-CHAPTER ONE-

I thought I had it golden. I thought, 'Just get through high school, and you're good.'. Boy, was I mistaken. Canterlot was a lot more different than Whinneapolis. Everything felt a lot...more...fake? Everyone had an IPone, literally everyone. The principals, Stuck-up kids, even the Amish. It's a special type of hell. Anyways, I'm Anonymous Johnson, and my parents died in a business trip to Neighjing when I was 12. To be honest, nothing changed. They weren't around more than half the time, so I learned how to do most everyday tasks by myself. And by myself I mean by google. I knew enough about regular society to where I could probably survive on the streets. And it really helps around Canterlot, because everybody in this city is too fucking enveloped in media to even have a nice day out in the city. That means that there's a lot of people who neglect their house, which provides me a job. I didn't really need a job, though. I inherited enough money to start at least eight businesses. Let's just say they were pretty big names in the trade world.

Otherwise, let's get back to this shitty school. Everyone is exactly the stereotype of bougie. They would talk about serious topics with no real info behind their own beliefs. They would read something off of Facehoof, and instantly believe it's true. They're all clouded by their money. I bet it wouldn't take them 5 minutes to ask for Wi-Fi if they were stuck on an island. There's one asshole of a lady who is an unspoken leader of these kind of people, and her stupid-ass name is Rarity. God, I fucking hate her. She never treats anyone outside of her little six-friend circle with a bit of respect, especially me. She says that I'm "dirty", and "uncouth.", when she wouldn't even be able to spell the latter. Then, she'll tell the network of students at this school false rumors. "He fucks animals.", or "I saw him making out with a guy once.". I really don't understand where her motives came from for trying to make each of my days at the school shitty. She's a cunt.

It's been three years of this shit, and I plan to change how I handle it this year.

Ah, the first day of the last year of high school. The feeling of being happy that you're getting out of the loop and also the feeling of wanting to vomit because of the imminent adult responsibilities. Mixed together, they make a mental vertigo. I carry myself to the gym, where we sit in line to hear the bullshit that the principal and the sports kids feed us.

"Hello, everyone!" The Principal says.

I don't know what to think of Principal Celestia. She's got an absolute tasty body, but from what I hear, she only gets it on with completely ripped dudes. That includes the students, as well. At this point, even if I'm out of her league, I'm scared to even graze her ass. I might catch something from her.

"It's refreshing to see all of your lovely faces back here!"

That honestly felt like an empty statement. Basically everyone was messing around on their phone, or talking to a nearby friend. Disgusting. I mean, I've got an IPone, but I'm not glued to it.

The Principal clears her throat from the dead silence. "Let's make this year a good year." She says, sullenly. She then hands the microphone to a girl.

Then comes up the rainbow-haired cunt herself, Rainbow Dash. The only thing preventing her from being as bad as Rarity is her sweet ass and the fact that she barely messes with me. Which is weird, knowing that she's probably the biggest bully out of all of the six.

"Get a load of this. I bet she'll say something fake as hell." Gilda nudged into me.

Ah, Gilda. One of the very few I could come close to standing around here. She had family problems, so she was put up for adoption within her first decade of life. The only reason she goes here is because she got adopted by a well-off family. She despises them, but never brings it to them face-to-face. I get it too; that's her food and roof over her head right there.

I smirk at her remark silently.

"How are my Wondercolts doing?" Rainbow Dash shouted.

As if rising from the dead, everyone jumped up and roared in cheer. I'll never understand.

"That's what I like to hear. Now, this year, we're trying to make it to nationals on the soccer team. So, if you don't mind, let's get pumped for the team!"

Stomps could be heard throughout the gym. I feel like I'm going to vomit. I droned through the rest of the rally, until they told us to go to our home room. Gilda followed next to me. Coincidentally enough, she has the same home room. What wasn't was as great of a coincidence was that Rarity had it also. Fuck. I don't think I'll last this year. I sit at the desk closest to the door, Gilda sitting next to me, as always. Best buds. The posh idiot sat behind us.

