Sweetie Belle walked with Granite from the east side of campus, where the math and science buildings were. Sweetie Belle didn't have the same class as him. As far as math went, Sweetie Belle was considerably gifted, although she didn't like it. But that didn't stop her parents from putting her in advanced math classes. Super advanced.
Sweetie Belle had some family pressures lately. Since her parents were the thrifty type, the pressure on Sweetie to turn out like her big shot upper class sister was immense, so her family enrolled her in better classes to try and boost the likelihood of having another successful kid. It didn't make them bad parents, if anything it was the right thing to do, but it was just so hard on her sometimes.
Class was boring. The first day was all just requirements and syllabus stuff. This math class required some pretty nifty stuff though. Graphing calculators, graph paper, it's own binder. Why did math have to be so expensive?
Walking out of that class, she was pretty burnt, but across the way she noticed Granite and another stallion. It looked like the stallion was giving him a hard time about something because he was awful close to him, pushing him around.
She walked up behind the two, but Granite caught her and shot her a glance to stay there, she could still hear the conversation though. Wasn't much talking though. Mostly empty death threats.
The stallion was one of those swaggy types. Full nine yards, and just his voice got on her nerves, although some girls went for that, which was stupid to her. She held herself higher than that. This guy wore a over-sized snap-back hat with really big shirt with a rather offensive picture of a sensual mare on it along with some horribly baggy pants, showing more boxer shorts than necessary. Most notably he had a massive gold chain around his neck with a double "B" back to back.
He shoved him again. She noticed he had a charcoal grey coat, so he must have been the guy who bumped him at lunch. "So heard you was talkin' shit bout my gurl."
Granite tried to keep walking forward. 'I wasn't. I don't even know who you're dating."
Another rough shove. "Don't be like dat. Silver told me wut you said man. We gonna keep havin' problems then you gonna have more kno what I'm sayin?"
"Silver Spoon? That I did not know. Well whatever it was I'm sure it wasn't intentional."
Once again shoved back, this time spilling pencils on the ground, the other stallion was about to say something, but Sweetie Bell cut him off. "Hey! Quit doing that!"
He looked from Granite to her, and she immediately regretted stepping in. "Oh so this bitch is your gurl then Granite?
He was about to respond but it seemed Sweetie Belle was gonna take the reigns. 'I'm not a bitch and I'm not his girl. If anypony's a bitch it's your girlfriend and her half witted lies!"
The stallion stared at her intently, and for a second she was afraid she was going to get hit. But a commanding voice from behind him prevented that. 'Mr Bling! I won't have you terrorizing my student's on my campus. Get to my office."
When "Mr, Bling" didn't listen he was pulled by the ear towards an angry Principal Shepard and away from the two victims.
Granite stood up with the spilled pencils. Sweetie Belle just looked at him. "Mr. Bling? Is that a street name or something?"
"Nope. Real name is Bitchin' Bling. But adults have a hard time saying the whole name. Pretty sure "Double B" is his street name"
She blinked confused. "So his parents are...?"
"Probably in jail and stupid enough to name a kid something like that."
There was a silence. Then she stared laughing, which made Granite laugh, and they laughed for a few minutes until they got a hold of themselves. They were already late to their next class, but they took their sweet time getting there, odds were the office would call down anyways.
*****
Principal Shepard dragged Bitchin' Bling through a lobby full of indifferent staff members and straight to his own office. Second kid today causing problems. He instructed him to sit in the chair opposite his desk, which he did.
Shepard sat in his own chair and stared him out. "Any particular reason for giving that student a hard time?"
'Yah man little punk was talking shit"
Shepard sighed and swung his chair around to a file cabinet, pulling two files. He opened one. "According his file Granite doesn't seem like the rowdy type. No incident's in the past three years. Decent grades. Good kid by the looks of it."
He opened the other one. "However you are quite the trouble maker. Suspended for sexual harassment, aggravated assault, racial profiling, drug possession, and yet somehow never prosecuted. That's interesting." He put his elbows on his desk and his muzzle in his hooves. "Look I'll be frank with you, I have a policy I follow. One free pass, no matter the student, one free chance to turn it around so you don't come back here. Do not mistake it for acceptance or apathy."
He leaned back a little, and now spoke with a slightly mocking, technically-still-allowed-but-not-really attitude. "Come back in this office and we gonna have problems. Kno what I'm sayin?"
With that he wrote a pass and sent the pissed stallion on his way, knowing full well problems were almost certain with that one.