtime entertainment they could ask for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You narrow your eyes at her.</span><br />&quot;What is it to you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;D-do... do you have a boyfriend?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, what?</span><br />&quot;What do you care?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny grows a small, cruel smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I get it, you're jealous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri suddenly becomes panicked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;M-me?! J-jealous?! Don't make me laugh, m-mkay?! Why would I ever be jealous over a girl who's never had a boyfriend?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a sharp pain in your chest, and your breathing becomes heavier after hearing that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's at this moment Sour interjects.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry to be a nitpick, deary~, buuut... LOOK WHO'S FUCKING TALKING!! There isn't a single boy in this school who'll go out with you after the last horror story!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah! Poor guy couldn't even make it to a month before he ran away from you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri falters a bit, but regains her false composure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-whatever, mkay?! Those guys just couldn't appreciate me for how great I truly am! And besides, at least I've had boyfriends! The whole school knows she's never had one, and she never will!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to tell her off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to do it in your usual calm, logical way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though for some reason, you just can't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your knees are actually shaking under the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But for better or worse, Indigo tells her off for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wanna know where she got that jacket? Well, guess what? She DOES have a boyfriend! And he's awesome! And they're totally awesome together!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon throws her arms up in the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YEA YEAEEEE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cafeteria collectively bursts out into &quot;Oooooo!&quot;s and gasps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heated discussion immediately starts up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's too loud to hear anything clearly, but you can make out a few bits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She actually has a boyfriend?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No way!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hell must've frozen over.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damn it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri looks as if someone just stabbed her with an icicle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Upper Crust and Fleur shake her out of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets her bearings and barks an order.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's get out of here, mkay?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The skank squad promptly retreat from the cafeteria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo and Lemon laugh at the sight of this, while Sunny and Sour glare at the both of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nice going you idiots!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour shouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? What's wrong?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Asks Lemon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you not hear what Sugar said? She doesn't actually have a boyfriend! You've just made everything worse!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny scolds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Indigo just dismisses it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pfft! It's no big deal! Everyone will forget all about this and not even care by tomorrow. As long as it upsets that fuckin' cunt, that's all that matters!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour facepalms, while Sunny walks over to you and places her hand on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry, Sugar. It'll be okay. We'll fix this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tells you with a reassuring smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd like to believe that, but you don't see how that's possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Things have gone to shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is he going to think of all this when he finds out?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at your barely touched tray of food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And push it away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As hungry as you were, after all of this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've lost your appetite.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again, your autopilot system has served you well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're now in the science wing of CPA.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here the halls are lined with doors leading to larger than normal classrooms designed for students to engage in experiments, research, and development.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But instead of these grand, state of the art labs, you're only interested in a more... inconspicuous door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unmarked and smaller than the rest, it's easily overlooked and ignored at the end of the long corridor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even so, to you it's by far the most important door in all of Crystal Prep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The droning hum of large scientific computers and machines, along with your own footsteps, are the only things keeping you company.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kinda spooky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Makes sense though, since it's still lunchtime.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach the plain door and knock on it loudly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few seconds later a voice attempting an authoritative tone answers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Password.&quot;</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duIQqbcgsDw&amp;index=<span class="nu0">8</span>&amp;list=PL0A12ED38862DB0F5<br />&quot;It's just me, open up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Password!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes to no one.</span><br />&quot;Stella.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Invalid.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Invalid?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Security has been updated. New password required.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Damn it! At least give me a hint.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Follow up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan and rub your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was the codename of the next one?</span><br />&quot;Uhh... Pam?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of a large lock retracting echoes through the hall and the door opens, revealing a smiling girl in a lab coat with what you'd call grandma glasses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Correct.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The most down to earth girl in CPA, and your best friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's the smartest student this school has ever had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She also might be the dorkiest, most clumsy girl the school has ever had too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, you wouldn't have it any other way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes way for you to enter and you close the door behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Welcome back to the Batcave.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Is that what we're calling it now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Kame House had it's week.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So what is this place?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fantastical room of youthful hopes and dreams!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Orrrrrrr a storage room that was given to Twilight to use as a makeshift personal lab.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You prefer to think of it as the former.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a perversely powerful desktop hooked up to multiple 4k monitors, along with chemistry equipment on one side of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other has a laptop with a pair of Sennheiser HD 650 headphones, and a soldering iron along with some other tools and monitoring equipment on a workbench.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some wireless bookshelf speakers are also darted around the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your favorite thing by far though is back on the other side, where a twenty inch Sony BVM CRT is sitting on it's own desk, connected to a variety of retro consoles through RGB.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next to that is tall bookcase filled with various games, comic books, and manga.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Needless to say, this room could get any nerd hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or wet, depending on your needs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as you step inside, the delicious aroma of baking pizza hits you, and a small purple and green dog runs over to you happily barking.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Spike!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kneel down to pet him for a bit.</span><br />&quot;How ya doin', boy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He barks in reply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's always been something about this dog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's just so much more intelligent than any other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If only he could be understood better.</span><br />&quot;So, is the pizza ready yet?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just a minute more, you know how fast this baby is.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says gesturing to a small industrial oven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's supposed to be used for lab work, but Twilight rigged it for cooking any assortment of frozen junk food as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In the meantime, find us the latest episode of My Little Kitty.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Twilight loved to watch cartoons and anime together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Any genre, any age demographic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was no shame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike growls upon hearing the socially taboo MLK name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know you don't like it, Spike, but we'll make up for it by watching that Canine Girls movie when it airs.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking trash spin off show designed to sell ugly toys, and ruining the MLK franchise in the process.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It, along with all it's faggot fans need to burn in a dumpster fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just moments after you pull up the episode on the desktop, a timer goes off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's complete! Quickly, Anon, aid me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh boy, here we go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand in front of the oven as Twilight puts on high heat resistant gloves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cut off all warp core power!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You turn the oven off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now lower the shields so that we may retrieve the specimen!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You open the oven door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches in and pulls out the rack holding the pizza.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. Yes!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then places it on the workbench and dramatically looms over the still sizzling pizza.</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VkrUG3OrPc<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmmm hm hm... baked... it's baked! IT'S BAAAAAAAKED!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouts with her arms raised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Twilight, I don't mind you having fun with your mad scientist act, but... I'm fuckin' hungry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OH! Right! Sorry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes before clearing her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T-the pizza cutter should be around here somewhere.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What about drinks?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Check for yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a look inside the mini fridge in the corner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's stocked with a variety of frozen food and glass bottles of soda, as usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Catching you both off guard, the bell signaling the lunch period's end rings out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, your next class?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks concerned.</span><br />&quot;It's cool.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull out your hall pass.</span><br />&quot;Got this from our home girl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Neat! How long is it good for?&quot;</span><br />&quot;As long as I want.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You answer smugly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?! No way!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She snatches it out of your hands and readjusts her glasses to read it herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...'Mr. Mous is allowed to be excused from as many classes as need be for today.'&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mmmhmm!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod proudly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;'Please note: If he causes any trouble, please do not get upset and bear with him, he's a bit 'slow.'&quot;</span><br />&quot;WHAT?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight cups her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pfffftt! Puhhaa! 'S-s-signed... The Immaculate Dean Mi Amore Cadenza!' BWHAHAHAHAhaaaa!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, not able to hold back any longer, hunches over and bursts out laughing to tears, and even going so far as to snort in between a gasp for air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your reaction is to turn to the side and clench your fist tightly with a serious face.</span><br />&quot;CADENZA!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shout in a curse like fashion.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a couple of minutes, but after some deep breathing, Twilight is able to pull herself back together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, in all seriousness, what did you do to get this?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I just asked nicely.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh huh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's twice today you've received a searing unconvinced look from a female.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twenty four minutes later you've gone through both the pizza and the episode.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You down the last gulps of your ice cold soda and let out a hefty, satisfied sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feels good to have a full stomach after all that walking around on an empty one.</span><br />&quot;Once again, Frillity proves to be best kitten.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Best kitten this episode was Satellite, CLEARLY.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh yeah? Give me some reasons why.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, first of all-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While she's caught up in the silly best kitten debate, you sneakily lower your plate of leftover pizza crusts onto the floor so Spike can eat them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-And when she came up with the solution to the problem by reading a book, it showed how important studying is-! Anon! Are you feeding Spike pizza crust again?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Damn right! I gotta take care of mah boy! I even made sure to leave the bits with sauce and cheese on, cause that's when the crusts are best, right buddy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He barks in agreement and finishes the last piece.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anyways, are you gonna tell me what happened or not, Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What are you talking about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That isn't your jacket.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean back into your swivel chair and adopt a laid back posture to help throw her off.</span><br />&quot;Of course it's my jacket, it just looks weird because I usually wear my varsity instead.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;In response to this, Twilight leans in towards you from her own chair and becomes serious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It smells musty.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's cologne.