"Okay. Is everyone here?" Says the elderly teacher at the front of the class.

"Yep." Gilda says. I stifle laughter.

"Wait, that can't be right! One of my friends has this class, too!" Rarity interjects. Her voice wasn't refreshing.

"Well, we can't get everything we want, can we princess?" Gilda responds, turning around.

"Shut up, Gilda. I wasn't talking to you."

She was lucky she caught Gilda on a good day.

"Nobody needed to hear you talk, anyways." I cut in.

"You don't have any room to talk, you callous bootlicker!"

This produced an "ooh" from the crowd. Nobody jumped in to help. They just watched in amusement and fear. She didn't catch me on a good day. I stood up and leaned over the desk at her.

"You mind repeating that to me?" I asked. Our glares created lightning.

"What are you going to do, hit a girl?" She replied sassily.

"Only one that tries to act like a man."

"Sit down, Mr. Johnson!" The teacher yelled.

I exhaled steam into Rarity's face. "Yes sir." I responded, sitting back down. I might not show it, but I know how to handle myself in the right ways.

"Just like the gritter to follow orders." She muttered.

I jumped out of my seat. "Excuse me, bitch?" I exclaimed. The class went dead silent

"Anon!" The teacher yelled to no avail.

She stood up as well. "You heard me.".

I'm flabbergasted. She's being outright rude now. She's never been this bad in such a concentrated moment.

"It amazes me how much of a classist cunt you are sometimes." I say bitterly. Some students gasped. Oh no! Cuss words!

"And it amazes me how dumb you are." she retorts.

I scrunch my face in an angered confusion. "What do you even mean? Have you seen my grades?" I ask.

"I don't even need to see your grades. You just act dumb."

"That doesn't make sense! If anyone here's an idiot, it's you! You don't even have any support to back up your claims! What grade did I make in Calculus last year?" I fire off at her. She stays silent.

"Do you even know what Calculus is?" I ask sourly.

"Well, I don't think I can trust the word of someone who fucks dogs." She replied.

People screamed "Oh!" after she said that. She smiles, as if she won this argument. I'm getting sick of seeing her smug face.

I spat on her dress. I knew that would freak her out, and it did. She gasped in pure shock. She looked at her shirt, then at me, rather angrily. I kinda knew what was coming next, but I didn't react quickly enough. She slapped me, pretty hard. Hard enough to where my face turned, and I had to step back. Gilda got up now. She knew when to jump in.

"Hey! That's enough! You two, to the office. Now!" The negligent teacher ordered.

"Not until I'm done with her." Gilda growled.

I stopped her from doing anything. "Don't." I said, rubbing my face, "I've already won.". She looked at me as if she was slapped herself.

"I got this." I said, smiling at her.

I walked out the door, Rarity following further behind. I felt her eyes on me.

"I won that fight." She stated, trying start stuff up again.

I stopped and turned around, trying to ignore her statement. I want, no, I need for this feud to end. "Can I ask you something?"

"I won't listen, but sure." She replied, walking past me. I followed behind her.

I sighed. "Why do you insist on attacking me? Like, isn't there anything else you can do?"

She didn't change her movements. At least I'm trying.

"You know, I used to be nice. I used to say 'Hey!', and 'What's up?' all the time to you and your friends. What changed?" I prodded.

Still no response. I thought of more things that crossed my mind.

"I used to think you were 'okay' compared to some of the people around here. You were kinda cute."

She stopped. I almost bumped into her.

"Did you say I was...cute?" She asked, turning around to face me.

I blushed. I didn't mean to say that. Honestly, most of these girls are bombshells if they didn't talk.

"Yeah..." I said.

She looked me up and down, wearing an indescribable face.

"Well, that's what I expected from pig filth like you." She said coldly. She walked off.

