Fingers clattered against the keyboard, as line upon line filled the window on the monitor’s screen. After the ENTER key was hit, Derpy wiped the sweat from her brow, chugged the rest of her Coke, and then removed her glasses, rubbing her eyes to get the exhaustion out. She hadn’t left her room this weekend for anything save hurried runs to the bathroom across the hall, since school had let out for spring break. She’d spent the past forty-eight hours finishing up some coding, because the rest of her week was going to be spent…
I don’t want to do this, she mentally groaned, taking off her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose. She’d been given these new glasses months ago by a very contrite Sunset Shimmer, though Derpy hadn’t quite adjusted to them.
A knock sounded at the door, and a second later, her kid sister Dinky came in, carrying a food tray holding a plate of donuts and a cup of coffee. “You’re supposed to be the older one taking care of me,” the younger girl said with a pout. “Here.”
Derpy took the tray gratefully, giving her sister a smile. “Thanks, Dinks.”
But the kid sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose in disgust. “When was the last time you took a shower?”
Derpy mock-glared at her sister. “Now you’re pushing it.”
The smaller blonde grinned in return. “Just kidding, sis. So, do you mind if I go over to Pistachio’s?”
Derpy looked away from her mass-processed food pastries momentarily. “Dunno, did Dad say you could?”
As if by rote memorization, Dinky said, “Dad said that while he’s on annual training I have to either listen to you or call Mom to see if it’s okay. And since Mom lives in New York City, she’s probably unavailable.”
Derpy’s eyes, normally corrected by her glasses, drifted into slight disarray as she thought about her sister’s comment. “And how does Mom living in Soho have anything to do with her not being available?”
With a grace, poise and faked accent that would’ve done Rarity proud, Dinky put her fingers against her upper chest and said, “My dear, dear Derpy, shurly you realize Ms. Artiste Boheme, pho-ta-gra-pher to the stars extraordinaire, shan’t have much time for her darling daughters lest a court order were involved.”
“Stop that,” Derpy warned, a frown coming to her face. “You know it’s not like that. Mom loves us just as much as Dad does; she just thought that we’d have a more stable home life with Dad.” Even Derpy knew that to be a lie; their father, Argent Lance, though normally a recruiter for the Army National Guard, still had to deploy for military training every now and then and this week was no exception. It had fortunately been planned around Derpy’s spring break, but the elder girl wasn’t about to say anything.
Besides, as smart as Dinky is, she probably already knows, Derpy silently admitted.
“So can I?” Dinky asked, leaning underneath her sister’s face and looking up, bambi eyes set for domination. “Puh-leeeze?”
Derpy smiled wanly. “Sure. And if she asks if you can stay overnight, that’s fine.”
Any other little girl would’ve been excited by that remark, but Dinky wasn’t a normal girl. “How is she?” Dinky asked instead, looking at her older sister with concern.
Derpy’s answer was to take another bite of the last crueler, then put on her glasses and focus back at the code. It was easier to lie that way. “She’s doing fine, Dinks. She just got out of the hospital yesterday and I’m going to see her today.”
“Tell her I said hi?” Dinky insisted.
Derpy reached over and mussed her sister’s hair. “Yeah, I will. You need a ride to Pistachio’s?”
“Naah, I’ll take my bike. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“No problem.”
For Noteworthy, it wasn’t turning out to be an easy day. It had been two months since his involvement with The Club, and he already was regretting it as he had every day between then and now. He’d lost his “Luvvan”, he was hated by everyone in the school save for a couple of long-time friends, and he’d lived a life on the worst edge of hell since he gave his deposition to the District Attorney’s office. He’d specifically been interviewed by one of their ADAs, a woman by the name of Mi Amore Cadenza, and for reasons he didn’t know, every time she’d looked at him it seemed as though she wanted to bore eyebeams through his skull.
I wonder if I ruined the life of her little sister, too, he wondered. And worst of all, I never “partook” in any of The Club’s wares…maybe that’s why they dropped the charges in return for testimony.
