A security guard approaches you and demands that you leave the mall for the day due to “disturbing the peace.” At least he didn’t make you cleanup the mess that you caused. What’s worse than the bits of chicken and lettuce scattered around is the trail of tears Fluttershy left behind. Screw it, you’ll let the janitor worry about that. Besides, you have other things to worry about now. Your deal to Norman’s mother is in ruins, there’s a good chance that you won’t even go out with Norman for the rest of the school year. Actually, maybe for the rest of your high school life, since you didn’t exactly tell your mother about how the barn was handled. What worries you the most is what Rainbow Dash might see about you, now that you made one of her closest friends run off and crying. 
The only thing that does comfort you right now is hanging out with Norman. At least it’s good to see a friendly face. You’re going to make the use of this before arriving home later today, because who knows if you’ll ever see Norman again after today. And if your parents don’t rip you a new one, you’re most certain that Rainbow Dash will.
”This is getting out of control.” Norman states out the obvious to you, walking along the side of the pathway.
“I know, but something tells me that it’s going to be over soon.”
”How do you know that? You burned every bridge for the last week!”
“I still have you.”
”Yeah, about that…”
“No, don’t do this to me, man.”
”Dude, an entire week of girls tried to jump down in your slim pair of pants, and you rejected every single one of them for Dash!?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
”Maybe you’re right, I didn’t understood it back at the Boba Tea Lounge, and I sure as hell don’t understand it to this day.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.”
”What does that mean?” He irritatingly asked.
“Dash means something to me, not a surprise that you would stoop down to those sluts.” He stops walking. “What?”
”Not cool, man.”
“Come on, it’s just a joke.”
”Dude, they saved the school more times than I cared to count. Plus, those chicks were practically begging for you to take them.”
“And that doesn’t strike you that it might be a concern there?”
”Damn, I didn’t expect for you to be this picky.”
“And I didn’t expect for you to be this pathetic.” In plain view, you can see that he took your insult very close to heart.
”You know what? Good luck with getting Rainbow Dash, you’re really going to need it, now that you are on your own.” He flails his hand back at you and walks away.
“Fine! Not like you were that much of a help for the last few days!”
”Who else is going to listen about your bullshit? Your parents?! HA!”
“I don’t need you, or anyone to help me out!”
”We’ll see about that! You deserve everything that’s coming to you, and then some!”
“And a big FUCK YOU TOO THEN, ASSHOLE!” He walks away, without another word. When you look to your left, you see an elderly old woman sitting on a bench with a bag of popcorn, staring at you.
”I’ll listen, if you want.” You waive at her and apologize for being so rude.
”Possibly another day, ma’am. Enjoy your bird watching.” And with that, you leave the park.
You toss in your history book and look around for your math book. After checking that it isn’t noticeable in the surface, you dig in and search for it. It hasn’t been the same since last night. Scratch that; nothing has been the same ever since you wore those skinny jeans from last week. You lost your best friend, the most popular girls in the school without a doubt hate you, and your parents will scorn you for not just your high school life, but until the day that you die. They were displeased with your actions and behavior for the last few days.
Destroying someone else's property a few times, irrational drama being tossed around, you being marinated in alcohol. It was more than enough for them to lecture you for a good hour, along with the confiscation of your phone, TV, video games, internet, even hanging out with Norman. You told them about what happened between you and Norman and they were stunned for a moment, but didn’t buy it for a moment until they called Norman’s mother to confirm that you two weren’t hanging out anymore. Your parents laid back on going out, even though Norman was your close and only friend to hang out with. Looks like you’ll be sipping a nice milkshake alone for a long time.
You finally manage to find your math book and pull yourself out of your locker. Just as you stand up, someone slams it shut in the sidelines.
”So, you like making people cry, huh?” Rainbow Dash walks in front of you with her arms crossed and a look that reads ‘You’re dead’
"What makes you think that you could make my best friend cry and you could just get away with it?" Being so upset that you have to deal with this now, you sigh out of disbelief.
“Look, Dash--”
”No, YOU listen here; when you start to pick on my friends, I come in and talk some sense into you.” She slams her fist on the locker. “And by talk, I mean a beat down from me.”
“Dash--”
”I’m not done here.” She cuts you off again. “If you try to talk to Fluttershy again, or even just look at her, I will gut you like a stuck pig.”
“I didn’t--”
”What? Mean to be a total tool? Be a moron and snap at the nicest people in school?” You start to ball your fist. No, not now. Not with her.
“You just don’t get it.”
”I think I do. As if I would take anything else that would be true from the likes of you.”
“And what did I do, huh?!”
