I was still trying to understand why Blueblood was acting so bizarrely when the Shadowbolts were called to meet with Principal Cinch before the start of the second event. She was truly pissed off at this point, like really, really pissed. At this point, we only had Twilight, Lemon, Sunny, Sugarcoat, Sour, and Indigo still in the games.
For Canterlot High, they had the monstrous Cato, and girls named Sunset Shimmer, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, and Fluttershy. Cato, by now, had been recognized by other students at Crystal Prep as a very tough opponent to beat. While Blueblood and his gang, true to his word, acted like Cato and his intimidating friends didn’t exist, the rest of the students not on the Shadowbolts had mixed responses. The Soccer and Track Team just watched him carefully, as if studying him. The rest of the girls’ teams either paid him no attention or just acted like fangirls. As for the guys, while some were scared and intimidated, most of the rest were either envious, in denial, or just plain jealous. All told, like I said before, it didn’t bode well for the future.
Cinch was practically screaming the remaining Shadowbolts down, throwing insults and profanity everywhere. That woman was off her rocker, totally. It was insane.
“We have, and always will be, the only ones that win these Friendship Games! Canterlot High has always been the inferior piece of shit with low quality competitors and that hasn’t changed!”
So it isn’t just Blueblood and his gang. It’s Cinch, as well. Fuck, I thought to myself. This was not a good state of affairs, really not good. It was then I noticed something about Cato. He seemed more pissed now, like he had taken a boatload of anger steroids. He was staring directly at us, and his face looked like it was out for more curb-stomping. Somehow, between the first and second event, we had made Cato mad.
Meanwhile, Cinch continued her hate and denial-filled rant. Other students looked at her, either appalled, shocked, indifferent, or worst case, approving of it. Like, there was nothing good about this. In a competitive environment like Crystal Prep who works together as a team for these things, adults are supposed to help us grow and cheer us on, not berate us.
Nothing was really making any sense right now. Like, nothing really was. All my mind was telling me was that this isn’t right. I wanted to do something, but Cinch was way too intimidating for me to do anything. So I just stood there, and felt guilty afterwards as the games continued on.