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The only cologne in your house is your father's, and that's not his brand.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's been in the closet for a long time and the scent changed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The jacket you're wearing is slightly too big for you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It stretched out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a seniors size. On top of that, you show up with a super hall pass from Cadence herself. C'mon, Anon, it's obvious something occurred this morning.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...When did you figure out it wasn't my jacket?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Soon as I opened the door.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's Twilight for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she's calm and collected, which isn't often, her logical observation skills are impressive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And actually, you're pretty sure Cadence is just as good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Difference is, she chooses to let you off the hook.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Girls are fucking scary.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finish telling Twilight everything that happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Wooow, Anon. That's like, some kind of side quest in an RPG!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight is somewhat stunned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's been listening with wide eyes the whole time.</span><br />&quot;What do you think? Did I do the right thing, getting involved like that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks down at the floor with a hesitant tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I... I don't know.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Cadence keeps telling us that everyone here is a good person deep down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I'd like to believe her, but I feel so distant from all of the students here. ...Well, you know all about that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says sadly, clutching her arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although you're not treated the same way Twilight is by the rest of your peers, it's a feeling you can relate to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...But who knows! Maybe now that you were able to help Sugarcoat, she and her friends might be nicer?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with a hopeful smile.</span><br />&quot;Maybe. I just hope this doesn't come back to bite me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why would it? It's not like anyone would be upset about it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I guess...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But why do you have this nagging feeling?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And regardless, you helped her, and that just proves you're a good person, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I wouldn't be so sure. What if I just did that to validate myself and clear my guilty conscience?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ask with a mischievous smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, that would be more believable.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your attention is suddenly called to the other side of the room when the monitoring equipment starts to go off.</span><br />&quot;Something happening?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's CHS, there's more strange readings coming from it's location. That does it, I'm definitely going to check it out for myself.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You shouldn't do that, you could get in serious trouble.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have to, Anon! This might be my last chance before I leave-!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to stop herself mid-sentence, but it's too late.</span><br />&quot;Twilight... are you really going to that Everton place?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've already sent in my application.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh... Twilight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say disappointed as you look away from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T-this is a great opportunity, Anon! I've already gotten as far as I can here, and Everton might help me go even further! You... you understand that, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I do, and I'm happy for you, really, but it's just that...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at her with a sad smile.</span><br />&quot;I'm gonna miss you, Twi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aww, Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly wipes a tear from her eye before rolling her chair over to embrace you in a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return it in silence, until you feel a gnawing at your pant leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down to see Spike is letting you know he's upset about something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh, and reach down to give him a good petting.</span><br />&quot;And I'll miss you just as much, Spike!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks up at you with sad terribly eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight picks him up and places him in her lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And we'll miss you too, Anon. But, c'mon! It's not like I'll be leaving town! You'll still be able to come over to my house and hang out.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know, I know. It's just that... this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You motion to the room.</span><br />&quot;This won't be the same anymore. No more skipping class in this room, no more playing video games and watching cartoons and eating frozen-mad-scientist-pizza! ...No more you. You'll be gone, and I'm gonna go crazy in this uptight school!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe... maybe we could convince Cadence to keep this room just like this?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I doubt that. This whole setup is based on Cinch giving you special treatment for being the highest graded student in school. When you leave, it'll all fall apart. ...Unless...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Unless?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I could get a new group of students to join the club, ensuring it will go on. The new members will all be cute girls somehow, who end up falling in love with me one by one, and I'll have to make a decision on who I choose to be my one and only girlfriend! Yes... that just might work.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight is silent for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places a hand on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your life will never be an anime, no matter how badly you want it to be.&quot;</span><br />&quot;DAMMIT WOMAN! How many times must you crush my hopes and dreams?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight gets a good giggle out of that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, what now, Anon? Are you going back to class?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw your arms back behind the chair.</span><br />&quot;I think I'll skip out here with you for the rest of the day. I've got diplomatic immunity thanks to Cadence, might as well use it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! What about your grades?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scolds.</span><br />&quot;My grades are fine, and I can make up whatever I miss out on later. Besides, I don't want to be bothered with anymore questions today. What I DO want...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your chair over to the BVM.</span><br />&quot;Is to play some games on this sexy beauty right here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine, what do you wanna play, Mr. Hooky?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I feel like... sum good ol' two player Kirby Super Star.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twi sets up the game and you begin playing together, allowing you to forget all your troubles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Little did you know, as you were having fun with your best friend...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That at this very moment...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugarcoat was going through one of the roughest school days of her life.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Sugarcoat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The school day is almost over, and thank god for that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear snickers and whispers all around, as you sit at your desk in class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ever since lunch, it's been nothing but stares, jokes made at your expense, and the same questions over and over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Who is your boyfriend,' 'why won't you tell us,' 'you aren't going out with MY boyfriend are you.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been trying to answer everyone to put an end to all this, telling them there is no mystery boyfriend, but it's not making any difference.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully, one of your friends has been with you in every class, and they've helped keep everyone off your back, though there's only so much they can do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're really starting to get fed up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting in the desk next to yours now is Sunny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's been giving everyone who cracks a joke in the back of the classroom a dirty look, which shuts them up for a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bell rings and students start leaving the class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can finish putting your things away in your backpack, three girls approach you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taffy Shade, Ginger Owleyes, and Garden Grove.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So what's your deal, Sugarcoat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ginger asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, why are you even wearing that thing if you won't say?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Garden adds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give them a look of annoyance.</span><br />&quot;I keep telling you all, you've got the wrong idea.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You heard her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny steps in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now why don't you go about your own business.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taffy scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It must be true! She's just putting on an act to make it seem like she's going out with someone.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where did you hear that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny scowls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Suri.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ginger answers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's telling everyone that Sugarcoat got her hands on a boy's jacket somehow to use for attention.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great, more fuel to the fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And it looks like it's true. I gotta say, Sugarcoat, that's pretty pathetic.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taffy smugly smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up from your desk and coldly look her in the eyes.</span><br />&quot;Taffy, your hair looks like shit today.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gasps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You calmly walk away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny gives Taffy a mean smile as she follows you out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T-that has nothing to do with it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taffy shouts, trying to smooth it out all over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's right though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Garden snickers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're now out in the crowded hall, where things are no better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone stares as you make your way through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some of them even pointing and laughing with friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ignore them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny tells you, now at your side.</span><br />&quot;I am.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make it to your locker and start unloading your backpack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny stands beside you, freely giving out glares to anyone who tries to stop and stare.</span><br />&quot;You don't have to stay with me, Sunny. Go get ready for your next class.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not leaving you. Someone needs to watch your back.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if on cue, the rest of the girls show up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How ya holdin' up, Sugar?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon asks.</span><br />&quot;As well as can be expected.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That bad, huh? Oof!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She receives an elbow from Sour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oww! What'd I do?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sugar, you should know that Suri is spreading a rumor.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour informs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We heard.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny tells them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the fuck is Suri's problem?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo shouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I swear to god, if those whores try ANYTHING else, we're gonna put them in their place once and for all! No holding back.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says in a serious tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon, Sour, and Sunny nod in response.</span><br />&quot;I honestly don't care what that bitch's malfunction is, I just want this whole thing to blow over soon as possible.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finish up with your locker and close it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That ain't gonna happen while you're wearin' this, babe.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon says tugging on your sleeve.</span><br />&quot;I know. I have a spare uniform at home for tomorrow, but there's nothing I can do about it right now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour places a hand on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't take this the wrong way, dear, but...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tone and expression become stern.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE JUST GONE HOME.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That would have avoided all this, yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then why stay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon asks.</span><br />&quot;Have you forgotten? I have a perfect attendance record. I wasn't about to let it be ruined by the skank squad. There's only one class left for the day, after that I'm heading straight home.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls look at each other.</span><br />&quot;...What is it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sugar, how about we come over later today to talk about all this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny suggests.</span><br />&quot;What's to talk about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dismiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sugar, please, we're your friends. Can't you at least tell us the truth about what happened?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you trust us?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo adds with hurt feelings.</span><br />&quot;It's not that I don't trust you, it's just not something I want to go into right now. I'm not ready to. But eventually, I promise, I'll tell you guys everything.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You CAN trust your friends, but it would feel wrong to talk about Anon before you talk to him yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to talk to him about this, face to face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting Anon involved in all of this would be like backstabbing him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't do that after what he did for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So until then, you've vowed to yourself that you won't betray him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, we understand, and we'll be waiting.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour suddenly grabs you by the collar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;JUST DON'T MAKE US WAIT TOO LONG.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says in your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gently brush her hand off.</span><br />&quot;I'll see what I can do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls chuckle, and for the first time in this awful day, you smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Wait...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is it the first time you've smiled today?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, it's not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first time was when you made fun of Anon on the bus this morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the second time was... when you last saw him...