Okay, let me do a little explaining on this one. You are a tall, skinny, pale 17 year old in tenth grade. This story revolves around your relationship with Rebecca "Dash" Dashiell, your friend since third grade. You don't do much after school except attend Dash's tournaments; she is a track runner. You and your six friends (Dash, Tamara "Twilight" Sparks, A.J. Hill, Clementine "Shy" White, Rachel "Rare" Diamond, and Rose "Pinkie" High) always sit at the same table every day. You all live alone (where are the parents in this show?). You all aren't very popular, besides Rare. When you see a _, a character is saying your name. Everyone has gotten a realistic look for a realistic story, therefore no pink hair, no wings, etc. I'm taking That Gamer's advice and changing the names to human names. Thanks That Gamer. This is my first time writing from a guy's perspective, so please bear with me. I think the names are easy enough to figure out.

This story begins at lunch time, Wednesday April 14th. The time is 11:50 a.m. You and Dash weren't hungry, so you decided to walk around the jogging track.

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Chapter 1: Equestria High

"At least we're not going to Crystal High. I hear their principal's a real jerk," Dash says, shrugging her shoulders. You look over at the girl next to you. You always though how funny it was that you were a few inches taller than her, yet she was so much stronger. Her skin was perfectly tanned. Her hair was black with some rainbow streaks in it. Every day she would either wear a tank top or a sweatshirt. Today she was wearing a light blue sweatshirt with the hood draped lazily over her head. She was wearing skinny jeans with plenty of rips and holes in them. She looks at you with her deep wine colored eyes, waiting for you to respond. You pause a moment, taking in your surroundings. The hills in the distance are covered in a thick layer of mist and the air is wet. Lots of dew covered the grass, which had dirtied your shoes when you walked outside.

"I know, right? Didn't Twilight's brother go there?" you ask her casually. You know the answer, but ask anyway. She looks straight forward.

"Senior year, yeah. That was a few years ago," she says, still looking forward. A quick thought flashes through your mind. You notice she has a faint smirk on her face as she looks toward principal Chell. She was obviously up to something again. You remember all the times she'd flashed you her signature nervous smile whenever she would walk out of the principal's office to meet your scowl. You'd been trying to be a good influence on her and it was actually starting to show, and that thought made you grin a bit.

She blushes just a bit as she notices you staring at her and grinning like an idiot. Though, her smile seems to widen a tad. Your eyes widen slightly and you look away, focusing on the red jogging track. You hear her let out a long sigh. "Ahem… Er… I can't wait till Friday."

"Why's that?" you ask her, wanting to move on from the awkward silence. Her tone of voice meant she too wanted to break the ice.

"Collision 3's coming out. They recasted the chick, thank god," she says, folding her arms. You can remember seeing an ad for the final installment of the famous robot movie trilogy, though you don't watch too much TV.

"Dude, that movie looks bitchin'. Isn't this one directed by Del Toro?"

"Yeah! I saw the sneak peek yesterday. There are like… a million new suits now!" You can remember that the 'suits' are the warrior robots- the heroes. There were only two in the previous movies.

"Seriously? Sweet!" You take your hand out of your gray hoodie pocket and itch your nose. Your watch reads 11:52 a.m. Lunch is ending soon. Dash opens her mouth, but you can't stop your words.

"So, Friday, did you maybe wanna-?"

"Hey, lunch is over in like two seconds, you wanna head in?" She looks at you and sighs and nods. You walk over to the metal fence and open the small gate that leads to the track. She walks beside you as you step onto the sidewalk. Silence takes over the two of you as you let out a sigh. A sudden pain and slight loss of air enter your head as you realize Dash has just backhanded your stomach.

With an audible "You're it!" she takes off toward the school. You shake your head run toward her. Your hand comes within a few centimeters of her as she suddenly stops, sending you into the green door. "Gotta keep up next time," she says, not a breath lost.

You put your hands on your knees and bend over, huffing and puffing as if your life depended on it. You weren't over or underweight, but you didn't have any real muscles. Frail would be the correct term- a string bean. It's quite embarrassing to look up at the smiling Dash as you breathe in and out with effort. She pats your back and you both walk in. The silence is lost as the lunch room echoes with noise. Hundreds of conversations fill your ears. You walk toward your table in the corner. Your other five friends are already sitting there in their normal spots. 'Twilight' Sparks, 'the nerd,' is sitting closest to the door, 'Rare' Diamond, 'the diva,' is sitting near the window, 'Shy' White, 'the shy one,' is sitting in the corner pressed against the wall, 'Pinkie' High, 'the partyer,' is sitting next to Rare, and A.J. Hill, 'the cowgirl,' is sitting between Twilight and Pinkie. Dash sits down in her usual spot next to Twilight. You sit between Dash and Shy. You look over to your brown-haired friend in the yellow hoodie.

"Hey, Shy," you say to her, a cheeriness in your voice.

"Oh… H- Hey, _. How are you today?" she asks in her usual quiet voice. Her voice could fool anyone into thinking she was scared or nervous, but you knew better that she was in a rather good mood. You'd known her since 6th grade when you all moved to the high school.

In the back of your head you can hear the others talking about the upcoming prom, but you couldn't care less. "I'm fine. You?" She ducks her head a little.

"Oh, I'm okay," she says, looking away a bit. A small sigh escapes your lips when you remember that there was no making Shy more confident. No matter what, she'd always be this way. It wasn't a good thought at all, especially since you'd gone out of your way to help her. You even managed to intimidate one of the school bullies from teasing her. But hope was diminishing.

The bell rings and you stand up. Your hands find warmth in your pockets as you start to walk to study hall. The only one of your friends in that class was Twilight. A small pat is felt on your left shoulder. "Yo. Er… _ is it?"

You turn around to see Sylvia 'Spitfire' Thorne. She was arguably THE most popular girl in school. What reason could she have for talking to you besides…? You brace yourself for the oncoming volley of mocking words and comments.

"You wanna go to the dance next Saturday?" The question leaves you dazed a bit. Is the most adored athlete in the entire school asking you- a skinny, pale nerd- out?

"Uh…"

"I mean… you don't have to. I just figured you might wanna hang out sometime," she says, looking away for a bit.

"Erm… S- Sure," you say, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.

"Cool. Me, you, Collision 3 on Friday. Sound good?"

"Uh, yeah. Cool."

"Pick me up after school on Friday. See ya in science." And with that she walks away. A confused expression remains on your face and 'Wait… what?' flashes through your mind a hundred times over. A snicker is heard from beside you. You look over and see Rare.

"What's so funny?"

"That was the most straight forward first step I've ever seen," she says through chuckles, "It's about time you started seeing women."

"What are you implying?!"

Her eyes widen for a bit. "Oh! Not that! I meant… seeing someone!"

A small sigh escapes your mouth as you turn away. It starts to sink in. You're going to a movie with the biggest catch in the school. A bounce forms in your step. A small spreads across your face and you proceed to skip to study hall.

Meanwhile, you can see Dash pull her hood up again and duck out of the corner of your eye.