//------------------------------// // Chapter 7 - Lunch Time part 3 // Story: The Students from St. Everfree // by Morex25 //------------------------------// Scorpan had lost his appetite, being dismissed as a zero to the left should’ve been routine by now, but somehow it always felt the same. And Tirek’s outright rejection didn’t help at all. All that Scorpan ever wanted was to have someone he could call a friend. Sure he had acquaintances of course, but never a true friend. Someone he could talk to and have fun with. Before, he had his brother Tirek, and that was enough for him. But when his older brother started to distance away from him, Scorpan started experienced what it felt to be alone even in a crowd. He wanted to make friends but his shy disposition and the violent environment of St. Everfree made it difficult to make friends. And now that he was in Canterlot High, his predicament might stay the same. Having to attend classes exclusively with the rest who came to Everfree, meant he had next to no chance to interact with other students; and with Discord’s stunts, he doubted CHS students wanted to associate any of them. Although there were 3 students from CHS in their class, Scorpan found them intimidating and wasn’t sure if he could even talk to them. So it seemed that his plans for meeting new people and maybe repairing his relationship with his brother came to an end on the very first day. “What a terrible day to be me.” Scorpan would’ve wallowed in his own self-pity that would’ve let him to a path of loneliness and despair, had it not been for a small tug on the sleeve of his shirt that snapped him from such terrible thoughts. “Excuse me…” said the small voice that returned him to the land of the living. Said voice had a very distinct country drawl. “Uh?” Scorpan turned only to find a girl with long amaranth hair with a big pink bow on top of her head. “Can we speak with you?” The girl asked with her big orange eyes filled with honest curiosity. “We…?” Scorpan repeated only to realize that two other girls were behind the girl with the bow. One had short but wild purple hair and the other had long mulberry hair with gray streaks. “We just want to ask you some questions.” The redhead with the bow said speaking for the little group. “I hope you don’t mind us asking.” “N-No…it’s fine…” Scorpan was still somewhat surprised by the fact that these three decided to come talk to him. Usually girls never directed more than a few words towards him, usually it was to berate him or they were trying to steal his money. Well, at least that was the case in Everfree. “So, you are one of those new transfer students everyone keeps talking about, right?” The redhead asked him with very obvious contained enthusiasm. “Y-Yes…I’m transferred from St. Everfree…” Scorpan answered truthfully. It wasn’t like he could try and pretend this wasn’t the case. Although he was curious as to what this girls wanted from him. “So it is true.” “So that means that you are a delinquent, correct?” This time, the purple haired girl stepped forward. “…” Part of him felt somewhat insulted by the insinuation that just because he was from Everfree, he had to be a delinquent. On the other hand he felt somewhat glad that his appearance didn’t automatically project an image of woefulness. “W-Why do you want to know…?” he inquiered somewhat lamely. “See, I told you he wasn’t. He doesn’t look tough at all!” The purple haired girl said turning to the other two. “I bet he doesn’t know anything about delinquents at all.” “Well, technically you don’t have to be tough to be a delinquent.” Scorpan responded, resenting the girl’s claim. “Nor you have to be one to know about them.” He would admit anyway that he wasn’t tough by any means, but never the fact that he had no knowledge of something he lived every day for the past years. “I can assure you I know a lot about delinquents.” “Really?” The girl with the curly mulberry hair, who had remained silent until now, asked hopefully. “Yes!” Scorpan answered a little more confident now, when it came to theoretical and academic knowledge he definitely excelled at. “Are you sure?” inquired the red head with the bow trying to make completely sure of his claim. “Absolutely.” “Then can you teach us to be delinquents!” The girl with the wild hair asked of him. “Of course I … wait what?!” “Can you teach us to be delinquents?” She repeated her request. “W-W-Why would you want to be one?!” Scorpan was aghast! Why would these three girls ever want to be delinquents? Didn’t they know that it was a derogatory label for a decadent lifestyle, filled with hardship and scorn? “Because, we are exploring who we are.” the red head answered with such determination that didn’t inspire any faith in Scorpan that this was some sort of elaborated prank. “Everyone at this school knows who they are and what group they belong to.” When Scorpan looked at them with a face that told that he had no idea what they were talking about, they elaborated further. “The school once was divided in groups: the rockers, the fashionistas, the drama’s, the Eco-Kids, the Techies, and so on.” The alabaster girl said “We tried everything to fit and be into those groups but it never felt right…” or went according to plan. “Yeah, no matter what we tried, we never really became part of any of them.” The orange girl admitted. “We even tried adopting trends of groups that don’t exist on this school.” Like the time that they tried to be Goths. Didn’t ended up well. “Now, the groups aren’t as divided as before,” the girl with country flair pointed out. After the appearance of Princess Twilight, people really started to loosen up and started hanging out with people outside their groups. “But people still identify to their labels and know who they are.” “We struggle to find an identity on our own.” “We want something to call our own.” “So, since they have never been any delinquents at our school, we never tried that before. So what do you say? Could you help us find out who we are?” “I…” Scorpan was stupefied. On one hand he understood the struggle that is finding one self and having an identity and he sympathized with the trio. On the other hand these girls have no idea what they were getting into. Being a delinquent wasn’t a fashion trend or label you could give yourself; it was a term to refer to lowlifes who