I couldn’t help it. I knew what I did was wrong. I just couldn’t stop myself. She had always looked down on me. She never noticed me unless it benefited her, whether it be me doing something for her she found beneath her ‘holiness’ or her making fun of me to make herself feel better. I always helped. Don’t know why... well, I did. She was the most beautiful mare I had ever seen and I would do anything for her, but she didn’t feel the same. I don’t think she liked mares... oh well. This isn’t about that. This is about something I shouldn’t have done... I think.
Well, I was on my way home from the club I was working at (I did some tech setups for the DJ's since I was too young to work the decks but had better knowledge (and skill) than most ponies). One of the preppy colts was having a party the same night. I passed his house on the way to mine. Now, I didn’t want to go. Couldn’t stand the guy. But, as I passed, I saw two ponies cross the hedges to a small vacant lot just next door, farther up the road.
Now, I’m one to respect other ponies privacy. Don’t want ‘em all up in my shit, why would they want me all up in theirs? But, as I was walking passed I heard her voice. It was slightly slurred, but I recognized it. I stopped, trying to figure out what was being said.
“I-I don’t know,” she was saying. It was just a few seconds before a deeper voice responded.
“Come on, Octavia.” Him. That stupid, stuck-up, better-than-thou, richie-bitch piece of shit. I started to walk away, not wanting to have to hear that pathetic excuse for a life forms words, when he continued, giving me pause. “We have been together for four months now, I think I deserve this by now.” His voice was insistent, if not a bit forceful.
I had never liked him. He rubbed his wealth in everyone’s faces. Well, not his wealth, his daddy’s wealth. Same shit.
“I don’t think I’m ready,” Octavia replied. I slunk closer, trying to catch a view of her. When she came into my sight, she was radiant. The moon caused her mane to shimmer like a black pearl. Her coat seemed to glow from within. The only thing wrong was her eyes. They were gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but they were frightened. Looking closer, she seemed to be shaking, and wobbling a bit.
“Well, I am.” The rich bastards voice broke the spell of her beauty. I hate his voice. It’s kinda nasally and gravelly. I don’t know. I don’t like it, that’s all that matters. “And you will give it to me.”
“I’ll tell everyone.” She was slowly backing up. I decided to walk in the shadows. Try and get closer, just in case.
“They won’t believe you. And, if they do, I won’t get in any trouble. They are scared of my father.” I really hate this guy. “Besides, you won’t remember tonight.”
“I’ll scream.” She backed into a wall.
“Everyone will think they are screams of pleasure. Just give up. You ar-” CRACK!
I stopped, not believing what I saw. Octavia had bucked him in the jaw, and it sounded like it broke. He screamed. Oh, Luna, it was such a girly scream. It was funny. Well, until Octavia started to panic. She started to run out of the little alcove created by the hedges. As she approached the entrance, some guards came. I wasn’t that far from where Tavi had been standing when she kicked the sick bastard in the face. I stood there as a guard held a trembling Octavia, trying to figure out what happened, and the other rushed over to the colt.
Octavia couldn’t get a full sentence. It was “He... I did... but...”. Stuff like that. The guard nearest to me jotted something down on a piece of paper and teleported it away. They knew who the colt was. Everyone did. Octavia was in trouble. She just broke one of the most influential ponies in Canterlot’s jaws, and no one, but her and him, knew why. He would win in court. She would lose everything. Nobody could defend her.
The guards tried to ask her what happened, but she couldn’t answer. She was distraught and drunk (which would also come back to bite her in the ass, underage drinking and all). She was done. They would take her to jail. She would lose all standing she had worked to earn. She would never play for the orchestra like she dreamed. And it wasn’t even her fault. More guards showed up, with a doctor in tow. Then his dad arrived. He demanded she be taken to jail for her crimes.
I saw it. Her dreams crushed before her eyes. Everything she worked for, lost. She looked around. Ponies had gathered. They were watching. She saw her friends in the crowd. She also saw that they wouldn’t help her. Nopony would.
“I did it.” The guards that were leading her to the carriage gave pause. What the fuck am I doing? I stepped out of the shadows. I saw her look at me, disbelief in her eyes. Everyone looked at me with disbelief. It was chaotic. Everyone started shouting, yelling that I be arrested for what I did. They didn’t care about my side of the story. My looks said it all. My wild blue hair, my outrageous glasses, my red eyes. I was guilty.
As the guards led me to the ride to my new home, I saw it. Her friends were holding her (since it wasn’t her who hurt him, they could still be friends. Worthless fucks) and she was crying. But she was looking at me. I saved her dreams. I just kept her from losing everything, at the cost of everything, and she acknowledged it. Did I care? No. Well, that I lost everything, I didn’t care. That she was happy, yes.
But as the guards were pushing me to the carriage, they knocked off my glasses. They tossed me in the seat and slammed the door. I looked through the barred window at the gathered ponies. I saw the glares, the scowls. I didn’t care. I looked around for my glasses. They weren’t overly important. Got ‘em to hide my eyes. Nothin’ more. I found them after a minute. She was holding them. She had gotten away from her friends. She looked at me, my glasses in her hooves. My red eyes met her lavenders for the first time. Then, she smiled. Not a smug “Haha, fuck you” smile, a “Thank you, I will remember this” smile.
I got out later in the week. I told them what happened (substituted with me kicking him). I don’t think they believed me. I got a years probation and one hundred hours community service (not to mention what I got from my parents). As I walked out of the courthouse, she was standing there. No one was around. Just me and her. I slowly approached her. She passed me my glasses, giving me that smile. I smiled back. Then, I kissed her. I don’t know why. I didn’t even know if she liked mares, let alone me. It was wrong of me. She may have had that ‘knight in shining armor syndrome’ or whatever. But, like I said, I couldn’t help it.
As I lie here in bed thinking back on that day, I feel a small shifting on my back. I roll over as the shifting subsided. I look at Octavia’s face, wrapped in the calm of sleep. Was it wrong of me to kiss her? Was it wrong of me to take the fall for something I didn’t do, in hopes it would get her to notice me (is that why I did it? I don’t really know)? I don’t know. But things worked out in the end, so who cares.
I nuzzled her gently, whispering, “I love you, Tavi."
Still sleeping, she smiled.