”A number of things for the last week; destroyed Pinkie Pie’s boombox, being a thankless jerk with Rarity, screwing up Applejack’s farm. You know, that’s more than enough reasons to hate you, you know.” So, not only did her friends give her the watered down version, but now she admits her distaste for you? Alright then, you may as well let out all of the cards on the table. You don’t even care if it’s in the middle of school time, not like anything matters to you as of this moment.
“And I can’t believe I had a crush on you for months!” She raises an eyebrow.
”Wait, what?”
“That’s right. I went to all of your games and cheered for you like a madman, I love your rough, snarky attitude and your long, Rainbow hair flowing as you run around the field.” You start to pour out everything, lost from all the adrenaline and speeding thoughts that are whizzing by you. “And, the way how you punt that soccer ball every time you get close enough to the goal post. And I’m sure that no one mentioned it, but I will; I love it how your voice cracks every once in awhile!” She just stands there, wide eyed and embarrassed from listening on what you had.
”Y-you actually like my voice when it cracks?” She mumbles out.
”Ahem!” You turn to the side and see Principal Celestia calling for your attention. ”If there’s a problem, the two of you could continue this in my office.” She suggests.
”No, there’s no problem here, right?” Rainbow Dash answers. You dot your eyes between the two, unsure on passing it by, or taking it any further.
”So, Mr. Mous? What do you have to say?” The principal demands for your input. Rainbow Dash did back down, right before the principal jumped in. Maybe now she sees more than what's on the surface.
“We’re fine.”
”Okay then. But, if I see this again, you two will have to serve detention.” She threatens you before walking away. The students slowly go back to doing their daily routine before heading back to class, leaving you and Dash out in the hallway.
”I never had someone that would…” She stops herself, thinking over her next move. “Can we finish this up later, I need to head for class because my parents need me to get my attendance up.”
“Sure, where?”
”You know where.” She says with a smirk.
It’s 3:40 and you’re sitting on the field near the school. You have been waiting on the soccer pitch for the last half hour, still expecting Rainbow Dash to show up. Maybe she bailed and thought that what you said back in the hallway was nothing but shit. You look at the empty parking lot, then at the cars passing by the school. Maybe she bailed?
”Yo!” You turn around and see Rainbow waiving at you. What trails right behind Dash is her friends, all awkwardly trying to look away from your general direction. You approach them with caution, wondering why they are here. ”I know, you’re wondering why they are here. It’s because they have something to say to you.” She moves aside and watches them try to make eye contact with you.
”I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.” Rarity apologizes with discomfort.
”And I’m sorry for getting touchy with you.” Pinkie chimes in.
”And I’m sorry for treating you like cattle.” Applejack throws out her countryism. Fluttershy stares at the ground, but forces herself to look up.
”And… I’m sorry for--”
“I’m the one who should be apologizing.” All of them look at you in shock. “I’m sorry for the way that I acted with each of you. Being a dick that didn’t properly thank you, smashing your window, driving a wedge in your family, and most of all, making you cry back in the mall.” None of them know what to say, so you break the ice with them. “Everyone’s at fault here.”
”Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Rainbow Dash declares for her friends. “I swear, they way that they acted, and the way that you acted is just weird. All because of a pair of jeans?”
”But you need to see him wear them!” Pinkie defends her irrational behavior.
”It’s just divine to view him model such a pair of fabric.” Rarity goes on.
”It is a sight to see, Dash.” Applejack follows along. Fluttershy mumbles something while hiding behind her hair.
”What was that, Fluttershy?” Rarity asks from the other side of the group.
”I...” The rest was barely audible.
”Louder, sugarcube.”
”I wanted to…” The rest was still mumbled to a point that it was
”Out with it, Shy!” Rainbow impatiently demands her to properly say it.
”Iwantedtofeelit!” She hesitantly speaks out. She tries to cover her face when everyone begins to stare at her in shock.
”Wh-wait a minute; what did you guys truly mean about Anon back in the group chat?” Rainbow jarring asks her friends.
”Well, the things is that… how can we put it delicately?” Rarity twiddles her index fingers while thinking about the issue.
”That fella has a nice rattlesnake inside his britches!” Applejack answers without a problem. Now everyone is focusing on her instead of Fluttershy. ”What? It’s the truth!” She angrily stands her ground.
”Okay, this has been the issue for the last week?”
”Yes!” The four girls unanimously answer Rainbow Dash.
“So, you girls came out here to apologize?”
”And to tell Rainbow the truth.” Rarity adds in.
”It was more than an apology.” Pinkie Pie continues on why she’s here. “We just so happen to hear about some kind of an outburst between you and Dash, and we couldn’t let you guys fight over our mistakes!”
”It was, at first.” Rainbow Dash turns around to look at you. “Turns out that lover boy here likes me.” You can almost hear four hearts simultaneously break when they hear about the news.
”Y… you like--”
”Rainbow Dash!?” Rarity furiously cuts off Fluttershy’s bewilderment. “WHY!?”
