Now half way through my first period, and evertything seems to be going smoothly. All though, I'm still the main attraction, and I'm sure I will be for the rest of the day. Well, probably for the rest of my life, since its just me and Sally, wouldn't that make us an endangered species? Yeah, that was a bad joke. I'm not one for making good jokes, so leave me be! But, dad was when he was in a good mood.
We had a group test today, and let's just say, that was the most akward moment in my life. Trying to do a test with three kids who can only focus on me, other than their tests. Here's how it went:
"What I'm passing out, is a practice, group test." Said Mr. Dan, as he goes around, handing out three page packet of green paper to everybody. "This will not affect your grade, it's just a review on what we've learned so far. Also, so I know who is falling behind and needs my assistance." He says, continuing his lecture. "Even though this will not affect your grade, still try your best as if it were a semester exam. You have fifteen minutes." He heads back to his desk as he finishes handing out the papers.
When it comes to these group tests, we have assigned people to work with, we gather up, wherever in the room, or just outside in the hall. We go into the hall, because it's much more quieter, so I grab my backpack, as I head out into the hallway, after the rest of my group. Already, I'm feeling a bit akward, you know...being a pony and all. We sit by the bubbler, (or water fountain, which ever you prefer) next to the door. I try to ignore their gawking, as I get to work on my test.
I'm using a binder for a somewhat hard surface to write on, so I don't have to bend over to the floor my first problem is finding the length of the longest side of a triangle. I forget the terms. I was never really one for math, so this may be a problem.
"Do any of you know how to do this hypotenuse (did I spell it right?) Stuff?" I ask, suddenly remembering what it's called. I look to them to see of they have an answer, but I get nothing. "Okay, we get it! I'm not me anymore! Can we just get this done?"
The other guy in the group, a tall, chubby guy, with a close shave of Orange hair, sounded like he said something. Don't know what. "What was that?"
"I said don't talk to me!" His deep voice booms on my eardrums, making my ears go flat.
"Melvin!" Said the only girl in the group. She's the opposite of Melvin. Shorter, and skinny, with her hair dyed blue, and a high pitched voice, slightly higher than average. "Give the guy some respect! He probably went through a lot for this to have happened to him, let alone still come to school!" She protests in my defense.
"I don't talk to freaks like him, and don't be telling me what to do, Gretta!" He roars, getting in Gretta's face.
"Well, if you put it that way, I'm not going to date jerks like you!" She barks back, moving away from him.
"Guys, we can't get this done with you two fighting! Thanks for sticking up for me Gretta, but just let him rant, it doesn't bother me. I don't just give in to people who try to put me down." I give Melvin a sly smile.
"Oh really? I heard you're some freakish pony, thing! Let me guess, you watch that little girl show My Little Pony?!" He says, getting in my face.
"Well, yeah, I'm a pony, but no I don't even know what show you're referring to. Plus your bullying sucks. This is high school. Not elementary. Plus, you probably do watch that show, since you were able to think of it real fast." I shrug, gently pushing him away.
"What? No! I...besides, who's the pony here?"
"Changing the subject like that suggests you do watch the show, along with the stammering." I say flatly, as I try to do my work.
"No I don't!" He grabs me by the collar of my shirt, lifting me up, pinning me against the wall.
"You know. Now you're getting desperate that I don't figure you out. But I hardly know you, so what do I care what you do with your spare time? Also, being a pony, I have hooves instead of feet. Meaning I could easily kick your junk, and it would hurt a lot more than a foot. That's what's going to happen if you don't put me down." I continue to smile, not fighting him back at all. "I think the choice is clear."
He mutterly curses, dropping me to the floor, which was like a two inch drop. My hooves flop on impact, and I resume doing my work. He moves to the other side of the hall, alone, and Gretta scoots over next to me.
"I have to say, that was amazing! Nobody ever stands up to him like that!" She exclaims, with a wide grin.
"Like I said. I don't let people mess with me. So, wanna try to finally get this done?"
"Yes please." She says, leaning on me. "I don't think I want to go out with him anymore. He's just a jerk who uses me to get more popular. Like seriously? You don't ask a girl out to just use her for your own games!"
"That isn't right. I wonder what's going on in his life to make him like that. Also, I hope you find another guy, who will actually care about and all."
"I was hoping you could be that guy for me. I mean, you're so nice, and the way you stand up for yourself. Like, every time I saw you, I just get the thought that maybe I could have a chance with you. Even though you've turned into a humanoid pony."
"Youre the third girl to ask me out, and it's only first period. Also, I have a girlfriend, so I'm gonna have to say no."
"Oh...can...can we still like...hang out sometime?" She asks, hugging me.
"Maybe." I hug her in return, softly rubbing her head.
"Thanks. Can...can I pet you? Since you have fur and all."
"Just go for it. I don't mind at all."
She smiles, running her fingers up and down my furry chest. "See? You're nice and all. I can see why everyone is starting to ask you out."
"Strange thing is, it doesn't start till the day I turn into a pony. Well, that was yesterday, actually."
"That's cool. You don't seem very phased by it. Like, it's as if you don't even notice!"