School hadn’t been much easier: he was getting the “fallen Homecoming Queen” treatment that had once been reserved for Sunset Shimmer – chances were, he was getting them because he was the only one at Canterlot High that had mostly escaped the legal repercussions of the whole issue – the only other student to be cleared for testimony, Vinyl Scratch, beat feet for a new destination far from Canterlot, maybe even beyond California itself. Even still, he knew when he was being bullied, and he was getting more than his fair share of locker pranks, ruined desks, and vicious stares as a result. The worst had been during music class: when he came in, he found his bass guitar had its neck snapped, though no one would admit as to who did it. Though Mr. Baroque Toccata railed at his students for damage, no one, unsurprisingly, came forth. Even a plea from Sunset Shimmer, who had somehow managed to work her way back to the top of the school pecking order, had fallen in vain…though she’d been honest to admit to him that though he disgusted her, her plea had been sincere.
At least with school out, he thought, things might just die down, with most students focused on spring break instead. At least that’s what he kept trying to convince himself while looking at the bass guitar string selection at the mall’s music shop. Not that it mattered much; like Flash, he’d been kicked off the band, and since word tended to get around pretty fast, he was mainly a solo act these days. Of course, that wasn’t any easier, either, given the stares he received from several members of the store’s clientele. Fortunately, he knew he wasn’t going to get kicked out of the store…if only because it was owned by his family. After a few minutes of practicing with the various bass guitars, he found one he liked and walked up to the cashier counter with it in hand.
“I guess I’ll get this one,” Noteworthy sighed. “Though I don’t think that this is going to make up for losing Beauty,” he told the man at the counter, sighing over his destroyed guitar.
“Hey, I know the feeling, Notes,” the man said softly. “Was the same when I lost Big Sound in the fire back in ’73. Never found a plucker worth plucking like that again, though my current git is fair. You might want to pick yourself up a set of strings, too – the ones that come with it come from the factory, and they ain’t worth a damn.”
“Thanks, Grandpa.” Noteworthy grinned; if there was anyone who understood what he was going through right now, it was his grandfather, Blue Note. A jazz musician by trade, he’d played with many of the greats before settling down and opening a store. He’d also been somewhat of an activist and had been run through the ringer more than once, as did his wife, Verve – Noteworthy’s grandmother. In fact, it had been his grandmother’s idea to start the store, and as a result, it had raised two generations of musicians, Noteworthy included.
Walking over to the string selection, he grabbed a pack of nickel-wound Super Slinkys. As he grabbed them, he saw another hand reach out to them and turned to see a kid with a Mohawk and blazing red hair look right at him.
“Oh…hi, um, Crimson….” Noteworthy stammered, not sure how this was going to go down. Crimson Napalm was the school punk rocker, though generally had an affable attitude…but his little sister, Winter Snow, had been a victim of the Vibe, supposedly one of the ones that had fallen prey to Flash Sentry.
“Fuck you,” Crimson said, flipping him off. “You’re so damn lucky you’re in this mall, because if I caught you outside, I’d curbstomp your pansy ass.” Letting go of his potential purchase, Crimson stormed out of the store.
“Looks like you’re not on the popular list,” Blue Note said to his grandson as he returned with the strings.
“Don’t remind me,” Noteworthy grumbled.
“Stay strong, boy,” Blue Note told his grandson. “You made a big mistake, but you’re working your way back towards the light. Your Grandma and I have faith in you, just like the rest of the family. Just prove it to everyone else.”
Noteworthy nodded, though inwardly he groaned. Yeah, prove it to everyone else. As if anyone’ll ever give me a chance.
“You’ll get over this,” he replied. “Now go ahead and get to work, okay? Those bass strings don’t grow on trees, you know.”
A few minutes later, he was able to relax, losing his cares and worries in his work…at least, until she walked past: she, meaning Minuette, the source of both his joy and pain. Joy because he’d held a torch for her since Fifth Grade. Pain because he’d never been able to admit it. Sure, he’d talked to her – it had been just a month ago that he’d apologized for his part in the whole affair…and then her best friend, Waterfire, kicked him in a very sensitive place. It had been Minuette that had helped him up, but…since then, nothing.
Blue Note caught the look on his grandson’s face and said, “Go. I know that look.” Not needing further prompting, Noteworthy tore off his apron, dropped the box he was carrying on the far side of the counter and sprinted out of the store for all he was worth. He knew he had to catch Minuette, to truly make it up to her somehow. He had no illusions that it would turn into a relationship instantly; there was still too much water flowing under the bridge, as his grandmother was fond of saying. But still, he had to try.