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon made you smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just by being nice to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why does it feel like it's been so long since then?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why haven't you seen him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does he know what's happened?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is he avoiding you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Sugarcoat!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're snapped out of your thoughts by a group of rowdy boys on the other side of lockers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, I lost one of my jackets recently, maybe I'M your boyfriend!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all start laughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo steps forward, shaking her fist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And maybe I should punch out those pearly whites of yours?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The boys immediately stop laughing and recoil.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon doesn't say anything, but she does glare at them harshly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;H-hey! It was just a joke!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of them says with his hands up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour yells at them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They promptly do as they're told.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your friends can be downright intimidating when they want to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;I am so done with this shit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, like you said, there's only one more class, and you're taking it with me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo says with a positive attitude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If anyone else gives you trouble, I'll take care of it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She thumbs to herself with a grin.</span><br />&quot;Great, that'll make up for what you did in the cafeteria.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tell her sarcastically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aheheheh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nervously laughs.</span><br />&quot;Come on, let's all get this day over with.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say before heading towards your last class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Meet back at the front of the school!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon calls out as everyone goes their separate ways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a half hearted wave of acknowledgment behind your back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo catches up and walks beside you in silence for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, hey, seems like you've gotten pretty used to that jacket.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why do you say that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because you've got both your hands in it's pockets.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck... she's right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't even realize.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Earlier, you were really nervous in it, but now you look comfortable. I know you won't tell us who's jacket that is, but I bet whoever he is, he'd be happy to know it did it's job.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grow a small smile.</span><br />&quot;Yeah... maybe...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You probably won't get to have your face to face with him before you leave school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But at least you were given something to tide it over until tomorrow.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks, Dean.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've spent the afternoon of classes with Twilight in her lab.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But your time of skipping out is drawing to a close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, there's only one class left for the day.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tells you from across the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stopped playing games with you a while ago to get back to her research.</span><br />&quot;So?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll get away with these last few hours, but you really should show up to your last class of the day. It'll keep you from getting in trouble and drawing suspicion to yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says while taking her lab coat off and hanging it up.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I guess you're right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up and turn the CRT off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I am right. So let's go.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Should we shut down the rest of the lab?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I'll be coming back right away.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bends down to pet Spike.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You watch the lab while I'm gone, okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He barks diligently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Twi walk out into the hall towards the entrance of the science wing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The spooky atmosphere you felt before is gone as it's now bustling with activity.</span><br />&quot;How come you're not going home?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I want to research those readings from CHS some more.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I seriously think you're obsessing over that, Twi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know! But I can't help it, something about the whole thing feels like... it's calling me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head.</span><br />&quot;I think you need to get out more.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Says the guy who played hooky all day in a storage room.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Touche.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;By the way, what are you going to do about Sugarcoat?&quot;</span><br />&quot;She said she would give it back later, I'm guessing that'll be tomorrow. She'll take care of my jacket till then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's odd.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't usually put that much trust into someone like her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's true.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just earlier today you wouldn't have even lent Sugarcoat a worn down eraser.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the more you think about that cute smile she gave you...</span><br />&quot;Yeah, well, she seemed pretty thankful, so...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach one of the main halls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I'm going this way.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And I'm this way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point in opposite directions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then I'll see you tomorrow, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waves walking off.</span><br />&quot;Don't stay too long after school in the lab, Twi! Go home and get some rest!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You call out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No promises!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a bad influence on that girl.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk into your last class and take a seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone is happily gossiping about something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was nothing new in this school, but this seems bigger than normal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that it matters to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There you are, Anon. Where have you been all this time?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look behind you to see Jet leave the group he was talking with to sit down next to you.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Jet. Nowhere in particular. Why, something going on?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't know?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He asks surprised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't think there was anyone left in school who hasn't heard.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You know I'm not one for gossip much.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, I think you especially will find this quite amusing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He says grinning.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon as the last bell of the day rings, you jump up from your seat and dash into the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, you had no idea things would get this out of control.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And all because you gave her your jacket?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the fuck?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nobody in class asked you anything about it, so no one knows it's your jacket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least that worked out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to find and talk to her before she leaves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Problem is, you're on the far side of the school, and this is rush hour traffic as far as the crowded hallways go, the worst time to be in a hurry to get anywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn it!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally making it to the main foyer, you push through the front doors and step out onto the campus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a look around as you catch your breath, you see the usual sights of a school day ending.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The campus is covered in students chatting and saying their goodbyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a line of buses filling up, while cars driven by parents come and go as they pick up their kids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can't find Sugar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sure you could spot that ridiculous hair style of hers if she were here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do find her friends however, talking as a group.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They look concerned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's no surprise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not close with them, except for one.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Lemmy!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You call out with your arm raised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yo, Non!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon steps away from her friends to greet you with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How's it goin'?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She extends her fist and you meet it with yours.</span><br />&quot;Eh, same as it's ever been.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That bad, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point at her jokingly.</span><br />&quot;Hey, watch it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sticks her tongue out with a wink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hee hee.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon Zest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of your few real friends here at school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite your claim that there are no decent CPA girls, she's actually very friendly with a good sense of humor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a reputation as a former delinquent who's been sent to juvie multiple times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, what's up, dude?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Do you know where Sugarcoat is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, man, she's already gone. Her mom came and picked her up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, maybe Lemon can give you her phone number.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's it to you, pal?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aw crap, the other three are coming into the conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You plannin' to make fun of her?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo Zap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The top student in athletics.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's also the toughest girl of CPA, who's able to beat up most of the boys.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She isn't someone you want to get into a fight with.</span><br />&quot;No, I heard about what's going on, and I think it's bullshit the way everyone is treating her. I just wanted see if she's doing okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aww! That's so nice~, BUT NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR CONCERN!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;CPA's resident violent, bi-polar psychopath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's famous for suddenly threatening anyone with no hesitation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should always make sure to stay on her good side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So much for getting Sugar's number.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, these are her best friends, but the fact that they're talking to you like this means Sugar hasn't told them what happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And since you don't know why she hasn't, it's best not to interfere with that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The longer you talk to these girls, the more suspicious they'll become of you.</span><br />&quot;You're right, it's none of my business. Just let her know I asked about her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start walking away from them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Hey, Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aw crap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn around to see Sunny walk back up to you.</span><br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stands silent for a moment before narrowing her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You look different.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AW CRAP!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hoped you could get away without having to say a word to this one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny Flare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The second highest graded student of Crystal Prep, and 'leader' of Sugar's group of friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And just like Twilight, her attention to details is nothing to laugh at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, she may even be better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If that's the case, you can't make the same mistake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of coming up with excuses for your jacket, divert from it.</span><br />&quot;I do? Well, I did get a haircut this week.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks you up and down once more, then puts on a smug smile with a tone of voice to match.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you now? Is that really all you've changed?&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You answer casually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other girls are now standing beside Sunny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They can tell that she suspects you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I suppose that's it then.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's already figured everything out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But for some reason, she isn't calling you on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, Anon, we don't talk enough. We should really get to know each other better. Say, what bus are you getting on? You wouldn't mind if we came along to talk some more, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh fuck!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's where she's going with this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wants to toy with you until you give in and tell her everything yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she knows that if you try to avoid them, that's the same as admitting to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even then, they'll just wait for you to pick a bus and get on with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well screw her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If she wants to play this game, call her bluff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put on a playful smile.</span><br />&quot;And deny myself the company of four lovely ladies? Of course not, I'd be more than happy to spend the ride home with you all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ohhh~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny is pleasantly surprised by your response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the other hand, Indigo is giving you a glare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour's eye is twitching.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Lemon has an overly mischievous smile on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;TROUBLE.