Crystals in the heart

"Well it's another beautiful morning in Equestria! Tom?" came the voice of a particular mare.

"Yes, it certainly is, Vinyl," replied Tom.

An automated message sounded over the radio: You’re listening to Dubstep radio on 101.9 FM with Tom and Vinyl Scratch. Lightning Bolt was still half asleep, fumbling about his sheets to hit the volume on his radio.

"Wheres the snooze button?" He clicked it with his hooves, groaning to himself after it ceased its blaring. A little bit later, he rose from his bed, the sun baking his face lightly. “What time is it,” he yawned. “It-s-s-s..... OH MY CELESTIA! I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR CLASS!"

He jumped out of bed not evening bothering with his sheets and booked it down the stairs as fast as his hooves could carry him. "I got to make breakfast!" Lightning glanced at the clock. "Oh My Celestia! I'm so going to be late!" he said in a panicky tone. Lightning hurriedly reached for his books and went to make his lunch.

"Oh, I've no time to pack my lunch!"

(Err…the script has Lightning pack his lunch…)

Lightning Bolt urgently trotted to his room to get the rest of his belongings. "Urgh I'm going to be late. Ok so I might as well buy lunch. I really don't have any time.”

(I won’t say it again, the story has Lightning Bolt PACK his lunch!!!)

"I've got so little time,” Lightning said, hurrying out the door. “Ah there, some bits for later."

(No! Follow the script, make your lunch!!! NOOOO!!!!!)

Lightning wolfed down his breakfast and prepared a teleportation spell. As he was swallowing, he activated his magic and vanished from his current spot.

The hallways were empty, save for one colt hurrying to the class of his destination. Lightning Bolt grunts, "Come On!" The bell rings defiantly in his ears, but he hastens his pace and tries for the door. He can see his class just down the hall.

"GO… GO… GO... AN-N-N-D!" he slides into the room, just as the door is about to close. “I’m…!”

"LATE!" replied Mr.Golden. The teacher scowled at Lightning and handed him a slip of paper. “I figured you would be, so I made this in advance.”

"2 hours?!" Lightning shouted, disbelief all over his face. Snickers rang out from the entire class. "Detention! Aw mare, this blows!" he groaned.

"Well Mr. Bolt, would you be so kind and join the rest of the class?" Mr. Golden said.

The classroom giggles as the class clown trots into class.  Sure he’s the smartest pony in probably the entire academy, but his unruly antics and haughty behavior don’t exactly earn him the respect he should feel he deserves.

"What did Mr.Golden give you?" a colt asked to side.

Lightning Bolt slams his head on his desk and mumbles, "2 Hours."

"That sucks, bro."

Mr. Golden yells, "NO TALKING!" He clears his throat and straightens his mane. "Ok, class, today I will pick your partners for a big project that is worth most of your grade." He lifted the list from his desk and began reading off names, much to Lightning bemusement. Going down the list, he finally came down to....

"Crystal, you’re with Lightning Bolt."

"NO!" They stated unison.

"Yes!" stated Mr.Golden. "I want all partners to set up times, when you can get together with each other and work on the project," he replied. The whole class started to get up and move around to try and find their partners.

"You can do this. It's one project then you don't have to talk with her again." He looked over at the strange mare and frowned. Nopony liked this girl. "Hey… um," Lightning Bolt tried to speak, but his brain failed him.

"Crystal"she stated with sass.

"Salty, aren't we?"Lightning Bolt asked sarcastically.

"Not at all, because ponies are 75% water," she replied in a matter of factually way.

"Well, aren't you just a barrel of laughs?" Lightning said jokingly.

"No, I'm not a barrel, and what is laughter?" she asked quizzically.

"Laughter is an involuntary, physical reaction in ponies, consisting typically of rhythmical, often audible contractions of the diaphragm," Lightning said, talking right out of his ass.

"Whatever," she replied, flaunting her mane. "Um, listen, meet me at my house tomorrow. Here are the directions. I'll see you there."

Before Lightning can speak, the bell rings, signaling the end of homeroom. Crystal leaves without saying a word, leaving Lightning alone and confused.

"Ugh, I can't believe I got stuck with the most emotional challenged, and probably most socially challenged pony as well!" Lightning Bolt complained.