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// Chapter 1 
// Story: A Student & VP CAN Get Along 
// by TwiPON3 
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Friday 17 March 2017, Canterlot City High School Gymnasium




Tick... tick... tick...
The caged clock on the wall of the gym seemed to go on for hours, taunting 14:45. Everyone had joked about Seth DeMeats "pulling a Marty McFly" when he picked up his calculator watch from Walmart a year ago. Heck, even Coach Iron Will (and Ms Harshwihnny on one occasion) even found it amusing from time to time, despite the former pissing the latter by not being as involved in PE as the others.
"Ugh, c'me on," he said, a Northeast accent (with a hint of Russian, if you listened hard enough) marking the voice as his, "Work!"
He shook his arm and held the watch to his ear to listen for ticking. Obviously, there was none.
"Waiting for something, McFly?" the coach said, snapping the 17-year-old out of his trance.
"Woah, God!" the teenager said, quickly putting his phone in a tattered, 80s laptop bag and snapping around to see the coach, "Oh. Just you."
"Just Iron Will."
"Was... there something you wanted me to do?"
"Iron Will knows anxiety when he sees it. What's on your mind?"
"Oh, Greg's just going away for a couple of weeks, leaving at five. The house just hasn't been quiet in forever. I am getting 50 grand to try and blow."
"Pretty sweet deal."
"Yes. I just hope it's not too quiet," Seth replied as his phone started playing Chollima On The Wing from the worn bag, "Hold on, it's Sunset."
"How do you know?"
"She's the closest thing the school has to a true Qianlima," he swiped the green arrow under Sunset's picture, captioned with her name in his mess of Cyrillic, so it read Сунсет Схиммер as a result, "Hello, Chollima."
"Stop calling me that."
"A'ight. What's up?"
"I need you to root my phone."
"Bring it to the gym," he said taking a good-condition iPhone 5 out of his bag and turning it on to see if the battery still worked, "I'll loan you my shitPhone."
"How long will it take?"
"Be at my house at 4:30ish to pick it up."
"Why do you hate on iPhones so much if you own one?"
"I own one so I don't have to worry about it syncing with my actual stuff, and I hate them because they're impossible for me to code."
"Okay. See ya in a few, bye."
"You, too," he said, ending the call.
"Iron Will's gonna take a stab and say that-"
No sooner than he had put it back, Seth's phone began playing Beautiful Flowers In The Spring Garden.
"Fluttershy," Seth said, answering the call without even looking at the screen (which now showed a picture of her captioned Флуттерсхы), "Sorry."
"Hey-oh, Fluttershy."
"Hi, Seth. So, um, I was, um, thinking..."
"Yes...?"
"Would you like to have a pet while Greg is away?"
"No thanks."
"Okay. I guess that's alright."
The call disconnected due to the crappy signal his phone was getting.
"So, Iron Will, now that you mention it, has a bed at his house if you'd feel comfortable there."
"Oh, that's fine. I'll just be 'Boring Seth, trying not to electrocute himself with 120 volts', as usual. Just without a rocker upstairs."
"I understand," he said, getting up so he could call class to an end. Seth checked his watch, which now read 14:53.
"Now to start planning my fun," he said, trading the smartphone for a notebook which had stains from various drinks and where he had enjoyed the Canterlot Nightlife, "6:00 today to 2:30 Monday morning."




Friday 17 March 2017, Canterlot City High School, VP Luna's Office, 2:50p




As Luna got her office ready for the end of the day, she couldn't help but have this... feeling. She sure as hell couldn't tell Celestia, because then she'd "have a curfew". Probably sundown or something equally ridiculous. That's when the fun starts.
"No," she said, now pacing her now-shut-down office, "Tia wouldn't go and-"
"Tia wouldn't go and what?" a familiar voice came from the door. Luna snapped around, only to find her sister leaning against the doorframe, "What wouldn't I do?"
"Go multiplayer at a friend's house."
"You and your games," came the reply, Celestia shaking her head as she walked out, closing the door behind her.
Safe another day.