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These girls are nothing but trouble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is gonna be rough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon notices something behind you and giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fun as that'd be, our rides' here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back to see a Bentley suv pull up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman driving lowers her window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunny! Get your friends and let's go!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny gives a wave of acknowledgment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Seems we'll have to be the ones to deny your company, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This bitch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were never going to get on the bus with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just wanted to push your buttons to see what you would do.</span><br />&quot;That's a shame.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny takes the last two steps in between you and, to your amazement, starts straightening up your jacket and shirt for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, Anon, like Sour said, it is very nice of you to worry about Sugar.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm a man of my peers.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She allows herself a small chuckle from that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But you needn't worry anymore, because we WILL get to the bottom of all this. And when we do...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She finishes tidying you up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The appropriate actions will be taken.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says looking you dead in the eyes.</span><br />&quot;In that case, a weight's been lifted off my shoulders.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reply without so much as a blink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans in even closer and whispers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That wouldn't be the first time today.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she sidesteps you and goes on to her mother's vehicle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How did she get away with that when her mother is just over there?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah, Mrs. Flare is looking down at her phone intently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo follows after Sunny, but she purposely bumps into you with her shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See ya around, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says without looking back.</span><br />&quot;Later.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next up is Sour, pointing a finger in your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WE ARE WATCHING YOU.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm flattered.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And last is Lemon, who simply gives you a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry, Non, I know you're a good guy. I've got your back.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Does that mean I'll get to live through all this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lightly punches your arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No promises.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs to catch up with her friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's two girls you've influenced now.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You expected the bus ride home to be filled with gossip about Sugar, but nobody mentioned it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hopefully that's a sign that things are calming down.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A while later you step into your house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of your parents are still at work, like always.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only reason you were able to afford going to Crystal Prep is because of how hard your mom and dad worked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head to your room, drop your backpack on the floor, and plop onto your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't get to see Sugarcoat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing you can do about it now...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Might as well go into the kitchen to make yourself a snack, since mom will be late with dinner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your phone buzzes in your pocket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull it out to see... a message from a number you don't recognize.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Anon I'm sorry I couldn't give your jacket back today but I promise I'll bring it to school tomorrow]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugar?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How did she get your number?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit up and quickly type out a reply.</span><br />[That's fine sugarcoat not a problem but can I call you we need to talk about what's happening at school]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two minutes go by as you wait for a reply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You call her number anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Send another text.</span><br />[Sugar you there]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Five minutes go by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seems like she doesn't want to talk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't blame her after the day she's had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least she cared enough to get your number and send you a message.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a full evening of funposting on /mlk/, it's time to turn in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you get under the covers though, you look at your phone on the nightstand for a moment, silently debating with yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no way she'll reply...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it's a silly message to send anyways... but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up your phone and type to your newest contact.</span><br />[Goodnight sugar]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stupid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How did you even think-!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your phone buzzes in your hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She actually replied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what's even more surprising than that, is how such a simple text, from such a stubborn, arrogant girl can make you smile this much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Goodnight anon]</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A friday.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Sugarcoat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sitting in the passenger seat next to your mother, Gumdrop, as she drives you to school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's go over this again.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Must we?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just want to make sure I haven't missed anything!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're way too excited about this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, you call me up yesterday out of the blue, saying it was an emergency and that I needed to be ready to pick you up from school.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As the good, considerate mother that I am-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Debatable.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was there waiting as you stepped out.&quot;</span><br />&quot;True.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But to my surprise, you're wearing a boy's jacket! And you won't tell me why, or even take it off until you get home! Not to mention you've been in a bad mood ever since.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And here it is, the next day, and you're having me drive you to school, when you normally take the bus. Did I get everything?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks looking over with a smile.</span><br />&quot;You got it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You answer annoyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And yet, I still don't understand what all this is about.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That would make sense since I haven't told you anything.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, that could easily be fixed right n-&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm still not going to tell you anything, mom. ...Not yet, anyways.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So I have to wait to find out what's going on in my own daughter's life?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You have to wait because I'm not even sure what's going on myself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mother laughs.</span><br />&quot;Really, mom?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't take it the wrong way! It's just... it all seems more dramatic than it probably is!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scowl.</span><br />&quot;Well I'm glad my hardship is able to amuse you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll laugh at this too when you look back on it someday.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I highly doubt that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let me at least guess what happened.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan and push your glasses up to rub your eyes.</span><br />&quot;How far are we from school?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have a boyfriend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says giddily.</span><br />&quot;Why won't this car ride end?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shout at the roof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you and him...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a dramatic pause.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Got frisky at school!&quot;</span><br />&quot;MOTHER?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can tell me! I'll be happy to hear it, really!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then I'm happy to disappoint you! No, I did NOT get 'frisky' with a boy!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think that's exactly what happened, since you're so afraid of your father finding out. Heaven forbid were he to hear any of this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says childishly with one hand over her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your entire body stiffens and you lean over to point a finger at her.</span><br />&quot;NO! Not one word to daddy, mom! Not ONE! You promised!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gently pushes you back to your seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, yes, I know. I was only teasing, dear.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The car FINALLY pulls in front of the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She puts the car into park and grabs onto your arm to prevent you from escaping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now listen.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her expression and tone have become more serious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know I love you, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, mother.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look away as you answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you know that you can always come to me about anything?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, mother.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good. When you're ready, I'll be waiting. Now come here so I kiss you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls you over to her and plants a kiss on your forehead.</span><br />&quot;Moooom! I told you, not at school!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You struggle and break away from her to step out of the car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't forget your things!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wasn't going to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the rear door of mom's sedan to pull out your backpack and a plain, unremarkable bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lowers the passenger window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Try to have a good day, drama queen! And tell your boyfriend I said hi!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Please drive away now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does, but not before giving you one last giddy smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That woman annoys you far more than should be allowed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But after talking to your mom, you do feel better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've made it to school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're wearing your new, spare uniform.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And in this bag you have Anon's jacket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the reason you couldn't ride the bus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last thing you want is to be questioned about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're just going to quickly find Anon and give it back to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The walk across campus is... going fine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one seems to be looking at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step into the main foyer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's packed with your peers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And... everything is okay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No staring, no pointing, no laughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's actually like Indigo said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone is over it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is good!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now if you can give Anon his jacket back before class starts, it'll all be done with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take your phone out of your skirt pocket and start typing.</span><br />[Anon I just got to school and I have your jacket where can we meet]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you're waiting for a reply, you may as well get to your locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin making your way through the crowd, allowing yourself a small smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is it because... you'll get to see Anon again?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, someone bumps into you.</span><br />&quot;Uff! Watch where you're go-!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey there, Trenchcoat!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not this bitch again.</span><br />&quot;I'm not interested in your bullshit today, Suri.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to sidestep her, but she moves along with you, staying in your way.</span><br />&quot;Move out of the way!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a huge grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But there's so much for us to talk about! Like, for instance, what's in that bag?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wha-!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the straps of the bag being ripped away from your fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's taken the bag and stepped back.</span><br />&quot;Give that back!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lounge at her, but you're stopped as Upper Crust and Fleur grab onto and hold you back from behind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did they plan this?!</span><br />&quot;What the fuck?! Let me go!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This seems really important! I think we should take a look into this, mkay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You struggle, but you're held in place as Suri reaches in and pulls the jacket out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look of delight on her face is sickening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OOOhhhh wow! I was RIGHT! I knew it! HEY EVERYONE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds the jacket up higher and starts waving it around to get everyone's attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;NO!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;LOOK AT THIS!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A crowd was already starting to form, but now you're surrounded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's like I said! She doesn't have a boyfriend! She's just bringing this jacket to school herself!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some of them start laughing and pointing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So it was a lie!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She just faked the whole thing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What a loser!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shut up!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fleur and Upper have loosened their grip on you from joining in the laughter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use all the strength you can muster and break free of the lackeys hold, rushing towards Suri.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she sees you coming, and throws the jacket up and over to Fleur behind you.</span><br />&quot;Stop it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach to grab it from Fleur, but she throws it to Upper Crust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They start laughing again and so does the crowd.