December 12
I can't stand the fact that she likes him. It's been like, a WEEK since I've talked to him, and I have a feeling he's starting to like her back. I only have the one period with him. ONE! Also, it only goes on for fifty minutes. Babs has two really long classes with him, and in one she sits RIGHT NEXT TO HIM! She keeps talking about things he likes, things he never bothered to tell me. She even said he offered to lend her his jacket during a fire drill! I try to ignore it. Brush it aside like it's nothing, and that she's just lying to make me give up hope. Maybe I have.
I paced in my room, thinking about Pop Rock. I haven't had a crush since second grade, and Babs had to go and ruin it. She kept asking me if I was mad at her, and I always said no. The truth is, I'm TICKED. Usually she changes crushes within a couple days, but I have a feeling she's sticking with him.
Tears were forming around the corners of my eyes. I quickly wiped them away and slumped onto my bed with a sigh. I stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows of swaying trees dance across it's surface. I hope he still remembers me...
I sat on the cold, fake leather seats of the bus. I wrung out my mane, which was now soaked along with the rest of my body. With a groan, I turned over and looked out the window. Stupid rain. I had to wait outside in a raging storm, without an umbrella. Of course Diamond Tiara had one. She was prepared for almost everything. So when I plopped down in my spot at the front, she casually folded up hers and flicked her tail, which was dry as a bone. She smirked at me and trotted to the back of the bus.
It was still pouring when the bus arrived at our school, meaning I had to get wet again. The vehicle squealed to a stop, throwing me out of my seat and into the aisle. Several snickers floated throughout the bus as I wearily got to my hooves. Mrs. Shoemaker opened the doors and told everyone to get out, looking back at us. I had to dive onto an empty bench to avoid getting trampled. I cursed under my breath as somepony stepped on my tail. Grumbling, I grabbed my saddlebag and stepped off the bus, into the downpour.
My mane was soaked, but I didn't really care. I saw Babs walking with him under an umbrella. HIS umbrella. Babs almost always walks with me, but as I watched them talking and laughing I felt like I didn't exist. I shook my head and kept going, trying to ignore the fact that I felt like crying. I pushed the two front doors open and stepped inside the building, shivering as a wave of AC covered my soaked fur. I glanced to my left, and saw two other ponies I knew quite well enter the school.
Pop Rock closed his umbrella, spraying droplets on Babs Seed. She squealed and shoved him with a laugh.
"Hey, stop that!" she giggled, brushing the rain out of her mane. "I don't want to get wet!" I hung my head and sighed, ears down. I slowly sulked towards them, hoping I could get by without them noticing. Averting my eyes, I tried to hide my face with my hair.
"Oh hi, Honey Dill!" I cringed. Busted. Babs trotted over to me and gave me a squeeze. My eyes bugged out their sockets due to the pressure of the hug. I wiggled free and started to continue on my way with a grunt.
"Hi." I greeted dully, not wanting Pop Rock to see me like this. Unfortunately, he noticed all the same.
"Hey Honey Dill, you okay?" he asked, voice full of concern. I looked over my shoulder and mustered up a fake smile.
"Oh, yeah I'm fine." I kept on walking, feeling their eyes boring into the back of my head. It didn't feel good, having someone stare at you like that. I quickened my pace. I knew they weren't following me, I just wanted to get away from the hurt gaze I felt digging into me.
History was a breeze. Although it was first period and I was super tired, I guess the subject just came easy to me because I got like, every question right on the latest quiz. I neatly packed the paper into my binder and waited for the bell to ring. I sat next Star Dreams, who wasn't really a long term friend, more like those one-class pals you sit next to. Like Pop Rock, only I tried to talk to him as often as possible. Star Dreams was a purple unicorn, who was REALLY good at remembering things. She memorized all of the major AND minor dates in the Equestrian History. I guess that's why she's in Honors with me.
"Hey Dill," she prodded my shoulder with a levitated pencil. "Is the worksheet that was assigned due next Tuesday, or Friday?" I opened my agenda.
"Tuesday." I grumbled and closed the small calendar. Star Dreams frowned and raised an eyebrow.
"Is, something wrong?" she asked, worried. I gave a reassuring smile. Do I have to keep faking this mood?
"No no no, everything's fine," I informed her. "I'm just a little tired." Star Dreams shrugged and started to pack her things.
Finally, the bell rang and we were dismissed. I hauled my things onto my back, careful to keep them balanced. I trotted into the hallway and made my way through the crowd, heading for the locker bay. The mass of ponies dissipated as they spread out into the larger area, and I continued towards my locker.
A loud slam echoed through the small room as I dropped my stuff onto my desk, startling Sweetie Belle. She jumped and fumbled with her book.
"Whoa, someone's upset," she looked me over, wide-eyed. "What happened?" Oh god, this again? I groaned.
"Nothing! I'm perfectly fine!" I didn't mean to raise my voice, it just happened. Sweetie looked extremely hurt, which made me feel awful. She does this, "face" when she's sad, and it makes her look like a puppy that just watched it's mother get eaten. I sighed and gave her a hug.
"I'm sorry, I just don't want to talk about it right now." I murmured. She nodded slightly and separated my arms from her sides. I still felt bad about snapping at her, but I couldn't talk to her anymore as Miss. Sparkle just entered to classroom followed by Pop Rock. I smiled and waved at him. He cast me a glance and a small wave in return, before sitting down and acting like nothing happened. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. Is-is he, mad at me?
"Alright, welcome students," she didn't sound very enthusiastic, then again when did she?
"Get out your homework from last night. We're going to review it." The students that filled the classroom all got out the worksheet that was due and a correcting pen. They directed their attention to the chalkboard and started to check their work, each one focused and content. All except for one, who sat in her chair and stared at the colt she loved, crushed and broken-hearted...