"I do notice it. I just got used to it really fast, is all." I reply, as I near the end of my test.
"Cool. So, can I copy your answers onto my test?"
"We were going to have the same answers anyway, so go ahead." I hand her my packet.
"Thanks!" She smiles, and starts copying my answers.
While she's doing that, I turn my gaze to Melvin, who is playing on a Nintendo DS instead of doing his work. He notices me looking at him, and flips me the bird. I smile and wave at him. "I'm gonna kill you!" He whispers, scrunching his face into a mad expression.
"Have fun with that!"
Along with being akward, it was also triumphant as well, since I totally owned Melvin. He must be very kissed and embarrassed. I do feel a little pitty for him, since Gretta broke up with him, and asked me out with him right there! Would have said no to here, whether or not I was single.
I bet you guys have had enough of the whole, people thing staring at me, because, it is getting really redundant. So I'll just skip to lunch from here. As soon as I get into the cafeteria, I hear a familiar name calling my voice, when I turn my head to see, I get a blur of black and peach colors, jumping onto me, wrapping its arms around my neck.
"Woah, calm down Ashlyn! Why so hyper?" I ask, catching her in my arms, somehow not falling over
"I'm not hyper, I'm just happy to see you!" She cheers happily, nuzzling my cheek, and tightening her grip on me.
"I'm happy to see you too, Ashy. You missed me?"
"Yeah, I just can't stop thinking about when we kissed this morning, and...I just couldn't get my mind off of you!"
"Thats cute. Some dude was trying to get to me with his cruddy bullying. But I'm fine." I smile down on her, running my fingers through her hair, as she rests her head on me.
"Knowing you, you probably took care of him, right?" She asks, taking my hands in hers.
"Of course I did. It was that Melvin dude who's always picking on people. Now, then. This pony is hungry, and I need to eat."
"Alright, then. Would you prefer hay?"
"No thanks. I may be a pony, but I'm not going to stoop to those low levels." I chuckle as I head for the lunch line.
I grab a tray from the stack, and I make my way to the pizza area, grabbing me a slice of cbr pizza. Cbr meaning chicken bacon ranch. After that, I grab me a carton of chocolate milk, and grape juice.
"Are you sure you should be eating meat? Ponies are omnivores."
"Herbivores, you mean. And ponies like me can eat meat. Yeah I've got a bunch of equine features, but I still have a human torso, except it's covered in fur, so I'm sure I can still enjoy the many wonders of produce." I correct, smiling a bit, as I check my food out at the register. Luckily I get free lunch, so yay for me!
"Alright, if you say so." She shrugs, putting an arm around the back of my waist, as we head to our table. "I love you Damien." She says, kissing me on the cheek.
Wi love you too, but what's up with that? I suddenly come to school like this .And three girls have asked me out, you being one of them, and you're already saying you love me! Not saying it's wrong. I think you lied to me earlier. You did ask me out because I'm a pony." I give her a sly smile, poking her nose.
"Alright, fine! I did, but that was only part of why. You...you aren't mad are you?" She blushes, looking down.
"No, I'm not mad. I just wanted to hear you say it." I chuckle a little, stopping to giver her a hug. Besides, I like it being a pony, so what's the harm?"
"I dunno. But, thanks, Damien." She responds softly, laying her head on me. "I'm happy you said yes to me."
"I'm happy I said yes, too." I smile, running a hand over her hair, the other holding her close to me. It was a little difficult, having to hold my tray with one hand, but I managed.
"I wish I could be a mare, so we could be a cute pony couple."
"That would be cute, but let's go sit down so we can eat."
"Okay. And, would it be alright if I could come over today? Cause I wanna cuddle. I've been in a cuddly mood for sometime now."
"Maybe." I shrug as we sit with our group.
"Hey, the pony man has returned!" Said Angelo, with a smack on my back.
"Really, Angelo? Did you just make me a pun from the wolf man?"
"Yeah, how did you know?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Not sure, really." I shrug again, as I take the first bite of my favorite pizza.
"Alright. So, you really like being as hairy as a sasquatch?"
"Do I look like a huge, living throw rug?" I deadpan
"No, I just meant that you liked this!" He takes my left arm, and gestures to the yellow fur that covers it.
"Yeah, is that a problem I like it?"
"No, it's just a little weird to me." He says, taking a bite of his blt sub.
"Plus it makes him so much sexier." Said Ashlyn, leaning against me, as she starts to scratch away at my chest.
"Okay, that was weird for all of us, because you just came out like that, now you're all over him like a fat kid on a cupcake." Angelo smirks, and snickers.
"Okay, I get the feeling me being a pony was a big reason you asked me out." I deadpan at Ashlyn.
"No, that was a small part of it, like I said, I just think your fur adds to how sexy you are to me."
"Dude, I'm here to tell you that, you're just turning her on by being hairy. Soon she's gonna want to have sex with you, and she will always beg you for it." Angelo whispers into my ear. "Good luck, dude."
"Whatever, she just likes my fur, I don't think it will go that far." I reply, opening my milk, and taking a sip.