</span><br />&quot;I said stop it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go for Upper even faster this time and she barely manges to throw the jacket to another girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coco Pommel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's nervous though, and isn't prepared to catch it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrieks as it flies over and lands on top of her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri is right there to pull it off her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Watch it, Coco! You almost dropped it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I don't think we should be-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut it! Who's helping you get your big break, huh?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coco looks down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is pointless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're playing monkey in the middle, and everyone's loving it.</span><br />&quot;Give it back, Suri! It doesn't belong to you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It doesn't belong to you either, you pigtailed lier!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouts back hatefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You stole this!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is she taking this so personally?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear someone shouting from outside the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Move it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let us through you idiots!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the girls!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're here, but they can't get to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's even more people than before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feels like half the school is here right now.</span><br />&quot;I didn't steal anything!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then why don't you tell us who gave it to you, mkay?!&quot;</span><br />The crowd starts shouting their agreement with her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stop being a stubborn bitch!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tell us already!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't betray Anon like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri becomes smug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you can't tell us, then I guess we'll just have to turn this in to the lost and found. Someone has to claim it, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't let her take Anon's jacket!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the whole school is in on this now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's nothing you can do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the girls can't help you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clench your fists.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes are getting misty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel so helpless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri holds the jacket up high again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll ask you one more time. Who gave this to you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who said that?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri looks behind her to see...</span><br />&quot;Anon!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't believe it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's shown up out of nowhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He places himself between you and Suri.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The crowd has gone silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the shouting, all the laughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dead stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could hear a pin drop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon reaches for and easily takes his jacket from Suri, who seems to be in shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;H-hey!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks for holding this for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He says calmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mood of the entire room has changed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Upper, Fleur, and Coco have backed off from you and Anon, along with everyone else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri angrily points at Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's... that's not your jacket! You're lying!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stares at her for a moment...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then he casually, and effortlessly, puts his jacket on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It fits!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coco exclaims.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It fits him perfectly! It IS his jacket!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The students murmur in agreement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suri's face has dropped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the fun and pleasure she was taking in your dismay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a feeling of... dread coming from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But... why? Why would you give your jacket to Sugarcoat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Isn't it obvious?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He questions, moving to stand right next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, as if it were perfectly normal, he intertwines his hand with yours while looking into your eyes, and says the thing you least expected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because she's my girlfriend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up at him in amazement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the warmth of his hand, and it travels all the way to your cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The crowd surrounding you has erupted into noise, but it seems so distant, you can barely hear it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your vision, all on it's own, drifts over to Suri.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks sad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, that's too simple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's not just sad... she looks... heartbroken?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can really process this entire situation, Anon starts to lead you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, if you guys will excuse us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone makes way for the two of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see your friends as you pass by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour and Sunny are speechless, while Lemon and Indigo are cheering you on along with some of the other students.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Woooo!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo shouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeeeah! Git sum, Sugar! Tap dat, Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn it, Lemon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make it out of the crowd, Anon still pulling you along.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not giving him any resistance, but you're not making any effort to follow either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're allowing yourself to be... whisked away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you're happy about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you want to be taken away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taken away from all the laughing, pointing, drama, and stupid questions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the stress, hurt, and anger that Suri has given you in this nightmare!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon was taking you away from all of that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feeling of relief that's overcome you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like you can breathe again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On impulse, you feel the need to look back, but Anon stops you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't look back.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but ask.</span><br />&quot;Why?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They don't deserve it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon squeezes your hand, and with a smile, you squeeze back.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Sunny Flare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you've just witnessed quite an event to start the day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you and the girls were unable to get to Sugar, Anon stepped in and took care of everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All while claiming to be her boyfriend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're skeptical, to say the least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But he did help Sugar, and she does look happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you'll give them some time to figure this out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And if it does work out, your classmates will stop picking on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Things seem to be going that way, since everyone around you is eating this up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, almost everyone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour nudges you to call your attention back to Suri.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's... crying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her friends are trying to console her, Coco included, until she breaks away from them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Suri!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coco calls out, but Suri runs outside through the main doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you make of that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub your chin.</span><br />&quot;...I don't know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo punches her palm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Should we go over there and give them some payback?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, Anon did enough. Anything more would just stir up trouble.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I don't think we can top how badass Anon was just now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon chuckles.</span><br />&quot;We should keep our eye on them, though. If they try to ruin this for Sugar, we'll put a stop to it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your friends continue to talk about what just happened, you can't help but take note of what's occurring right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On one side, a girl is being led away by a boy who came to her rescue, with the biggest smile you've seen on her face in sometime.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the other end, another girl is running away in the opposite direction, alone, and with tears streaming down her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's amazing how so much can change in just one day...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're still leading Sugar down the halls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's hasn't protested, probably due to being in shock, but she seems to be getting her bearings back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, we need to talk.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She speaks up.</span><br />&quot;I know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where are we going?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Somewhere we won't be bothered.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach the office you've been heading to and drag Sugar inside, closing the door behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a quick glance around, and her eyes go wide upon realizing your location.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Isn't this Dean Cadence's office?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We shouldn't be here!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Relax, she's out making her morning rounds.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But if she comes back-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nothing will happen. If anything, she'll laugh about all of this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is something you would like to avoid for now, actually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugar still seems to be nervous.</span><br />&quot;Really though, it's perfectly fine to be in here. Trust me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say with as much assurance as you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you say so.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a moment, but she allows herself to lower her guard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;First things first, how did you find me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull out your phone.</span><br />&quot;You texted me to meet up, remember? I kept replying to you, but you wouldn't answer.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls out her phone as well to check, and confirms that there's three missed texts from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I must've not been able to hear the alerts with everything else going on.&quot;</span><br />&quot;When you wouldn't reply, I started heading for your locker to find you. I heard all the shouting coming from the main hall on the way, and I knew something was up. By the way, how did you get my number?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dean Cadence gave it to me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;The Dean?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. When she saw me wearing the jacket, she instantly knew it was yours and figured out everything without even asking me. Then she gave me your number in case I needed it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make a fist, turn to the side and shout.</span><br />&quot;CADENZA!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugar raises an eyebrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um... excuse me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Huh? Oh! It's nothing, forget it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She must think you and Cadence have some kind of weird relationship going on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't blame her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anyways, Anon, what you just did out there-&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're welcome.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smugly interrupt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugar huffs and lightly stomps her foot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What you SAID out there!&quot;</span><br />&quot;What did I say?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ask feigning ignorance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugar crosses her arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't recall ever agreeing to be your girlfriend. Unless I missed something?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;No, you didn't.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then why would you say that?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouts, genuinely confused and upset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk a few steps away from her to look at a picture hanging on the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's last year's school photo of all the students.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Having seen it before, you're easily able to find yourself, Twilight, and Sugarcoat, all in different spots.</span><br />&quot;...Doesn't it piss you off? The way everyone was acting and getting a kick out of that whole scene?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course it does, but that's just the usual way things go around here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And I'm tired of it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proclaim, turning back to her.</span><br />&quot;I'm tired of everyone in this school being assholes and getting away with it because it's expected. Because a situation's turned to what they wanted for their own amusement.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk back over to her.</span><br />&quot;They decided something for you on their own, and I shoved it back in their faces. Who says you can't have a boyfriend?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you, surprised by your reasons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She probably thought they would be more selfish.</span><br />&quot;I'm happy to prove them all wrong. Especially Suri, she NEEDED to be shut up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugar looks through you for a moment, recalling the reaction Suri had to all this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She brings herself back on topic with a shake of her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But this doesn't fix anything, Anon! You've only made it worse!&quot;</span><br />&quot;How could I have possibly made it any worse than what was going on just now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're not actually going out! What am I supposed to do? Lie and keep up a charade? I can't. That's not the kind of person I am, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with the same kind of sincerity she had when she apologized.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You said you didn't like what they decided for me, but isn't what you did no better? Isn't it...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hugs herself and looks down at the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Unfair?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks sadly.</span><br />&quot;...You're right. It isn't fair to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then how are you going to take responsibility for this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over to Cadence's empty chair, recall her words to you, and step even closer to Sugar.