You Did Something to Make Her Love You

by MixA4

Monday

It's 6:13 in the morning, and you're making a groggy journey to Canterlot High School for a Doctor's Academy meeting.

"I'd bet they scheduled the meeting on a Monday morning just to fuck with the students involved." You say aloud, despite no one being around. You are not a morning person in the slightest, especially not on Mondays. Add in a mandatory meeting with a bunch of stuck-up jerks, and you have a morning straight out of Hell. You're about to open the back doors when you hear it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

A very loud scream pierces the air, tearing your attention away from the school. You turn toward the origin, your mind still reeling from shock, and find that it came from the Track. Without wasting a beat, you run over to investigate who made that scream, and why.

Upon approaching the track field, you see a rainbow-haired student lying on the ground. She's holding her ankle in pain, and tears stream from the corners of her eyes. Upon seeing you, she waves you down.

"You! Come here, please! My ankle, I-I think it's broken! Please, help!"

You waste no time and run to her side.

"What happened?" You ask.

"I-I was running, I tripped and smashed my leg, I think it's broken!" Her shaky hands don't leave the injury. You decide it would be best to examine the injury for yourself to determine whether you should call ambulance or not.

"I want to have a look at it, but let's get you off the ground first." You say. On que, you scoop her up in your arms and carry her over to the bleachers. She isn't expecting it, and instinctively throws her arms around your neck. You sit her down on the bottom row, being careful not to bump her leg.

"I need to look at your ankle to see how badly you've injured it," You begin. "Do you mind if I take off your boot to get a better look?" The girl bites her bottom lip, nervousness is apparent on her face.

"Okay." She finally agrees. You undo her shoelaces and carefully start removing the boot, wiggling it a bit at a time to avoid putting her in further pain. The girl sucks air in through her teeth as the boot starts to come off, but relaxes when it's fully removed. You slowly strip off the rainbow colored athletic sock (What's with this girl and rainbows?) and expose her beautifully toned leg. From what you can see, there's no immediate indicators of a break.

"Where does it hurt?" You ask. She motions toward her foot, around the Achilles' tendon. Carefully, you place your hands around the site, but the girl instantly rejects the action.

"Hey, hey, HEY!" She draws her leg back, her expression becomes irritated. "What do you think you're doing, you pervert?!"

"I'm trying to feel for fractures or other signs of injury that require immediate medical attention," You reassure her. "I promise, I'm only trying to help." Her expression softens to a nervous stare, and she slowly brings her leg back. Carefully, you start reassessing for signs of injury, starting this time from the knee and working your way down. However, you can't help but notice how smooth her legs feel. Extremely athletic and almost perfectly sculpted, you feel your face get a bit warm as you chase some unsavory thoughts from your head and resume checking for injury. As you reach the joint, she flinches, and her expression becomes pained. Around the injury site, you feel a small amount of swelling on the inside of her leg, and an abnormal patch of heat on the opposite side. From what you can tell, she simultaneously pulled one muscle and sprained another. Thankfully, there's no signs of a break.

"It's not broken," You say, looking the girl in the eyes. "But you won't be walking on it for a few days."

"Wh-what?" She asks.

"You've really messed up your leg. I'd doubt you could stand, much less walk on it."

"Oh, no.." The girl says.

"Is something wrong?" You ask. "I mean, besides the dead leg?"

"Yeah, I left all my stuff at home!" She says. "My books, homework, everything is at home, I really need it!" She tries to stand up, but quickly sits back down.

"No no, don't stand on it!" You say.

"But I need to go home and grab my stuff! I can't miss today, and if my grades fall, I won't be able to do sports anymore!"

Right, because she's totally a viable player in her current condition. You let out a sigh, glancing at your watch. The meeting was already in progress, and frankly, you didn't care about making it anymore.

"Where's your house?" You ask.

"It's about a mile and a half away from here." She points to towards the southern part of the school.

"Alright, let's go then."

"But I can't-" You stop her mid sentence by picking her up in your arms. "Hey, what're you doing?"

"I'm going to take you home to pick up your stuff." You say.

"Uh, no it's fine, I can get there on my own." She protests, motioning for you to set her down.

"Not with that foot, you can't."

"No, really, I'll be okay, you don't have to do this."

"No, I don't." You say. "But you need the help, I have no problem providing it."

The girl bites her lip, anxiously glancing toward the school.

"Alright, fine, but just drop me off at home. I can get back on my own." Something about how she says that makes you think she really couldn't. "Oh, yeah, and my name is Rainbow Dash."

"I'm Blu Jay. While it is nice to meet you, I wish we could've met under different circumstances."