My face quickly changed from smitten to sour quickly. I stomped after her towards the principal's office. Celestia and Rarity were both sitting down when I opened the door. I slumped into the seat parallel to Rarity.

"Now, do you two mind telling me why you're sitting in my office? Today, of all days." Principal Celestia said.

I expected Rarity to spout off, but she didn't. Instead, she sat impatiently with her arms crossed. I guess it's my turn to talk.

"Well, we traded some foul words, and she slapped me." I said.

"Only after he spat on my dress." Rarity grumbled.

Then there was silence. Celestia looked at both of us with her weird, professional demeanor.

"How come you two never get along?" She asks.

"You too?" Rarity groans.

Celestia shoots a glare her way. That makes Rarity straighten up.

"I honestly don't know. I was trying to ask her why on the way here." I said.

"Is this true, Rarity?" Celestia asks.

Rarity shrugs. "Sure. But it didn't help."

I throw my hands in the air in disbelief. "Do you see what I have to deal with?" I ask desperately.

"Calm down, Anon. You're not the victim here." She says. "Neither of you are."

She sighs. "Which of you started..." She pointed back and forth between me and Rarity, "... this crap?"

"I did." I confessed. Half so that Gilda doesn't get involved, Half so I could shorten my detention time. "I started the argument."

Celestia sighed once more, closing her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "You two are going to shake hands and forgive each other, or I'm giving you both detention for two weeks."

Me and Rarity both looked at her like she's crazy. She looked back at us impatiently.

"Well?" She raised her voice.

I extended my hand in desperation towards Rarity. "I'm sorry." I say instantly.

Rarity met my hand quickly. "I'm sorry as well."

"Good. Now get back to class." Celestia ordered.

We walked out quickly, like kids that thought their parents were going to spank them if they were slow about it. The walk back felt less intense.

"Can just agree to disagree?" I finally spark conversation.

"Sure." She says vacantly.

"Rarity. I'm serious." I turn her towards me. "We need to stop this. We're both basically adults."

"Okay, fine." She says, shrugging me off.

"You're not making this easy." I said.

She stayed silent, looking at the floor.

"Now, can you tell me why this all started? I know, I should've asked this earlier, but-"

She interrupted my statement with a kiss. I stood stiff as she walked into the classroom.

What in the hell was that for? She actually likes me?

Why did she wait this whole time to show me?

I walk into class silently.

"Nice of you to finally join us again, Johnson." the teacher says.

'Yeah, fuck you too.' I said in my head.

I sat next to Gilda. The teacher resumed with his lesson, but she looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"She didn't do shit." I whispered.

"Dammit." Gilda slapped the table. "Rarity deserved something. She fucking slapped you."

"We forgave each other so that we didn't both get detention."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So how are things between you and her? All good?"

"I don't know." I said, slipping a glance at her. She was looking straightforward, trying to play off what she did back there.

"Weird."

"Yeah.... Hey, what are your next classes?" I asked, out of the blue.

"Uh... I got Shop and Home Ec. Y'know, because we need that credit."

I snickered. "Yeah... nothing else?"

"Nah. I got all my credits out of the way. I don't plan on doing much. Just working a some car repair place."

"10-4. I'm the same. Got enough math experience for engineering."

She nodded.

The bell rang. That was fast. The teacher gave all of us a book to read, and we went on our way.

It's been a while since anyone has kissed me. Does Rarity actually like me? Why would she mess with me so much, then? I'll have to find out sooner or later.

In Shop, me and Gilda met Applejack.

"Howdy, Anon! Fancy meeting you here!" She greeted. Most of the six are fine with me.

"Yo." I replied.

"Gilda." She said cautiously.

"Jack." Gilda replied bitterly. Not good history with the six and her.

We circled around the teacher's desk, the only desk, in the workshop.

"Good evening, greasers!" Our boisterous teacher welcomed us with his all too familiar accent.