</span><br />&quot;By asking you to go out with me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-what?! Are you serious?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold her hands in yours and smile.</span><br />&quot;I am.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's taken back by this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands tremble, and she begins to blush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It deepens as you stare into her eyes, until she can't take it anymore, so she turns her head away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but we d-don't know each other.&quot;</span><br />&quot;We'll learn, and have fun in the meantime.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks back at you with glossy eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you... do you even like me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, I've been thinking about you and that smile you gave me since yesterday, so I'm pretty sure I do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't tease me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm not teasing! I know what you did for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What I did?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You could've avoided this whole thing if you told everyone that it was my jacket, but you kept it secret. Even from your best friends, and just now back there. That means a lot to me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It proved to you that she could be trusted AND loyal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finding a girl with one of those qualities is hard, never mind both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Your last girlfriend had them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Cadence was right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes you need to get to know someone better before you pass judgment on them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you definitely want to know Sugarcoat better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wanted to talk with you about it first.&quot;</span><br />&quot;We're talking now, and I'm really asking you to be my girlfriend, Sugar.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never thought she could be like this, and it's incredibly cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Fine.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Fine?! That's it?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her blush deepens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean! Fine, I'll... be your girlfriend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says the last part much quieter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh.</span><br />&quot;Guess I should be happy you're at least fine with it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not sure about this.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Heeey, don't be like that. I'm telling you, we'll have fun. In fact, since it's friday, we can go out tonight if you'd like.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gently rub the top of her hands with your thumbs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This sends her fluster meter over the tolerable levels, so she retracts both her hands free and instantly slaps yours away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-we don't have time for this!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ow!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She points at Cadence's wall clock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Classes are about to start!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks past you and opens the door, then looks back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'd better not make me regret this, Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;I'll try my best, but... no promises.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She huffs and frowns at you, before storming out into the hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know you shouldn't do such things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But for some reason, the more upset she becomes, the cuter she is to you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk into your first class of the day and spot a common sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sitting at the very front of the class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waves at you excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! I saved you a seat!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh goody.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reply sarcastically before sitting down at the desk next to her.</span><br />&quot;Twilight, do we have to sit at the front so early in the morning?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes! Otherwise I won't be called on to answer as much!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really worry about this girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But more importantly, I saw everything that happened.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You were there, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't believe you did that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Neither Can I, actually.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes widen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You mean to tell me that was a moment of impulse?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Pretty much.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes herself to help process what you just said, and readjusts her glasses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, yesterday you... you weren't even sure if you did the right thing by getting involved!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So what are you doing? Why did you tell the whole school she's your girlfriend?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slump into your seat.</span><br />&quot;I don't know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's just... I got upset! When I saw what they were doing to her, and the look on her face...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was an awful scene. I felt really bad for her.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And it's because she kept the secret, Twi. She never told anyone, not even her friends.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why would she do that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm not sure, but I think we both wanted to see how things could work out between us, and she didn't want any drama getting in the way. So much for that, though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Wait, if it was a spur of the moment, are you two really going out or... not?&quot;</span><br />&quot;We are now. I convinced her to give it a shot after I got her out of there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In Cadence's office, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Where else would I go?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Figured. It is the safest place in school for us, next to the lab that is.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says proudly before starting to organize her desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, if you're happy, I'm happy for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tells you with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just never thought you'd go out with a girl from our school.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I wouldn't have, twenty four hours ago. But, after school I'll be taking Sugar on our first date.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stops what she's doing to look at you with a raised eyebrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean, after school?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I mean after school as in today. I don't know what we'll do yet, but... I'm kinda getting excited.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her expression becomes serious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you won't be able to go on a date today.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why not?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you know? Every class today is going to have a larger than normal homework assignment.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face drops.</span><br />&quot;You're kidding. Please, Twi, tell me you're messing with me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;About homework? When have I ever?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Never.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reply disappointed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Precisely.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay, it's okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say to yourself more than her.</span><br />&quot;If I cram it all tonight and tomorrow morning, I can still take her on a date tomorrow night and sunday.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight silently shakes her head at you.</span><br />&quot;...What? Don't give me that! What else is wrong?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have you forgotten about yesterday? You skipped out on half the classes. You'll be getting makeup work from those classes in addition to today's.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bury your face in your hands and groan.</span><br />&quot;Ooohhh god. I didn't expect I'd have to pay for that like this!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That amount of work will take you way too long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unless...</span><br />&quot;Twilight! If I come over to your house tonight, could you help me study?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, but I'll be busy this whole weekend working on a project for getting into Everton.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with a guilty tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and slump into your chair once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If it weren't for that, I swear I'd-&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's alright, Twi, I know you'd help me if you could. And you don't have to apologize for anything, this is all on me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But it's all so sudden, neither of you planned for this. She'll have homework too, along with everyone else. I'm sure if you explain to her, she'll understand if you can't take her out this weekend.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I hope so.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It hasn't even been twenty two minutes, the running time of a My Little Kitten episode, since you've gotten your new girlfriend, and things have already gone to shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That has to be some kind of record.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lunchtime.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The halls are filled as students file out of their classes and head to the cafeteria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make a quick trip to your locker and dump off some notes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Same old routine, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not quite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of simply walking into the cafeteria, you're waiting out in the hall for Sugar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't seen her since this morning, and it'd be nice to have lunch with your new girlfriend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've already messaged her about it, so she should be here any minute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you look down at your phone, you feel someone tap you on the shoulder.</span><br />&quot;Ready to grab some lunch Sug-!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your head expecting to see blue and white, but get an eyeful of pink instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yes, Anon! I can't wait to have a lovey dovey lunch with you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looks like it's time for Cadence to bug you about this whole thing.</span><br />&quot;Well hey then! What are we standing around for? Let's head on in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fire back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, but I'm not actually your girlfriend.&quot;</span><br />&quot;No. No you're not, Dean Cadence.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But, you DO have a girlfriend, don't you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans in close with a big smile, waiting for your begrudging reply to a question she already knows the answer to.</span><br />&quot;...Yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I knew it! I knew when you gave your jacket it was about to happen! You've got a girllllfrieeend! You've got a girlllllllfrieeeeenndd!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've seen this side of her before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like she's become a teenage high school girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Anon, hey.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's begun to poke you over and over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to resist and look away.</span><br />&quot;...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she gleefully continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, hey, Anoooon, heeeeey.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She isn't going to stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a heavy sigh, you finally answer.</span><br />&quot;Yes, Dean Cadence?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She motions for you to come closer, and reluctantly you do, allowing her to whisper in your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you wanna, like, come with me to Twi's lab to eat lunch? There's gonna be a bunch of cakes and sweets for this special occasion.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can respond, her eyes go wide as she lightly gasps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh wait, you can't, BECAUSE YOU HAVE A GIRLLLLLLLLFRIEEEENNNNDDDD!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She yells straight into your hearing canal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You side step away, wincing and covering your now ringing drum.</span><br />&quot;Gah! C'mon!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a good laugh.</span><br />&quot;Who's the adult here?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hush up and let me have my fun! I've been waiting too long for this!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You act as if this is more for your benefit than mine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe it is.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with a smug face.</span><br />&quot;Please don't live vicariously through me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But really, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places a hand on your shoulder with a genuine smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm proud of the way you handled that situation.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, well...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think you and Sugarcoat will really help each other.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What does she mean by that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, that's enough from me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really didn't want Sugar to see this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have fun this weekend, Anon. I want a good story by monday.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she takes her leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You considered asking her for help with your homework problem, but out of respect, you decided not to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's already done so much, you can't ask for more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to find your own way out of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a voice call behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time, you know who you're turning to face.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Sugar.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is something wrong? You looked like you were spacing out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks concerned.</span><br />&quot;Nah, I've just been waiting for you. Come on, I'm hungry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You motion for her to follow you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, but I won't be able to have lunch with you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why not?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As you know, I haven't told the girls anything yet, and they really want an explanation.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ah, you're gonna tell them during lunch.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They're my best friends, and they've been waiting. It's only fair. You're okay with that, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I wouldn't like to keep getting brushed off either. Go ahead and have some girl talk, we'll get plenty of time this weekend anyways.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;About that. We're getting a fairly large homework assignment this weekend, so I won't be able to go out tonight.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know. I'm right there with you on that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Worse actually, but you don't have it in you to tell her that yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But we can do something on saturday?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks hopeful.</span><br />&quot;Sure. We'll figure it out later, don't worry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks for understanding.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yo, Sugar!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both look towards the cafeteria doors, where Sugar's friends are waiting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're starving! You can suck face with Anon later!