//------------------------------// // Who are you? // Story: The Most Popular Girls at Canterlot High // by The Princess Rarity //------------------------------// The Most Popular Girls at Canterlot High by The Princess Rarity "Well, y'see, he was all like, 'No way!' and I was like 'Yes way!' and he kinda maybe sorta doubted me at first, but then I proved to him I was right and he was like 'You are!' and somehow, I kinda ending up tackling him in a massive super hug," Pinkie said, with a giggle. "So, long story short we're kinda dating now." Rarity nodded, and smiled as she flipped her hair, looking back to the mirror. "Aren't I simply gorgeous?" she gushed, completely oblivious to her friend's rant. "You are!" Pinkie agreed, still bestowing her signature smile - and not catching the fact Rarity never paid attention to her. Suddenly, her expression twisted up, and she tapped her chin in thought. "Hey, don't we have cheerleading practice today?" A moment passed, only before Rarity was about to speak up with her answer, when the door to the bathroom opened and someone quickly walked in, taking a place at the sink next to them. It was a young teenage girl, obviously - tall and lanky, with soft purple skin, wearing an almost preppy sort of clothing, while she had her long tricolored hair let down casually. She seemed quite average and normal, but not quite ... well, the usual sort of crowd to be here. "Excuse me," Rarity piped up, firmly staring looking to the girl. "Who are you?" "Well... who are you?" the other girl asked, as she glanced over. "I asked you first." "I asked you second." Pinkie let out a long, exaggerated gasp and blinked rapidly. "You don't know who she is?" she said, pointing to her friend. "This, missy, is Rarity! She's the head cheerleader, homecoming Queen and part-time model!" "Thank you for that, darling," Rarity praised, with a bit of a smile, only before she looked back to the other girl. "So might I ask again, who are you?" "My name is Twilight Sparkle," the girl said simply, returning the smile. "I'm new here." "I see," Rarity replied. "Well, might I ask who let you in here?" "Fluttershy." With a raised eyebrow, the fashionista hesitated, "As in Fluttershy? Our Fluttershy?" Twilight shrugged. "I'm not quite sure," she replied. Pinkie looked back, puzzled, and cocked her head to the side in confusion. "But Fluttershy isn't even in charge of the door!" she pointed out. "Is she?" Ignoring her hyperactive friend yet again, Rarity released a deep breath, feigning a smile as she stepped forward. "Twilight, do you mind if I explain something to you?" she said, with a bit of a sickly sweet tone to her voice. "Specifically, on how things work at this school?" "I sort of already know how things work around here," Twilight admitted. "Fluttershy is in charge of snacks - why is she letting people through the door?" Pinkie asked to no one in particular. Thus, this was proven as she was further ignored... "Oh, do you?" Rarity responded, her smile slightly faltering. "Well, let me brush you up, alright? You see, this is somewhat my school, because - as stated by Pinkie Pie here - I have all of the main statuses and-" "Status isn't everything," Twilight politely argued. Rarity paused, and nearly twitched one of her pretty blue eyes, only before quickly composing herself and continue to act like the proper young lady she always presented herself to be. "Well, maybe where you're from, but here at Canterlot High, things are a bit different," she confirmed. "Trixie is charge of the door - why is she letting Fluttershy take that job?" Pinkie wondered out loud, only before she quickly left the bathroom. "You know, it almost intrigues me," Rarity continued. "What town are you from anyhow?" "Townsville," Twilight answered. "Where's that?" "North of here," the other girl said simply. "West off of the Highway." Rarity nodded, as if she understood and took one more step towards Twilight. "Then let me clarify you on the details of how things work here in Canterlot," she murmured. "Like I said before," Twilight defended. "I sort of already know how things go around here. Some boy named Blueblood told me." Then, suddenly, Pinkie shuffled back in, even more confused than she was before. "Hey, is Trixie sick?" she asked - but as expected, no one bothered to answer. "Oh, wait... didn't her dad die?" "What are you doing talking to Blueblood?!" Rarity snapped, in a bit too harsh of a tone. "We have Math Class together," Twilight said calmly, without being the slightest bit fazed by the other girl's sudden shock and surprise. Rarity nearly gritted the teeth of her perfectly whitened smile together as her hands balled into her fists. "That's my boyfriend," she muttered. Twilight raised an eyebrow, and hesitated, taking a moment to think. "Well, that's not what Sunset Shimmer said..." she thought. "Sunset Shimmer is a good-for-nothing liar!" Rarity scowled, with a roll of her eyes. Even if she blocked out her own speech from vulgarities and the sort, she most certainly wanted to say a few unladylike things about that bitch. "Well, when I talked to her, she seemed to know an awful lot about you and another boy by the name of Norman," Twilight observed. Suddenly, the color from Rarity's already extremely pale face flushed out, as she tried to calm back down as quick as she could. "Alright," she muttered. "Now, Twilight, if I may ask, what is it you are here for?" "I'm just here to use the bathroom, like a normal person," Twilight replied. "Well, no one's stopping you," Rarity declared, turning away and going back to what she was doing before: admiring herself in the mirror. With that said, Twilight turned around, and entered one of the stalls, locking the door behind her. Just then, Pinkie Pie's expression brightened up, as she let out one of her hysterical giggles. "Oh, wait, duh!" She slapped her forehead, and laughed. "Silly me, Applejack's dad is dead! Trixie's dad is a lawyer!" Rolling her eyes at her friend's usual silliness, Rarity began fussing over her hair, and lightly muttering how participating in petty fights was going to give her stress marks - basically, just acting like the usual primadonna she always was 99.9% of the time. Then, the toilet flushed and Twilight emerged from the stall, walking over to the sink, washing her hands and leaving without another word. And as Rarity and Pinkie Pie simply looked to one another, they both realized one thing... ...Canterlot High would never be the same again.