Unfortunately, he paid so much attention to her that he didn’t realize he had bumped right into Torpedo, the bulky quarterback for the varsity team. “Uh, hey, sorry about that,” Noteworthy apologized. “Didn’t see you there.”
Torpedo, in turn, gave him a nasty stare. “You’re the guy who got my girl pregnant, aintcha?”
“I…what?” Granted, he didn’t like to admit it, but Noteworthy’s experience in that department was, in his opinion, woefully inadequate; he’d never been on a date, much less become intimate with the opposite sex. Although, given what he just went through, he had to admit it was a sort of backwards blessing. “Who’s your girlfriend?” he asked, realizing too late it was the wrong thing to say.
“Don’t play like you don’t know!” Torpedo spat. “Starbright got jackknifed because you assholes…and you’re going to pay!” The wall of muscle in front of him gave a smile akin to a velociraptor greeting its next meal. “You know, I think you and I should have a nice little chat out in the mall’s private areas, right?” That was, if nothing else, a clue that Noteworthy was in for a world of pain.
“You know, that sounds like a great suggestion,” Noteworthy stammered, trying to come up with a statement, “but…I think I’ll pass, thanks.”
Torpedo’s eyes seemed to radiate nothing but sheer, blistering rage. “Oh, no. I insist.” Noteworthy suddenly noticed that Torpedo suddenly had been backed up by two other members of the football squad, and if the former future outlook hadn’t been bad enough, this made it even worse.
“You wouldn’t do that to a poor guy like him, wouldja?” Noteworthy heard the voice and suddenly prayed that maybe getting beat up in the back area of the mall wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all; it would save him the embarrassment of what would happen next.
“Trust me, this bastard’s going to get what’s coming to him,” Torpedo replied. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“I very much assure you, it is,” the voice, silky and feminine said in a soft, thoughtful voice. “You see, if you hurt him? I’ll break you.” Suddenly Torpedo and the others laughed, but the laughter stopped the moment the dark-skinned reached down, grabbed Torpedo in a very sensitive place – Noteworthy, who feared it happening to him a second ago, winced in sympathetic pain – and squeezed. As he looked at her in panic, she said, “Don’t fuck with me, boy. I don’t play around, and if you really want to fight? I’ll be happy to provide.” She then let go and added, “Now, you’re going to let him go and step away, or you can write off being popular with the ladies.”
Seeing the look in her eyes, Torpedo threw Noteworthy to the ground. “I’ll get you next time your girlfriend ain’t here to save your ass,” he snarled, wincing as he finished his words. And with that, he gingerly walked off with his two teammates, but not before glancing at Noteworthy with a scowl and briefly raising two fingers to his eyes. The message was clear: I will be watching you, so you better watch yourself.
Noteworthy didn’t take the time to think about the rest of what that meant; he was too busy picking himself off the floor. He barely paid attention to the hand being offered to him…by the incredibly beautiful young woman slightly older than him. Sleek yet voluptuous, she had skin the color of tupelo honey, piercing blue eyes and shoulder-length teal hair.
“I could’ve handled it myself, Stony,” he told her.
“Hey, just looking out for my cousin,” she said with a smile. She then leaned on him and said, “Though I could pretend to be your girlfriend if you want.”
“Noooo, that’s okay. Besides, you’re not even my cousin.”
“Older sister?”
Noteworthy groaned. “Try again.”
“Aunt born just a few months before you because your grandparents had an ‘oopsie’ moment?”
“You’re really pushing it, Stony.”
She clapped her hands together and said, “Okay, then let’s just stick with cousin you’re having a sexual relationship with.”
Teeth were gnashed. “We aren’t having any kind of relationship! And we’re not cousins!”
She pouted. “But we are,” she said, her eyes going misty. “Don’t you remember when we were baptized together?”
“That makes your parents my godparents and vice versa,” Noteworthy grunted, facepalming at her really bad joke. “It doesn’t mean that we’re cousins.”
“Uh, your mom and mine are cousins. So that makes us second cousins or something.”
“Okay, okay, I get it. You win.”
“Yay!”
He sighed. Technically Sunstone was his second cousin – well, first cousin once removed or something like that; genealogy wasn’t his thing. In any case, even though she was a year older they had been practically raised together since their mothers were best friends, and despite the difference in age Sunstone had never treated him any differently than she would have a theoretical twin sibling. In fact, given that nobody knew of their distant relation, even though she was a junior at Canterlot High, she’d escaped all the hell that had surrounded him. Given that she was the captain of the school’s judo team, that kinda helped, too.