”Hold on, maybe this devil with a pipe cleaner might have an answer.”
”He likes a lot of things about me that people don’t like.” She smiles and blushes before turning back around to see her friends. Many of them quickly stop their disappointment/disbelief and are stunned to witness Rainbow’s different appearance. 
”I suppose… whatever Anon does see is true.” Rarity reluctantly gives up on the whole subject.
”Well I’ll be.” AJ mutters out.
”Dashie and Nonny sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i…” As Pinkie teases you and Rainbow, you look over to see Fluttershy trying to hide her tears away. It barely moves you, even though your suspicions on her certainly weren’t wrong back at the mall. Still, it does eat a part of you on how you made her cry twice. No matter, she’ll get over it. At least, you hope that she does. What grounds you is when Rainbow smacks Pinkie on the shoulder and tries to put on a serious face while doing so. ”What?! I like the idea of planning your wedding!” She cheerfully shouts out before getting another, much more harder smack. “Ow!” Fluttershy winces in the corner of your eye, still hiding behind her friends.
”I still can’t get over this.” Dash brings out the old topic that should’ve been left dead. “Pants?! I need to see this.”
“Not in a million years.”
”Come on, not even for me?” She teases while her friends watch out of amusement.
“You’re really eager about this, aren't you?”
”Hmm, tell you what--” She bends down to take out a soccer ball from her backpack. “Best two out of three wins.”
“What do I get if I win?” You cross your arms, getting suspicious over her argument.
”We go out on a date. Time and place is all your choice.” She holds the soccer ball in an intimidating manner. “If I win, you show off those pair of jeans my friends keep on bragging about.” It’s a tough pill to swallow, but if you want to take a chance with Dash, than this is it. ”So?” She holds the soccer ball in her left arm, extending out her right arm to demand a handshake. You grab it and give it a shake.
“Deal.”
You bend down, gasping for air after 7 minutes of extreme exercise. So far, it’s 2-1. Dash just scored after taking the ball right under your nose. You thought that you had it, that score would have been yours if you didn’t look to the side to see the girls. And before that, she played you like a damn fiddle by running around you and passing the ball to where she would be. The least that you could say is that you fell down after being so dizzy from the constant spinning.
”Still think you can score one more before I wrap this up?” She mocks the point that you earned at the beginning of this match.
You just know that she let you off easy when this all started. That certainly will not stop you from taking her blue ass out for dinner and a movie.
”Come on!” She kicks the ball over to you. “Let’s go!” You tap the ball a bit before giving it a few kicks while running with it. Dash starts to run along by your side, ready to sweep it under your feet. You decided to play dirty and slide the ball right towards her foot.
”Wha--!?” She exclaims as she slips on it, kicking it off to the side. You watch as she falls down, stunned on the fact that you tricked her. Once you realized that you have an open window, you use the opportunity to run down the field and score your second goal.
”That was some snakish work there.” Rainbow Dash angrily calls out your tactic as she approaches you. “But I’ll admit, not bad at all.” She brushes off the grass clippings off of her shirt. 
”Alright, two-two!” She calls out to her friends. You head over to your goal and wait for the impending charge that Rainbow Dash’s bound to do. As you’d expect, she’s going full throttle down the grass, darting for you. You prepare for her inevitable kick to end it all. Without a moment to waste, she does so. Although, this looks a bit different. As the ball flies in the air, it doesn't seem to be heading for the goal. In fact, it looks like it’s heading towards YOU!
Before you could do anything, you fall back from the ball smacking you in the chest, leaving you in a good amount of pain to crawl into a fetal position. You groan and try to look up to see the girls looking in shock and awe, most of them covering their mouths. You see the soccer ball roll past you, along with a familiar shoe that’s kicking away.
”Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” She nonchalantly comments when giving the ball a good kick over to the goal, finally declaring her third and final point. ”Just don’t lay on it for a while.” You get out of your comfort zone and just lie down on the field, looking at the sky.
”Good game. Even though it wasn’t much until the end there.” Rainbow Dash says with a smile while carrying the ball in her hands. The rest of her friends crowd around you, looking down to see if you were fine. ”Welp, you know what this means, right?” Rainbow flaunts her reward around.
“I wear those fucking awful jeans and I lost my chance to go out with you.”
”Woah, woah. Who said that you don’t get a chance to go out with the Dash?” She continues to show off not only how cool that she is, but also shows off that beautiful smile you adore while she reaches down to pull you back up.
“But, I lost.”
”Dude, I said if you win, YOU get to choose where we go.” You grab her hand, allowing her to pull you back up. “Hope you like pizza and games.” Her friends watch in the background, emitting mixed feelings about the whole scene. Some happy, others still upset over the entire debacle.
“I love it.” With her hand still grabbing yours, she pulls you away and guides you off the field.