didn’t care for the rules or the law. “I can’t…” He couldn’t in good conscious, teach the girls and induct them into being delinquents. “Why not?” the alabaster girl protested but the orange one stopped her by putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I told you he wouldn’t help!” she said, “Maybe we could ask another student from Everfree to teach us.” Now, those made Scorpan blood run cold. He never stopped to think that these three would be so determined with their cause that they would go to any of the others with the same request. The idea of these three under the “teachings” of Chrysalis, Discord or Sombra was enough to make him go against his own moral consciousness. “No, wait! I-I’ll teach you.” He finally accepted. “Really?” “Yes…” In the end it was the lesser of the two evils. “But! You have to keep it a secret.” It would do no good if word got out that he was teaching girls the way to become a delinquent. “I don’t want to get anyone in trouble for teaching you girls about this stuff.” “We aren’t that dumb.” The orange girl said crossing her arms in front of her. “We know to keep this a secret.” In fact Rainbow Dash and the others had warned the three of them to stay away from the new transfer students at all cost. Good thing none of the six members of their group weren’t there at the moment. “It’s a deal!” The red head declared as she shook Scorpan’s hand. “We’ll meet after school for Delinquent Lessons!” “Please don’t call it that.” Scorpan pleaded, it sounded very wrong coming from the girl’s mouth. “Speaking of which… how should I call you?” All this time they were talking, and never did they exchanged introductions. “I’m Scorpan.” “Nice to meet you! We are Apple Bloom, Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo!” Applebloom introduced them with a smile. “And we are the Crusaders!” [x-x-x] Walking through the empty corridors was a nice change of pace for Sombra. Usually he would’ve complained about the lack of people he could honor and amaze with his mere presence alone. But having Discord being a nuisance during class was enough for him to forget about others and focus on having some quiet time. That’s why he left the cafeteria early, that and the food didn’t look like it was up to his standards. He preferred to go hungry for the day than to filth his royal palette with commoners food. Anyway, he continued his exploration of the school premises until he saw something that caught his attention. Looking through the window, Sombra saw three scruffy looking guys on a grassy field digging holes with shovels. Any other day the Royal would’ve assumed the three of them were mere peasants doing manual labor, but seeing the erratic placements of the holes they dug made no logical sense. No, they weren’t making holes for some type of gardening or construction project. They were digging as if they were searching for something. So Sombra let his curiosity get the better of him and rapidly went outside to where the three diggers were. “You three! I demand to know what you are doing!” Sombra order with a booming voice that made the diggers turned exalted. “Uh?! Who the heck asks?” the gray teen wearing a red vest asked angry for being rudely interrupted. “I’ve never seen him before.” Another digger, the biggest of the three, answered with a voice that denoted he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. “Boss, I think his one of the new transfer students everyone keeps talking about.” The third one, and by far the shortest, pointed out with an annoying voice. All in all, they were the scruffiest, dumbest, and more annoying people (if one could even call them that) that Sombra had encountered at this school. And they were quiet ugly too. “So this is the bottom of the barrel.” “Is that so?” The one with the vest, which was the apparent leader, turned back towards Sombra and yelled “What the heck do you want with us, pretty boy!?” “I demanded an answer out of you three.” Sombra stated flatly, afraid that if he embellished his speech these three would ever understand him. “I want to know what you are doing!” “What is it to you?!” The leader responded rudely diminishing Sombra’s patience with these hole diggers. “Don’t you know you should never question your betters?” Sombra only wanted an answer, but it seemed that the commoners lacked the intelligence to properly address someone of his stature. “What did you say?!” The leader shouted, losing he’s temper. “He thinks he’s better than us, boss!” the little runt shrill in that annoying voice of his. “You think you’re better than us, Pretty Boy?!” The dumb looking one joined too, thinking he was clever. “Yes I am.” Sombra affirmed without a hint of irony. “I am a king and you are mere dogs.” “Oh yeah! Well we are going to whoop your royal butt, your highness.” The leader cracked his knuckles trying to intimidate Sombra. “Yeah! Let’s show him boss!” “We’ll teach you not to mess with us!” The two underlings also tried to look intimidating, but failed to impress. “Oh? You want to fight?” The Royal smirked almost predatorily. He never surrendered the opportunity to show commoners their proper place: underneath the sole of his shoe. “I take it back; calling you dogs is a disservice to all loyal hounds of war.” “Now!” The leader of the group shouted and the three of them jumped at Sombra at the same time. [x-x-x] “So? Want to tell me now what I want to know or should I teach you three another lesson?” Sombra asked as he literally stood over the piled bodies of the three diggers, proudly and as full of himself as ever. “N-No…we tell…we tell…”whimpered the leader. “Good! Now that’s a good dog! Obedient to your master!” Sombra mocked. “Master?” “Yes. I defeated you and now I claim your service instead of claiming your lives!” Sombra declared as if it were fact and not completely bonkers and ilegal. “Aren’t I a benevolent king?” “Yes…” the trio answered unable to complain after the sound defeat at Sombra’s prowess. “Yes, what?” Their new master asked expectantly. “Yes…Master Sombra…” “Good dogs!” The self proclaimed king smiled wickedly and demanded once again. “Now tell me, what were you digging around. What were you looking for?” He asked once again and when it looked like they were going to remain silent, he pressed his feet on top of them. "Tell me or else..." “W-we were looking for…”