“So, mind telling me why Torpedo wanted to ventilate your head with his fist?” She looked at him with disappointment and added, “And you should’ve stayed taking martial arts with me! You can’t protect yourself for crap!”
He shrugged. “Sorry, I was more interested in the family trade, you know that. Anyway, what brings you here?”
“Would you believe that I was shopping in Victoria’s Secret for a lacy negligee you might like?” She smirked. “So, see-through or fuzzy?”
He facepalmed again. “You really like embarrassing me, don’t you?”
She leaned on him again. “Only because you’re cute when you’re flustered. Seriously, I was in the shoe store and saw you chasing Colgate—”
Noteworthy removed her hand and glared at her. “Her name is Minuette,” he told her brusquely. “Colgate is just a nickname – and one she doesn’t really like, either. Anyway, I missed her, so…fuck….” He started walking off, but then felt her hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see her with a serious look on her face.
“Look, Notes, I might tease you a lot,” she admitted, “but we’re friends, right? We grew up together, and we’re practically family. And I can tell right now you really want to talk to someone about your problems right now. Plus, Minuette’s a girl – and if there’s one thing that I know, it’s girls.”
He nodded. “You’re the best, you know that?”
“Yeah, I guess,” she sighed. “C’mon. The coffee kiosk in the mall’s over there.”
“Thank you for letting me in, Mrs. Chantenay,” Derpy said to Carrot Top’s mother as she entered the house.
“No, thank you for coming over, Derpy,” the woman said. “Visitors have been…rare around here since Golden’s, ah, incident. In fact, you’re the only one of her friends that has stuck by her.”
Righteous anger raged in Derpy’s eyes; apparently neither Blueberry Pie nor Raspberry Fluff were as good friends as she thought they were. They damn well better have an explanation, or I swear I’m going to kick their asses.
Chantenay caught that and tsked, the clucking sound rolling off her tongue. “Don’t be too mad at your friends, dear. They wanted to come, but their parents kept them from visiting.” The woman herself got somewhat miffed as she added, “They feared Golden would ‘infect’ their daughters. As if my poor girl would ever harm her friends, or that all that occurred was even one iota her fault.”
“I know, Mrs. Chantenay. And frankly, if they honestly think she’s going to infect anyone? Well, I’d rather be with her than anyone else.”
Chantenay gave Derpy a smile, then a hug. “Thank you, dear,” the woman said simply. Derpy thought she saw tears in the woman’s eyes but decided not to press further.
In any case, that was her cue to head over to her friend’s bedroom. Walking down the hall to the second to last room, Derpy knocked on the door to the room for Golden Harvest, known better to her friends as “Carrot Top”. “Yo, Carrot, you decent?” A pause. “Well, not that you no—” Derpy paused, chastising herself. Way to fucking go, you bitch. Care to pour some salt in that wound, shithead? Yes, Carrot had been pretty much exhibitionist in front of Derpy, multiple times, even, but only because they were best friends; as far as either of them was concerned, it was like changing in front of your sister. But to remind Carrot of what she went through would be to stab her in the back.
It was then that she heard the moaning, and it didn’t sound good, either. Derpy didn’t bother knocking a second time, just heading straight in.
“And that’s right about the time that Waterfire kicked me in the nuts,” Noteworthy replied. “I mean, Minuette’s forgiven me and all, but…I have to seriously wonder if I’m just wasting my time going after the girl I like.” He set down the cup on the table. “I wish I’d never gotten involved with Flash and those idiots, but that’s something I can’t take back.”
Sunstone gave him a soft smile. “Well, you always have me.” She paused to take a drink before adding, “Seriously. You know I’m always going to be on your side, Notes. But what about Code and Wild?”
“They’re staying away after people kept accusing them of the whole thing. They were completely innocent, and they’re getting nailed by the fallout as well.” He looked at her with a bale gaze in his eyes. “Pencil Code? They spray-painted ‘Sooner or later, you’ll get caught’ on his laptop, while someone went to the effort to key the fuck out of Wildfire’s car – she was pissed about that. People are being vicious, and that’s why I’m hoping you’ll stay away from me after today. You’re a good friend and I don’t want you to get hurt, either.”