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon purposely shouts out for everyone to hear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugar glares at her while blushing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dammit, Lemon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to stifle yourself from laughing along with Lemon and Indigo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns back to you, but also starts back stepping sheepishly with her arms behind her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd better sit them down before they do anything worse.&quot;</span><br />&quot;We'll talk after school.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo and Lemon creep up and grab hold of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on, lovergirl!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon teases.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Time to dish out the details!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo grins as they both drag Sugar through the doors with Sour and Sunny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd go over to Twi's, but you don't want to get in the way of her project.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looks like you'll have to settle for Jet, Trender, and Neon as lunch buddies today.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Sugarcoat.</span><br />&quot;And that's how I got Anon's jacket.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sitting at your usual lunch table with the girls, and you've just finished telling them the story everyone was dying to hear.</span><br />&quot;After that, I came into the cafeteria, and you know the rest.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's so cool that he saved your glasses!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo fist pumps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And he gave you his jacket without hesitation~.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour swoons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You conveniently left out the part where Anon was trying to get back at you for the insult on the bus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was between you and him, and you're more than even now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When and how did you dudes decide to go out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It must have been last night over the phone. Or maybe you even met up with him?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo guesses.</span><br />&quot;It was when he took me away this morning.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour, Lemon, and Indigo shout together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny doesn't seem surprised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo puts her hands up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa, whoa! Are you saying he told the whole school you were going out before you even agreed to it?! That's crazy!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know, right? What kind of person would do something like that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all give Indigo a stern look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's oblivious for a moment before realizing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OH! Uhhh... y'know, I think I'm starting to like this Anon guy! Ahhhahahaha ha ha... ha.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rubs the back of her head and slinks down into her seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully, Sunny moves the conversation along.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you let him get away with using that stunt as asking you out? I'm surprised, Sugarcoat.&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, I didn't!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You retort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh~? Do tell!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah! Details, details!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon excitedly demands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like, where did he take you anyways?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The Dean's office.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour, Lemon, and Indigo shout together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How'd he pull that off?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo questions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon and Twilight are very close to Dean Cadence. It's how Anon gets away with skipping class so much.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny answers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maaan, wish I could get in on that. It's so cool how Anon plays hooky. You gotta admire that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon says wistfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff.</span><br />&quot;Hardly!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Never mind that, what did you tell him when you were alone?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour asks getting back on point.</span><br />&quot;I told him I wasn't his girlfriend, and that what he did wasn't fair.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And how did he react?&quot;</span><br />&quot;He agreed, and properly asked me out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls are on the edge of their seats.</span><br />&quot;He... he walked over to me and...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The more you have to describe the harder this is getting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down and fidget a bit.</span><br />&quot;And he held my hands.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eeeeeeee!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour, Lemon, and Indigo squeal together with their hands on their cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny seems pessimistic, cupping her chin in her palm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sugar, do you even like him?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm not exactly sure how I feel about him yet, but I want to give him a chance.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back up.</span><br />&quot;That's why I'm going to ask you girls to go easy on him and be nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start pointing out each of them.</span><br />&quot;Lemon, no stealing or trashing any of Anon's things!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aye, cap'n.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She salutes, then goes back to playing with the device she's suddenly holding.</span><br />&quot;What is that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon's Gameboy SP I took from his locker.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glare at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? I was gonna put it back later! ...Ooo! A Farfetch'd!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with her tongue sticking out as she rapidly presses buttons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head and move on.</span><br />&quot;Indigo, no beating up or even threatening him!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wasn't going to! ...Probably.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sour, no sending him creepy ransom notes or making human effigies!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But I'm almost done!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls out a disturbing looking letter and a little green doll from her pockets.</span><br />&quot;I said NO!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fiiinnneee.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She groans and pushes them off to the side.</span><br />&quot;And, Sunny, no psychological deconstruction!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're serious, aren't you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, if this is what you want, I'll respect it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm with you too, Sugar.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon says without looking up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like I said before, Anon is a good guy, and I know we can trust him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you guys are cool with him, I'm cool with him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo says casually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour crosses her arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I guess I don't have choice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grumbles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;Good. Thanks girls.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No prob, Sug. And don't forget that you can always come to us for advice with this whole dating thing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon offers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah! And I've got the best advice when it comes to boys! It's foolproof!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo gives you a thumbs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My advice is don't listen to a word Indigo says.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny warns deadpanned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not a one.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour adds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ditto.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon chimes in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo slams her fist on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey! That's not fair!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's three against one, Indigo.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny points out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lemon's playing Pokemon! She doesn't count! Right, Lemmy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lemon looks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh? Well, yeah, I did just catch a Ditto.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds up the gameboy's screen to show everyone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See! Lemon knows how great my relationships have been! She's on my side!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo boasts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Oh no, your dating advice sucks, Indy. Don't try to turn that shit around.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well screw you guys!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the girls continue to bicker, you look across the cafeteria and spot Anon sitting with another group.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He notices you staring at him, and he gives a small wave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave in reply, before you both turn your attention back to your own tables</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with a small smile, you finish the last bite of your lunch.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile, on the other side of the cafeteria...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting with some of your friends as you eat lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They've been asking you various questions about your new relationship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So the explanation is... you both just weren't ready for everyone to know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon sums up.</span><br />&quot;That's it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But why the need for a secret like that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trender asks.</span><br />&quot;She's been shy about it and wanted some time. If it wasn't for what happened this morning, it'd still be under wraps.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's one thing I still don't get.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet says.</span><br />&quot;What's that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you and Sugarcoat have been interested in each other, what was that whole thing on the bus about?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Of course you would remember that, since you got such a kick out of it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was funny! That monotone voice of hers really nailed it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet recounts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah! Everyone heard about that later and had a good laugh about it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trender Chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And since she's your girlfriend, that must mean she can be considered a trusted source on the size issue, eh, Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon jokes, sending the rest of the guys at your table into laughter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle along with them, since it is funny now with everything that's happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet catches his breath to push the question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But really, do you have a problem when it comes to satisfying girls? If so, it's okay. After all, it's not the size that matters, it's what you do with it, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all laugh again.</span><br />&quot;Look, guys, we haven't even gotten that far yet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugarcoat seems like the type of girl to get upset about a misunderstanding like that, so it's best to nip it right now.</span><br />&quot;It was just a lovers quarrel, that's all. You know, like how you and Upper Crust have every now and then, Jet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jab at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, I gotcha. Wish I didn't though, that girl can be a pain at times.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Speaking of Upper, where is she? I don't see her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trender asks looking around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Upper and her friends are trying to pass over an excuse to Dean Cadence for Suri.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet answers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;An excuse?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's been gone since she ran out of the school. Hasn't shown up to any classes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow, she's really taking what happened hard.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A little too hard I think.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon joins in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's weird how obsessed Suri became over Sugarcoat. Things never would have escalated the way they did if it wasn't for her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He notes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was curious about that myself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When I asked Upper if she knew why Suri was acting so strange, she simply brushed it off saying nothing was wrong. I've been with Upper long enough to know when she's lying.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet says readjusting his glasses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe she's just trying to call attention to herself? Obsessed girls are in fashion right now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trender grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No way, man! Those kinds of girls are the worst! Always better to steer clear of the crazies.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you make of all this, Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feign ignorance with a shrug.</span><br />&quot;Dunno, haven't really been paying attention to all that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think our boy's brain has been sugarcoated, fellas.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He needs to get his DICK sugarcoated and show that girl he isn't lacking!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon adds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table laughs again.</span><br />&quot;Ha ha, very funny.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Real talk, what do you see in Sugarcoat anyways? A lot of girls here at school like you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet rolls his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They're just falling for the 'rebel without a cause' act of him skipping and always wearing a varsity.&quot;</span><br />&quot;For the record, I'm not trying to be any sort of 'rebel,' act or not.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But it's a good act!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trender approves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bad boy rebels are always in style with girls!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The point is you have options, so why Sugarcoat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon questions.</span><br />&quot;How about you guys tell me WHY NOT Sugarcoat? I don't get why it's such a big deal for her to be going out with someone.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eeehhh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all groan in unison.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, we don't want you to think we're assholes, Anon. Especially about your girl.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;Don't worry, I already thought of you that way before any of this even started.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heeeey.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trender whines in a hurt tone with a frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon and Jet chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fair enough. Alright then, how do I put this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet thinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sugarcoat has gained a reputation of being... arrogant, standoffish, cold, blunt, very prude... and well...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A bitch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon finishes.