"Agreed." She replies.

The walk to Rainbow's house passes in utter silence. The whole time she keeps shooting you nervous glances, as if she doesn't know what to expect from you. With plenty of time before school starts, you arrive at Rainbow's home, a large, two story house.

"Thank you for the help, Blu." She says.

"How're you going to get back to school?" You ask. "Do you have a way back?" Rainbow Dash flinches.

"I, uh, I'm still working on that part." She says, looking away timidly.

"Rainbow, I can take you back to school, it's not a big deal."

"I really couldn't ask that of you," she says. "You've already done a lot just by bringing me here. I couldn't ask you to take me all the way back."

"It's really not a problem. If you need the assistance, I'm more than happy to help, but I can't let you crawl around on your injured leg. It's just not right." Rainbow Dash hesitates.

"Okay, but really, you don't need to keep doing all this for me." She says.

You carry her up to her house and she unlocks the door for you.

"My parents are at work, we should be, erm..." Her face reddens slightly. "Alone... Y-you can put me down, I can get to my room."

"Is it upstairs?" You ask.

"Well, yeah.." Before she can fight you any further, you carry her up the stairs to the second floor.

"My room is to the left." She points to a door at the end of a hallway. A poster of the Blue Angels hangs proudly on the door.

"The Blue Angels?" You ask.

"Yeah, I know it's stupid, I-"

"No no! Are you kidding? I love the Blue Angels! I wish I could be a Blue Angel!" Rainbow Dash giggles.

"They were my childhood heroes, I always wanted to be right there in one of the jets with them." Rainbow Dash opens the door and exposes the disaster that is her room. The bed is trashed, blankets covered the windows, various clothes littered the ground. Crimson appears on Rainbow Dash's cheeks.

"Oh, man, I forgot to clean my room..." She says. "Sorry about the mess.." You grin.

"You should see my room. It almost takes a HAZMAT suit to cross." Your eyes land upon one of Dash's bras hanging in a doorway. You can feel your face reddening.

"Hey, uh, I'll wait downstairs for you, we'll leave whenever you're ready." You say, setting her down on the bed. She smiles at you graciously.

"Uh, I'm going to hop in the shower before we leave, if that's alright." She says.

You didn't say anything, but she needed one. Dash closes the door behind you, and you head downstairs to the living room. You park yourself on a couch, trying to recover from the sleep loss you experienced from earlier. Upstairs, you hear the water turn on, presumably for Dash's shower.

A short time passes before the water stops. Moments later, Dash limps down the stairs in fresh clothes and her backpack slung over her shoulder.

"Hey, uh, Blu? Are you ready?" She asks with a smile.

"Yeah, let's get going." You say, ignoring your muscle's plea to abort the plan. "You look really nice." Dash blushes a bit from the compliment. You her pick up her once more, only this time, she voluntarily puts her arms around your neck.

"It's really awesome of you to do all this for me." She says.

"It's nothing, really." You say, although your arms would sincerely beg to differ.

You leave the house with Dash in your arms, and you begin the walk back to the school.

"I do want to know, why are you doing this for me, though?" Dash asks. You pause for a moment, unsure of how to answer. Truth be told, you don't even know why you're doing this for a girl you haven't known for two hours.

"It's... It's just the right thing to do. If I had injured myself like that, I'd want someone to help me too." You say.

"But carrying me home and back? That's a lot to do for someone you've never met before." You shrug.

"You needed help. I could provide the help." You say. Dash smiles at you.

"I hope I'm not too heavy for you." She grins.

"Nah, you're a paperweight." You lie right through your teeth. Truth be told, if she weren't hurt, you would've dropped her to spare what's left of your upper body strength.

"Sure." She says sarcastically.

The rest of the walk continues on with light conversation between you and Dash. She never does lose the grin on her face, even when you finally drop her off to her class.

"You'll be okay, right?" You ask. Your biceps and triceps are begging for a yes.

"My friends will be here really soon, they can help me out." She says, that dorky smile is still spread across her face.

"Are you sure?" You ask, giving her a doubtful look.

"I promise, they'll help me." She reitterates.

"Alright, good," you say. "Have a great day, Dash." Before you can leave, Dash stops you and pulls you into a big hug.

"Thank you, really." She whispers, before limping into her first class.

Something about the way she said that and the smile she gave you just goes right through to your heart.

With very sore arms and a big, dumb smile, you head off to your first class.

The rest of the day passes mostly without other incident. You pass by Dash in the hallways, being held up by one of her friends with red and yellow striped hair. She sees you and waves at you with a smile, you return pleasantries and continue with your day.