Sunstone slapped the table. “Then let me get hurt, dammit!” She coughed into a fist, calming down before she added, “Why are you pushing me away, Notes? This isn’t like you.”
“Because I don’t want anyone to get involved and put themselves on the firing line as a result – I barely survived this. You can’t. You’ve got college and shit to think about.” He looked her right in the eyes and said, “Counselor Will told me that a lot of people who were associated with the whole Vibe shit lost their college acceptances. And I can’t help but think that some innocent people got involved with that.”
Sunstone reached out and took his hand in hers. “Notes…you did something stupid, no lie. And you’ve suffered enough for it, in my opinion. But don’t make the mistake that you’re alone. You have your family, who will probably bust you for not coming back.”
Notes rose from his seat. “Fuck…Grandpa’s going to kill me.”
Sunstone shook his head. “Don’t worry; he won’t – he knew I was coming for you. Anyway, as I was saying,” she continued, playfully poking him in the chest, “You also have your friends, who would do anything for you – if you would stop pushing them away. And don’t say you’re not. I talked to Code and Wild. Code said he’s wanted to get a custom paintjob for his laptop, so he’s mailing it to some site that can do that. And Wild said it was her mom’s car that got screwed up, not hers, so insurance’ll cover it. They’re worried about you, Notes.” She then went over and hugged him. “And so am I.”
“Well, that still leaves my major issue: how I’m going to win over Minuette,” he told her as he broke from the embrace.
“I’ll help you find a way,” Sunstone promised. “If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll help you win her heart.”
“Thanks, Stony. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Oh, trust me, you do – you just don’t know it yet,” she said with a sly grin.
She felt the throbbing in her loins, even as it was unwanted. Her body rocked even as she screamed with her mind, yet no sound came out. Instead, she saw her boyfriend, Peppercorn, exhausting himself on her, before getting off her and turning to a fat guy, a friend of his.
“All yours,” Peppercorn told his friend, who immediately wasted no time in dropping trou and getting down to business.
She felt the same throbbing, the painful thrusts, and her mind screaming for help.
She felt something below her snap, heard it audibly.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—”
“—OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Carrot Top screamed, pushing off the thin sheets of her bed and fighting the hands she felt pushing her down. It took a second for the girl to get enough sense to realize she was in her room, and a few more to comprehend that someone was shouting out, “Carrot! Calm down, please!”
Finally, the room stopped spinning and the carrot-haired girl felt herself pressed against another. “You’re safe, I promise, I promise.” Hearing Derpy’s voice, Carrot let the tears fall, not caring how she looked because she was safe in the arms of her best friend. She didn’t know how long she cried in Derpy’s arms, but after an indeterminate time, she pulled back, letting herself fall back on the bed.
“I must look a mess, don’t I?” Carrot sniffled. Normally, she took it as a note of pride to dress as every guy’s wet dream. She’d readily admit to dressing in tight clothing and flirted with every guy she knew. She knew sooner or later she’d settle down…but she always hoped that wouldn’t be anytime soon.
And look where that got me. Earned me a “bad boy”…and then a whole lot of….
“You look beautiful,” Derpy told her. “Better than I do.”
Carrot smiled. “Derpy, you’re naturally beautiful, and nobody pays attention to your eyes. I have to work at looking good.”
“No you don’t. You’re beautiful inside and outside, Carrot,” Derpy said with a smile in return. “And it just helps to come out in you. Lookit me. I’m just a nerd – a nerd who needs glasses, and not even for the usual reasons, either.” As a result, Carrot said nothing; the two had gone down this argument a billion times, and neither of the two budged on it, ever. As always, the silence became unbearable.
Finally, to break the awkward situation, Carrot started to get up, wobbling as she did so. It was then that Derpy finally noticed something.
“You’re…you’re wearing clothing? To bed?” Derpy asked. Derpy had found out the hard way that her friend slept in the buff. Even when it was that time of the month, it was strictly underwear only. Otherwise, her somewhat outgoing friend spent her night hours au naturel.
Carrot looked at her friend as though she’d been shot. “I…I can’t bear to see the scar there anymore, Derpy. The doctors did what they could, but all it reminds me is that I’m ugly – soiled, damaged goods. I have small steel screws in me keeping my pelvis together. I can’t walk without a cane, and the doctors don’t know if I’ll ever be able to walk normally again.” She turned away as the tears started to reappear. “Or, that if I ever meet the guy of my dreams, I’ll never have children.”
