Anarchy in the Equestrian Nation

Union Jack entered the courtyard the exact same way he had on Day Zero, about two days ago. Today was Friday, the last day of the week. He was undoubtedly going to be in for the same he'd experienced yesterday, but the fact that it was the last day of the school week lightened his mood somewhat. When he had trotted over to the Outcasts' table, he saw an earth pony with a white coat, black mane and tail with red tips, and a cutie mark consisting of a pair of DJ headphones standing at one edge of the table. Union Jack lifted his mask and smiled. "You a new student?"

The earth pony lifted off his headphones and said "Sorry, what? Couldn't hear you." Union Jack asked again, and the earth pony replied "No, I've been here a while, I was just sick the last couple days. Name's Turntable. What's yours?"

"Union Jack." he replied, "Or just Jack if you prefer."

Suddenly a cacophony of voices echoed from behind him. It was the same bullies from yesterday, the ones who were calling him names and threatening him, teasing him about wearing a gas mask. He lowered his head and his whole body started shaking in anger. Eventually after one particularly vicious taunt, he spun around, enraged.

"WHAT THE BUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME!?" The other ponies had gotten the rise they wanted, and were laughing their flanks off, at least until their leader was hit head on by what felt to him like a tan-and-red freight train. The other two watched their leader being pinned to the ground by the infuriated Union Jack, turned tail, and ran as fast as they could for the school gates.

Union Jack raised a hoof in preparation for beating the living moonlight out of the bully, grinning like a madman as he brought it down directly between his opponent's eyes. The bully was dazed, but regained his senses quickly enough to see Union Jack getting ready to bear down on him with both front hooves in a hammer blow. The bully raised a hoof as if to stop the crushing blow, and squeaked out "Please don't hurt me. I was joking! You knew that right?" He grimaced as he prepared for the pain of a pair of hooves being driven into his skull, but Union Jack had lowered his hooves a little.

"Beg enough, and I might let you go." To Union Jack, those words made him sound like a psychopathic killer from a cheesy slasher movie, but to the bully they were genuinely terrifying.

"Please, let me go! I didn't think the insults were actually making you mad!" he pleaded. Union Jack brought one of his hooves down onto his enemy's chest, and stood up.

"Just don't do it again. You do, and next time you won't be getting up." Union Jack walked back to the table in triumph, but found everyone shrinking back away from him. "Relax, guys. I'm bipolar. It only takes a few seconds for me to cool off, and I have enough self control not to hurt any of you." They shrank back a little more.

"You crazy? You could've seriously gotten in trouble for that!" exclaimed Turntable.

The 8:35 bell rang, interrupting both their thoughts. "We better get to class." said Black Bell.

--A few minutes later--

Union Jack listened to Mr. Emcee drone on about projectile trajectories, and had to struggle from yawning. Physics wasn't very interesting to him, mostly because he preferred PAD to any of the other classes. A small slip of paper hit his desk, and he slipped it into his notebook, leaned back, tipped his notebook against the edge of the desk, and took a few notes off the blackboard before he read the note.

Two things, Union Jack.

1. The Outcasts forgive you.

2. I'd like to thank you for setting me up with Manga. Last night was our first date, and it was amazing!

-Vagabond

He breathed a noiseless sigh of relief. The Outcasts had let go of what he did this morning, that was good. But what was better was knowing that the mare he loved was happy even without him. He wrote his thoughts on the paper, and was prepared to slide it along the floor unnoticed, but at the last second an idea had popped into his head. Taking a quick glance at his notes to determine how he needed to toss the note for the trajectory to land it right in Vagabond's notebook (Mr. Emcee WAS right! he thought. This lesson IS useful!), he used his magic to fling it across the room. Mr. Emcee caught sight of it, and decided to call Union Jack out on it.

"Union Jack, are you passing notes?" he asked.

"No sir. I was actually testing the formulas you showed us on the arc of a thrown projectile." Union Jack snarked.

"Good stallion. Now, as I was saying..." he continued drilling the formulas into the other students.

Union Jack simply couldn't believe it! His teacher couldn't recognize sarcasm! He counted himself lucky and rested his head on his upright hoof again, nearly falling asleep.