“What ‘bout Apple Danish?” I love Wednesdays. We get first period off for chapel, but if you’re sneaky as fuck you can totally hide away in the bathroom for that whole hour. No teacher bother’s to check since their all in Mother Celestia’s ass. And God says—eat your apples and don’t do crack. “Apple Tree?”
“Why’s it gotta be apple anything?” I decided to wrap my remaining hair in colorful elastic bands to mourn the rainbow that was slaughtered this morning. They wrap from the root all the way to the tip like a beaded curtain. I think it adds uniqueness to my already awesome appearance.
Applejack is in the farthest stall from the door. I can hear her stream devolve into a tinkle, before it goes silent and I assume she wipes. She flushes before she answers me. “Family tradition. I told ya this before.” Her blonde hair is in a neat Prench braid, and I swear I don’t know how she does it. So orderly and for what? We’re in a fucking charter school which is technically a public school that can get away with teaching the Bible. I used to go to an actual private school that costs, like, 15k a year, but since I was athletically gifted I got in for zero dollars and zero cents. “Apple Crumble, Apple Pie, Apple Peach Pear Orange ‘r another…”
“I like that last one.” Her braid is just bopping around like it’s got a mind of its own. I told her it makes her look so fucking plain, but apparently that’s what her grandmother wants. She comes out of the stall doing up her jean shorts. It has a hard time with the added weight so she doesn’t even bother to zip up her fly, instead letting her long t-shirt hide it. “You could go with Fruit Salad.”
AJ ignores my comment. “What happened to your hair?”
I had to wear a beanie to school half because Windy made me, and half because I wouldn’t be allowed inside if Mother Celestia saw I was rocking the baby-ass look. She already doesn’t like me. “What? You don’t like my side rat tail?” I twirl my head around to make my few remaining strands whip. I swear I’m like a cool ass scorpion right now.
Applejack turns on the faucet. “I ain’t gonna lie to ya, RD. It looks pretty fricking stupid.”
I smirk at her as I bite my nails. There’s a piece of skin that’s just under the corner of the bed. It’s like this stubborn painful shitty ass thorn that refuses to let go. I’ve been trying to rip it out since last night, but all I’m doing is forcing more spit in my fingers.
“Good. I like fricking stupid.” I’m scrolling through AJ’s phone since Bow stole mine. I don’t use social media anyway, it’s fucking stupid, I just use it to talk to her brother without my parents knowing. “What about Apple Bloom?” I say. It’s not my idea, Mac literally texted it right now after I told him about the dumb apple names. He doesn’t even have an apple name. The fuck kinda apple is a big macintosh?
“Apple Bloom…” AJ repeats it. She rubs her belly which is something I could never do. I fucking hate looking at mine let alone thinking about names. “Imma ask Granny ‘bout it but I like it a lot.” She comes closer to peek over my shoulders to see what I’m writing. I don’t let her see that Mac gave me the name. I definitely don’t let her see our very private conversation. “You gonna come over tonight?” She asks me.
“Only if I can get a ride and if Bow and Windy don’t find out.” Mac asks if I can come over too. Probably not, my parents are fucking helicopters, I swear to God. If they just disappeared out of my life this wouldn’t be a problem. Mac’s like one of the coolest dudes in this fuck town, plus his truck has godly rims, and he likes me out of like dozens of hotter chicks—not that I’m not totally a number one baddie. But, like, he’s something out of a teen movie. I mean he’s that hot. I’m sure if Mother Celestia actually paid attention whenever he rolled up she’d cream her granny panties, I mean that hot.
“You in trouble or something? Can’t you tell them you’re gonna study, I mean it ain’t lying if we actually are gonna study.”
I kinda give her a side glance in surprise. AJ suggesting I tell a half fib? Totally unheard of. “I don’t know.” I continue texting. Neither one of us say anything for a while, and that’s only because I’m talking to Mac. and she’s reading what I’m writing. He mentions a scary movie, and hell yeah I’m down for that. If only I could go.
“What you gonna name your baby?” AJ asks when the bell for second period rings. I don’t respond because I don’t know.