</span><br />&quot;But isn't that like every other girl here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For the most part, yeah. But at least they're willing to put out! And they're more open to having fun. Sugarcoat's always been such a wet blanket.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's why most guys haven't had any interest in her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet adds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The few that did show interest figured out real quick to abandon ship.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And that brings us back to you. What do you see in her?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I just... think she's cute.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cute?! That's it?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon exclaims.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, don't knock the cute factor, man! Cute is HUGE in japan!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trender interjects.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Goddammit, Trender!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To be fair, that's more than anyone else has been able to get out of Sugarcoat. Maybe she's revealing herself to Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet suggests.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;More like, not revealing enough! Am I right, guys?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another one of the boys at your table, a freshman, shouts and holds out his hand waiting for a high five.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But everyone just stares at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon shakes his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude, we're past that. This is a serious discussion now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet glares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was in poor taste, my fellow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, shut up, freshman!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Someone else shouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shunned, the freshman slowly lowers his hand and slinks into his seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jet clears his throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In any case, if Anon can do what no one else has been able to, and that's getting Sugarcoat to warm up to him, then he'll be a hero.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shit, man, if you can get her to have some fun, you'll be a fucking legend. Just make sure you dip your stick into that pot of sugar this weekend, know what I'm sayin'?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shouts and puts his hand up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone at your table, and even those around it, immediately agree and high five him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jolly good!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aww yeah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Damn straight!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Woooo!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As everyone around you joins in, you look over to the freshman, who gives you an expression that says 'what the fuck?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you can do is shrug in response.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometime later, you walk into your first class of the afternoon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The good thing about this class is that it has stadium seating, with long, large one piece desks in each rising row.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was comfy, and made your preferred seating spot, the very back, even better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting at the back of classes gave you a small form of privacy, and you were much less likely to be called on by the teacher.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your backpack on, you climb the stairs all the way to the top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's only a few students sitting together on the right side of this last row, so you step to the left and sit in the very middle, claiming the entire side of the row for yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The teacher isn't here yet, so you might as well relax.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drop your backpack onto the floor, lay your head down into your arms on top of the wood desk, and close your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your vision switched off, the sounds of the classroom are heightened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear your fellow students settling into their seats.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The unpacking of their supplies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pencils being sharpened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Conversations with their friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You needed a moment to yourself where you can forget about your current problems.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it's always nice to rest for a bit after eating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you could, you'd fall asleep right here and now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you can do is enjoy this moment while it lasts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, you hear quiet footsteps make their way up to your row.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're getting closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's plenty of seats on the other side of the row.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The footsteps are still coming towards you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck off!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least sit at the edge of the row!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't need to come all the way over here!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't drop your backpack onto the floor!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't take hold of that seat!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't sit-!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They've sat down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, not just next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;CLOSE to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uncomfortably close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sugarcoat isn't in this class with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither is Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have NO friends in this class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So who the hell is this?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly lift your head and open your eyes to see none other than...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny Flare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Daintily waving her fingers at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the biggest smile she's ever given you.</span><br />&quot;Aw crap.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unconsciously say out loud as a reflex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you bury your head back into your arms and groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nice to see you too!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Annnnnd the moment is over.</span><br />&quot;Okay, how much do you and the girls hate me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You muffle into the desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We never hated you, Anon, we just didn't trust you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lift your head again.</span><br />&quot;Is that past tense I just heard?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cautiously yet optimistically ask.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sugar asked us to give you a chance, so that's what we'll do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That means you don't have to worry about these girls trying to sabotage you.</span><br />&quot;That's my girl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises her hand to point at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you do anything to hurt her, I promise you, there will be consequences.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She threatens with a serious expression and tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and let your eyes drift onto the giant classroom chalkboard.</span><br />&quot;I think I might've already failed on that front.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises an eyebrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not sure if you should tell her, but she is one of Sugar's best friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she'd be willing to help you come up with an idea out of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a quick run down of your situation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After listening closely she gives her first response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Don't you already have a solution to this?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What would that be?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight. She can easily help you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head.</span><br />&quot;She's working on an important project, she doesn't have time to help me study.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who said anything about studying? Just have her give you the answers.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She suggests much too casually.</span><br />&quot;She won't do that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why not?&quot;</span><br />&quot;That goes against her principals. She believes in learning, not handing the answers over.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuckin' nerd! The hell is wrong with her?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She curses as she drags her hand down her face in frustration and disgust.</span><br />&quot;Hey, I'd appreciate you not talking about her like that. She's my friend.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say sternly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Exactly!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She suddenly snaps at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're her friend! Probably her only friend! She should be willing to bend her precious beliefs to help you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a part of you that doesn't disagree with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the part that's felt the same way since Twilight explained why she couldn't help you this morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hesitate to reply, just to make sure you don't say something you'll regret.</span><br />&quot;...It's not her responsibility. She has her own problems to deal with.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, she REALLY has her priorities straight, doesn't she? That's a great friend you've got there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face and voice are dripping with disdain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never thought you'd ever see Sunny genuinely upset for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pinches the bridge of her nose before calming herself down with a sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is this even really that much of a problem? Don't you skip class and have makeup work all the time as part of your rebel act?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's not an act!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You retort with a sigh.</span><br />&quot;And, yeah I do, but I usually get it done over the weekend. I can get away with skipping a few classes-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks to Dean Cadence, right? You sure got it good with her, don't you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She interrupts with a smarmy look.</span><br />&quot;I won't deny that she helps me, but I'm not untouchable. If I walk into school on monday empty handed, that's when phone calls by teachers are made to my old man.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her demeanor becomes one of interest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your dad?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Normally he doesn't care about what I do and lets me go about my own business. But, he's worked hard to make sure I go to a prestigious school. So, whenever he hears that I've fallen behind on my studies?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a serious face to emphasize your point.</span><br />&quot;Let's just say it's not a fun time.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans onto the desk with both her elbows, and steeples her hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sounds like my father.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says while watching the other students vacantly.</span><br />&quot;Oh yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He doesn't care about what I do either, as long as appearances are kept up, success is met, and failure isn't even considered. Succeeding is the only thing he wants from me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's a heavy burden to put on you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...In his mind it's a fair one.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a moment of silence between you, until she takes a deep breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, Anon. I'll help you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You will? How?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll give you the answers to yesterday's homework, and all my notes on today's.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Seriously?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. However! ...You'll owe me a favor.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You narrow your eyes.</span><br />&quot;I don't like the sound of that. What kind of favor?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno. Could be anything, and I might call on it today, or decades from now. Who knows? But, you WILL be in debt to me, and I can guarantee you'll be held to it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You motion towards her with a face of disbelief, as if none of this was real.</span><br />&quot;What the fuck is this, The Godfather?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes herself comfortable by crossing her legs and leaning back into her chair with a cocky smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Joke all you want, this is a very generous offer.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I wouldn't call it 'generous.' You might want to work on your idea of that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really? I happen to consider generosity as one of my strong points.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says while admiring her perfectly manicured nails.</span><br />&quot;We'll have to disagree on that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say bitterly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Be that as it may, what's your answer to my proposal?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Having a vague debt to someone like Sunny is never a good thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you'd basically be getting a cheat sheet to this entire weekend from the second highest graded student in the school.</span><br />&quot;It's not like I have other options. Your offer isn't generous, but it's one I can't refuse.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both shake on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her handshake is firm and confident.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So is her smile to go along with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Smart choice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At that moment, the teacher enters the classroom and calls for order.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All at once, the casual atmosphere is replaced by a serious one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll talk about the details after this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny whispers to you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bell signaling the end of class rings, and you both pack your things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oddly, Sunny didn't move an inch away from you the whole time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's almost as if she liked being next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While everyone is filing out, she gets you to exchange numbers with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll text you after the last bell so we can meet up somewhere private. We can't exactly be seen doing this, after all.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stands up and slings her backpack on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;By the way.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places a hand on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says stone faced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up at her in shock, and she proceeds to walk away and start stepping down the stairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you stop her by calling out.</span><br />&quot;Wait!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks back at you.</span><br />&quot;How do you know-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's one of my dad's favorite movies. He quotes it all the time.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She explains.</span><br />&quot;...Sounds like my father.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles back, and continues on her way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After watching her leave the classroom, you look down at your phone's new contact and breathe a sigh of relief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Things are looking up again for this weekend.</span></div></div>




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