The first bell rang and Spike walked out to class. Sweetie had an arm around his waist and they were doing a sort of sideways hug walk thing he had seen people do in the movies and once or twice in real life. He couldn't understand why they did it, his arms were tired and he was afraid that he might have been sweating on her a bit. Sweetie did not seem to mind it though so he went along.
"I've got to go, first period." She said before untangling herself and walking away. Spike turned and started on his own path. He had not done the homework, been too caught up with applying stinging antibiotics and makeup that felt like pancake batter to care about reading a book written by a guy a billion years ago. He would probably coast through that class, the one that he was really dreading was gym.
Rainbow Dash would instantly know that something was up if he went too slow. He could just imagine how much pain he was going to be in by the end of the day. His muscles clenched up in anticipation to the ripping and burning sensation that would soon come around.
And Rainbow Dash would be nothing compared to the ferocity that was a competitive Scootaloo, the girl would break him apart if she thought he was holding back on her. Better to get injured working out than to hold anything back.
He turned the corner to the hallway to his next class when he saw her. She was a solid head taller than anyone else in the hallway. She was standing by the window so all of her features were lit up. Her eyes seemed to focus in on him, laser's digging into his skin and slowly taking him apart. He was a frog underneath a sharp knife, slowly but steadily being sliced and labeled. Her thick hands clenched and unclenched, the tattoos and gems that had been painfully imbedded into them flashed.
He had seen those hands rip a groundhog apart, the entire time it had screamed. He didn't even know that animals besides humans could scream. Her sharpened nails had gouged out it's eyes.
Crackles poorly lipsticked mouth parted and she panted at him. Her crooked teeth sharp and glazed with a thin layer of spittle. She snapped them together, she would use them, he could just tell. When they finally came to destroy him she would use those teeth to make him scream long and loud.
Spike slowly began to walk backwards, never taking his eyes off of her.
'Why doesn't anyone notice?' He wanted to shout and point her out, to accuse her and then run. The teachers would tackle her, she would struggle and the police would come. She would talk and he would talk and they would be put back in prison where they belonged and he would be safe and he could go back to his home and live a normal life-
-but she would bolt at the first signal that he was even thinking that. She would jump out the window, if they caught her she would break their spines. Even Bulk Biceps spine. She would escape and they would be even more angry. And then they would hurt him even worse. Or something totally unthinkable. Hurt someone else.
He slipped quietly around the corner, he was going to run and he was going to escape and then they would not catch him in the school at least. He turned around and jumped.
Only to crash directly into a purple and red smear. The three of them fell to the ground with cries of pain and surprise. Twilight pulled her arm out from under Sunset Shimmer and the redheaded girl sat up with a wide look of surprise.
"Whoa! What's your hurry kid?" The older teen asked him.
"Sorry!" Spike said quickly standing up and helping the two of them to their feet. "I was just in a hurry to get to class."
"Your class is in the opposite direction." Twilight pointed out. Spike's eyes darted from side to side he opened his mouth to speak, his head poking around the corner.
She was gone, a window was open and she had disappeared. He never knew how a girl her size could do that, especially with the little groans and moans she would give out at random moments.
"So it is." Spike said attempting to move the conversation along. "I guess that I should probably go to it then." He slowly turned and smiled sheepishly at the two of them, waiting for them to leave.
"Well hurry up! You don't want to miss the next bell." Twilight urged the boy. Spike's heart sunk, he would not be able to escape at this time. He would need to power through the rest of the day. He turned and walked away.
At least he still had his date with Sweetie Belle that night, she had wanted to wait until the weekend, but he had pushed and insisted that it be sooner. He didn't know whether or not he would make it that long.
"Did something seem off with Spike to you?" Twilight asked Sunset, the redhead nodded. Her face set yet inquisitive, she always appreciated a good mystery.
"Was he wearing makeup?"
"It looked that way to me, also the day before too."
"Why would he wear makeup?"
"Maybe it brushed off from someone?" Twilight ventured to guess, Sunset pondered this for a moment, cupping her chin in thought.
"But the only one that he would be close enough to for it to wipe off is from Sweetie Belle."
"Oh some on, they aren't that close...are they?" Twilight asked suddenly horrified, suddenly worried, a maternal instinct kicking in and her natural anxious mind jumped to a million paranoid ideas.