"Who is this girl?"
"This was a bad idea," you think as you walk down the halls of Canterlot High. You've been here only four days and you are already sick of how pretentious and superficial everyone is around here. "If only I was in Ponyville. Where everypony cares even a bit for others instead of shining their own asses so others can kiss them..."
You are so immerse in your own thoughts you don't see the 1’90 meters tall guy in front of you before you bump into him. At first glance you could have mistaken him with a 3x3 lockers pack.
"Be careful, shimmy feet!" he yells at you and some of the ponies around him, his friends you assume, start laughing. You decide to ignore him and just keep walking to your next classroom. Unluckily, he doesn't seem to be over as he places himself in front of you.
"Hey stuffed ears, I'm talking to you," he tells in a slightly threatening tone. "Don't they teach you in your farm-village you have to apologize when you hit somepony?" he asks while he pokes your chest with his sausage-like finger. You're about to reply when a soft but firm voice speaks from his group of friends.
"Let him leave, Thunder, bullying freshboys has never been your style," you hear and turn around to identify your possible saviour to see a white unicorn with long pale pink hair. She's quite beautiful and, by the looks of her and her comment, you can guess she's older than you.
Thunder growls something and steps aside, letting you pass but when you're about to go he grabs one of your shoulders and leans over you. "You're lucky Fleur is in a good mood today," he whispers before releasing you and leaving with his group of friends. After quickly regaining your composure you look back at the group of Thunder and Fleur. They are already minding other business but you would swear she took a quick glance at you just before you looked at them.
Fleur... you've heard that name before but you can't remember exactly who she is. She was very pleasant to the eye and she must be in second or third senior year. But you can't manag-
RIIIIING
You were so lost in thought you didn't even notice you were standing still in the same place and classes are about to start. You hurry up to your classroom hoping Mr. Cranky doesn't give you one of his “bad omen” stares. You can remember about that Fleur girl later.
"And so after the rising of King Sombra in the Crystal Empire, the cities of Ponyville and Canterlot decided to join their forces in order to face..."
You silently sigh while you spin a pen between your fingers. Equestrian History has always been your "boredoom" subject. Having to remember dates, names and events has never gotten into you since you can remember and even if Mr. Cranky is trying his best to make the lesson interesting, History stills being History.
The hour slowly advances until you feel a poke in your arm. You look and see Mist Glider, a pegasus friend of you, looking at you and holding a small piece of paper under his table. You make sure Mr. Cranky is busy writing on the board and reach for Mist's note.
"Hey, I heard you bumped into that Thunder gorilla before. You ok?"
You fake a cough to hide the grin which comes to your face. Mist is one of the few ponies who's been nice to you in CHU. He's very caring for his friends and he also manages to always put his own sense of humor to soften things.
"Yeah no prob. One of his friends, Fleur was her name, stopped him" you write and give him back the note. You could levitate it but magic always does that subtle and snitchy sparkling sound. You've learnt it thanks to a couple of visits to the detention room.
He reads it and you see how his expression turns to a mix of silly smile and disbelief. He quickly writes before returning you the piece of paper. "Fleur? Fleur De Lis? No way dude! One of the most popular girls in CHU saved ur ass??U lucky bastard!"
So Fleur De Lis was her full name. Now you can remember what you've heard about her. She's in Third Year although she should be in Second. She's also the president of the debate club and, by what you saw before, she has friends on the sports club. Beautiful, smart and well contacted. This girl has everything for sure.
"Ahem ahem," both of you are taken out of your messaging situation by one of Mr. Cranky's throat clearing. He's looking at both of you with a slightly hard look but he doesn't say a word before returning to the lesson. You get the warning and pass the paper to Mist one last time after checking Mr. Cranky is busy writing a strange and long name on the board.
"We'll talk after class"
You don't want to risk it again. One doesn't get a discreet warning from Cranky Doodle Donkey oftenly. Better not to temp luck again.
"What? Fleur de Lis helped you for no reason?"
"Shhh," Mist says while he covers Lemon Heart's mouth with one of his wings. "We don't want to make a scene, Lemy" he quietly says after checking nobody in the cafeteria is looking at your group.
"Mist I can't-pff-feathers-ack" Lemon Hearts tries to speak but her face is still covered by Mist's wing. You can't make sure if it has turned red because of embarrassment or oxigen deprivation.
"Oh c'mon guys. It can't be that strange" you say as you wave one hand to dismiss the point and also push Mist’s wing back so Lemon Hearts gets some space to breathe. "She must have helped others before, right?”
“Well she has,” Moon Dancer agrees from the other side of the table without taking her eyes out of the book she’s reading, “The thing is, she has always helped when there was something to get in exchange.”
“Yeah, like that time she accepted to help the drama club because they let her use the theater for one of her debate club events,” continues Bon Bon, who’s sitting next to the glassed-eye unicorn, “Or when she convinced the art club to make a biiiiig painting —she opens her arms to symbolize the scale— for one of her social parties in exchange for crediting them. Or when-”
“Okay okay I get it,” you cut her, “I’m a lucky guy because she helped me and I didn’t have to pay with my blood so now half of CHU is jealous of me?” you ask with exasperation.
“Yup,” your four friends answer at the same time.
“Just my luck. When I thought things couldn’t get any worse…” you say with a surrendering sigh and dump your head in the table. A couple of seconds pass in silence before Mist retakes the conversation.
“So changing to a brighter theme,” he says and pats your back, “What do you guys think about making something special for this weekend?” he asks with excitement.
"I hope this time is something really special," Lemon Hearts replies with a piece of nag in her voice. “Because visiting that elderly house wasn’t that exciting.”
"Indeed. I must say that, although we managed to made them have a fun evening, visiting the elderly play center was a bit...disappointing." Moon Dancer adds and her face blushes a bit before she hides behind her book.
"Uh you guys. Always thinking about yourselves and just having fun," Mist answers and sighs. It would make you feel bad if it wasn't for the comical defeat gesture you see he's doing when you take a quick pick before sinking your head again in the plastic table, "Well you can relax because this one is truly more exciting."
"And what is it, Misty? A picnic at the park? A visit to the museum so you can get privacy with Moon?" Lemon Hearts asks as she pokes one of Moon Dancer’s arms. She loves teasing these two even if it’s not clear, even for both of them, what’s between them.
"Of course not!" Moon Dancer rapidly answers as her face turns from pale yellow to tomato red. Then she turns to Mist, "I hope not!" she inquiries, almost demanding an answer.
"Yeah Mist, show your cards," you say finally pulling yourself up, "all this hype is killing me." You add with clear sarcasm.
"Don't worry Dancy. It's something way better than that. Mares and stallion, hold to your pants and skirts!" he claims while he stands up and triumphantly pulls five tickets from his pocket. Your other friends fall silent, mouths ajar and eyes opened wide.
"No way," almost whispers Bon Bon, her surprise expression turning into a beaming smile.
"Don't tell me you got-" starts to say Moon Dancer but stops as she covers her mouth with both of her hands.
"And we are not gonna-” says Lemon Hearts but she stops as she was unable to finish the sentence.
“Guys, what is this about. What are those tickets for?” you ask looking at each one of them as you don’t get what they are talking about and the tickets are constantly flashing with the cafeteria lights, making impossible to read whatever might be written on them.
“WE ARE GOING TO THE WUB DROPPER’S GRAND OPENING!” the four of them suddenly shout as they stand up from the table.
“Can somepony explain me what’s going on here and why am I the only pony who doesn’t know a thing?” you nearly cry in exasperation.