"What do you mean by that far?"
"You always wanting to have sex with me because I'm furry, and stuff."
"No, but I will hope to get lots of cuddles from you." She smiles, nuzzling my cheek, as she continues to scratch my chest.
"Thats alright with me." I shrug, as I finish the rest of my pizza.
I then chug down my grape juice and milk, as Ashlyn happily pets me, which causes me to let out a sigh of delight. We sit in silence, as I hold her in my arms, enjoying each others company once again. But that was until...
"Damien!" I heard a similar voice shout at me. I turn around to see Melvin huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf, but he isn't going to be blowing any houses down, that's for sure.
"What now? I'm trying to spend time with my girlfriend. Maybe pick some other time to suck at bullying." I give a dismissive wave of my hand, as I turn back around, to holding Ashlyn.
"Ugh, what does that jerk want?" She scoffs.
"He's mad at me." I sigh, as I stand up to confront the three years old stuck in a sixteen year olds body. I think he's sixteen at least. "What do you want?" I ask, crossing my arms across my chest.
"I'm gonna squash you!" He roars, cracking his knuckles, stomping his way over to me.
"Oh, really now?"
He grabs me by the collar of my shirt, lifting me up again, spitting in my face, as he pins me against the wall again. "You're gonna pay for making my girlfriend breakup with me!" He pulls a fist back as if ready to punch. "This is what you get!" His fist lurches forward, becoming a blur, but my three times faster brain processing speed comes in handy.
I raise a hand, firmly holding it in place, deflecting his ouch towards the wall with a loud crunch! He drops me instantly, holding his bloody fist in pain. He was going to hit me with the knuckles, but got the wall instead.
"You bitch!" He screams in agony as surpervisors come over to check on the scene. "He bit me!" He cries, as his own blood begins to run down his hand, and arm.
"Is this true?" On of them asks me, as another one takes him off to the nurses office.
"Ask the wall." I point a thumb at the tiled wall, four cracks in it where his knuckles hit. He inspects it, seeing a little blood splattered on it.
"Would you come with me so we can clear this up...Damien...is it?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Yeah that's me." I shrug.
"I got an email from the principle about this, but I didn't believe it, so this is quite shocking to see." He says, leading me away.
"I'm coming too!" Said Ashlyn, as she follows us out of the cafeteria with my backpack in hand.
Later, me and Ashlyn were in the office with Mr. Harches, and Melvin, with guaze wrapping his hand. He glares at me menacingly, as he holds his crippled, and most likely broken hand.
"So, tell me what happened, Melvin." Mr. Harches said calmly, resting his chin on his hands, elbows on the desk.
"The freak bit me, is what happened!" He snaps, refusing to turn his sights away from me.
"Now, there's no need to yell or call names, okay? Did you really bite him, Damien?" He asks, turning to look at me. "I was simply enjoying my lunch with my friend Angelo, and Ashlyn het, when I heard him yell my name from behind. I had asked him to leave us alone, since he was harrassing me this morning as well. He refused d, so I asked what he wanted. He then grabbed the collar of my shirt, and pinned me against a wall, yelling how he was mad that his girlfriend broke up with him because of me. He tried to punch me, but I was able to deflect it, and he hit the wall, causing his hand to look like that." I explain, in a calm voice.
"And, what did you see, Ashlyn, because you said you saw everything go down."
"Exactly what Damien said, is what I saw." She says with a nod of her head.
"You're only saying that to back him up bcuza sue he's your boyfriend!" Melvin shouts.
"Melvin." Mr. Harches starts. "How can I believe you when all you said is that he bit you, and Damien had a full explination as to what happened. Plus, he has Ashlyn as his witness. Plus, you do have a history of bullying other students, which I have warned you, that needs to come to a stop. You also cause d damage to the wall in the cafeteria which has your blood on it which serves as more proof. I have no choice, but to punish you with five days of IOS. I will walk have to revoke your prom priveledges this year." He says, organizing some paperwork on his desk.
"GREAT! Because of you, Damien, I lost my girlfriend, my hand is broken, along with my fingers, I have out of school suspension, now I can't go to prom!" He yells, getting up from his chair. "Thank you very tucking much!" He grabs his backpack from there, and leaves.
"I do kind of feel bad for the guy. I had no intentions for this to happen, but it did." I sigh heavily.
"Dont feel bad. It was his own doing that got him in the situation he's in. We should just get our passes, and head to class, huh?" Asked Ashlyn, who has been stroking my fur since we sat at the table during lunch.
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Here are your passes. Said Mr. Harches, sliding two pink slips of tardy passes to me and Ashlyn.
"Thank you." I say kindly, as we leave the room. "Well, that was quicker than I thought." I say with a slight chuckle.
"Yep. Now we have the same classes for the rest of the day!" She squees, hugging me tight
"And I assume you're not going to work, but pet me instead?"
She lays her head on my chest and shrugs. "I dunno. I just want school to be over already."
"Me too." I smile, wrapping my arms around Ashlyn as we exit the office, enjoying the feeling her petting me.