"No."
"C'mon."
"In what way could that possibly help her?"
While I fumbled for a reason, Sunset continued to walk away.
"Wait up!"
"I have to get to math."
"We both have the same class."
A pause. "I don't want to be late."
"Miss Cheerilee is always late 'cause she has to mark attendance for the lower grades."
Another pause. "I don't want to lose my seat by Pinkie."
"You never sit by Pinkie... ever."
One more pause. "I just-"
"Why not just admit you don't want to talk to me?"
"Fine. I don't want to talk to you."
That kind of stung. I asked, "Why not?"
Sunset Shimmer stopped; progress.
"Because," she said. "You want me to talk you up to Aria under the guise of being her friend, when really you just want to be her boyfriend."
Well, dang! The girl was spot on.
"Further more," she continued. "She just got out of a really bad fight, she's the object of hatred for the ENTIRE school and she and her sisters aren't on the best of terms right now. Do you really think she needs to be worrying about boys at this point?"
Sunset took my stunned silence as the answer she wanted.
"Exactly," she said. "Now if you would kindly leave Aria (and me) alone, that'd be great."
She twisted around and flounced the rest of the way to class.
As luck would have it, Ms. Cheerilee finished marking the lower grades' attendance early and Sunset and I were indeed late. After a stern lecture and the punishment of having to write an essay after school in the library on why punctuality is the cornerstone of society, we were allowed to sit. Me beside the musical whiz, Octavia, and Sunset, ironically, by Pinkie Pie.