Derpy shook her head. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. You’re not allowed to be depressed. It’s spring break, so that’s against the rules, okay? Let’s go see a movie or something.” Derpy got off the bed and helped her friend to her feet. “Dinky’s staying overnight at her friend’s, so we can do something after, t—”
“No.” The response was kind, but firm. Derpy looked up at her friend, and there was nothing but fear in Carrot’s eyes. “I…I don’t want to be called a whore again. People keep looking at me like I’m some kind of slut or anything, but I’m not!” The tears flowed from Carrot’s green eyes like rivulets of pain and anguish. “I’m not,” she insisted in a broken voice.
Derpy reached over and wiped the tears from her friend’s eyes. “You’re not,” she agreed, “and nobody’s going to call you that. If they do, they’re going to have to deal with me, okay?” When Carrot nodded, Derpy said, “Let’s just go out and have a fun time. I promise you that if anyone ever says anything to you, I’ll deal with it. You don’t have to say a word, okay?”
“But Derpy—”
“It’s a muffin promise,” Derpy suddenly said, with sober seriousness. The moment she uttered the words, Carrot nodded in agreement. A remnant from Derpy’s childhood, it had been a silly thing where if the person broke the promise, they wouldn’t be able to eat muffins for the rest of their lives. Even as goofy as it was, it was something that Derpy cherished…just as Carrot knew her best friend cherished her.
“Okay.” Carrot’s voice sounded unsure and fragile. “We’ll go.”
Minuette looked at the barely visible scars. She’d almost killed herself…and had it not been for her parents, she would have been another statistic, unable to help Sunset Shimmer put the bastards away. Plus, she wouldn’t have found out about Sunset’s change, as well as her friendship with the former bully.
It’s too bad Sunny’s in LA, Minuette thought to herself. I think she’d like the movie we’re going to go see.
“Hey, Minnie!” a voice called from behind her. Minuette turned to find a dark-skinned girl with blazing orange hair running towards her.
“Heya, Wai!” Minuette waved to her best friend Waterfire, as well as a couple of other girls. Both Minuette and Waterfire had been through rough times – though Minuette’s had been arguably harder, both admitted – and had the misfortune of being victims of Waterfire’s now-former boyfriend Stylin’. But Waterfire was horrified to learn what had happened to her friend and had been there for her every step of the way as did their mutual friends Evening Primrose and Autumn Leaves. “Glad you girls could make it, too.”
“Well, it was that or babysit my kid brother,” Primrose groaned. “No comparison.”
“Hey, I’m just glad to be out of the house,” Autumn answered. “Since the whole…you know…the ‘rentals are practically afraid to let me step one inch outside. They only agreed to this because we’re with friends, we’re in public, and oh, I told them that I’m here to give you moral support.”
“Yeah, believe me, girls, you are,” Minuette said with a response. “Well, let’s go get the tickets, grab way too much junk food, and then find our seats.” The other three girls nodded and with that, they walked towards the theater’s ticket booth.
“Hey, Minnie, can I ask you a question?” Autumn spoke up.
“Sure, Autumn, what’s up?”
“Well…I heard a rumor: you started dating Noteworthy?”
Before Minuette could even respond, Primrose spoke up. “Minnie’s not dating anyone, Autumn, especially not an asshole like Noteworthy. Fucker’s untrustworthy, anyway. Hung around with those monsters and then turned on them? Don’t know why anyone would believe a single word he says.”
“Don’t worry. I kicked that bastard in the nuts last time he tried anything with Min,” Waterfire said proudly, thrusting a thumb towards herself as a smug smile came onto her face. “He ain’t going to step anywhere near our Minnie.”
“Wai, he did apologize,” Minuette pointed out, “and I think you were a bit too rough on him.”
“I don’t think you were rough enough on him. Look, if he tries something again, Wai and I’ll be there for you, or if not, sic Sunset Shimmer on him,” Primrose commented. “Although…I’m still surprised that bitch changed her ways. Maybe I guess seeing her ex for what he really was put a soul in her after that shit with the Homecoming dance,” the golden-and-green-haired girl said with a shrug.
“Well, let’s not worry about that fucktard right now,” Waterfire said. “We got a film to watch, girls!”