The shop teacher is a cool guy. He used to be a mercenary for some weird company. He's an engineer, like what I want to be. His blue fatigues are still hanging in his back office.

"Now, my name's Dell, but you all can refer to me as Mr. Conagher."

Such a cool name. Hopefully this class will get Rarity off my mind.

"I don't really see any fresh faces here. Flatterin', but also disappointin'."

We all laughed. He clapped his gloves together after we all fell silent.

"Well, if we're all sitchiated, let's get some work done! My truck needs some fixin'! Y'all know where the safety equipment is."

We all grabbed our goggles and gloves, and got to work on Mr. Conagher's truck. Shop work on the first day. Radical. It was even cooler because his truck was one of those old-fashioned milk jug trucks you would see out in the countryside. I got to work replacing the wood boards on the side of the bed, while Applejack and Gilda both changed the oil. Others would replace the tires, and do other various pieces of work. At one point, I noticed that Applejack's phone was blowing up. She wouldn't stop receiving texts. We were fairly experienced, so we got done with most of the work by the end of the hour.

Ah, Home Ec. The liberal arts course of high school. The teacher was the most delicate of them all. She's almost as much of a doormat as Fluttershy. She's cute, though. Rarity has this class, as well.

"Looks like the hand hasn't been dealt in our favor." Gilda whispers.

I snicker lighter than usual.

"You okay, bro? You haven't been acting right since you went to the principal's office." Gilda looked at me suspiciously.

"I'm fine. Celestia made us compromise, so no more B.S. from either of us." I replied.

"Oh. I guess that's okay? At least we don't have to listen to her sass anymore."

I giggled.

We didn't really do anything in class except talk about ourselves. You know, so that we could all find out about each other. A good amount of the class just stated that they liked sports. Typical. Class went by quick after that.

I walked out of the door to the high school with Gilda, and pulled out my skateboard.

Gilda laughed at me. "What are you, ten?"

I huffed. "Skateboarding's still fun."

She rolled her eyes.

It was nice that we got off school early. More time to have fun. I rode adjacent to Gilda down a few blocks, until we met our split on the road.

"Well, school sucks yet again." Gilda says

I nod, looking in the distance. "Yep."

"At least we got each other, through and through, huh?"

I look at her. She was holding her hand out, smiling. I returned her gesture. Then, all of a sudden, she wrapped her arms around me in a hug. Gilda was big, so the hug was fairly intense. At least, for my sake.

"Promise that we'll never become strangers?" She asks.

"We've been best buds for, like, four years. I don't plan on it." I squeeze out.

She breaks the hug, and waves goodbye as she turns down her side of the road. That was different of her. Sure, we'd give the normal knuckle-five or punch in the arm, but she's never hugged me. Weird. I skate down towards my lonely home. It's nice and quaint, one of the only one-story houses around here. I don't need much, anyways. A bedroom, guest room, bathroom, kitchen, and living room is all you really need. I plop on the couch, exhausted. Then I check my IPone.

Dear god, what has happened?

-Facehoof: Msg from Rainbow Dash-

Way to go, slayer! Finally, you two did something!

-Msg from Applejack-

Rarity finally lassoed you in? How come you didn't tell me? Good on ya!

-Msg from Fluttershy-

Good to see you two making peace!

-Msg from Pinkie-

OMG!!!!!!!! <3 you guys!

-Msg from Twilight-

Friends in the end. Hope you guys keep it up! :)

My head is spinning. Rarity was planning this all along, and it seems her friends knew the whole time. I lay back on the couch, mind reeling. What the hell am I gonna do? I didn't want this. Part of me still hates Rarity. She's been a thorn in my side for most of my teenage life, and it was because she likes me? That feels pretty asshole-like. Then, my phone buzzed again.

-Msg from Rarity-

We obviously need to talk.

I reply to her. I guess we do.

Then, a knock came to my door.

Author's Note

Tell me if I need to fix something! I'm a growing writer.