‘She’s not who you think she is.’

Jason spent a good portion of his night after that just staring at his phone, reading the message Pinkie sent him over and over again. For some reason, it baffled him. Not because of what it said, but because of what it implied. Who did he think Diane was? A girl he met in an alleyway by chance, who seemed to understand him better than most people did, and almost immediately made her sexual interest in him known. She was also almost overwhelmingly nice to him and said she wanted to try to change him, more than almost anyone in his life had.

Right now, he didn’t think she was anyone, in reality he barely knew anything about her. He’d be lying if he said that didn’t make things a bit more exciting, the mystery of who she was and what she’d do next made things more interesting. Jason quickly found himself becoming more and more infatuated with her, not only looking forward to the next time they’d meet, but also putting together the pieces of the puzzle. Who she was, why Pinkie Pie was such a touchy subject for her, and why she seemed so...attracted to him.

Which led to the other thing he couldn’t stop thinking about, getting his dick sucked by her in an alleyway.

He’d masturbated before of course, basically any guy that could has. But that was nothing like it, it was a lot more intense and felt way more amazing, there was also a sense of intimacy that came with it, he felt closer to her during those moments than he did with anyone else. The strange thing was he had always had a fear of getting STDs, which is one of the many reasons he avoided others. However, even after the events of last night, he just didn’t feel worried about it, even after she told him she was experienced. Jason really wasn’t sure why, he didn’t just suddenly become careless, but after seeing how concerned she was at times, he just didn’t think she would willingly do something like that to him.

*I guess...I trust her, huh, never thought I would be able to trust someone in highschool.*

At the moment, Jason was in the library, sitting at one of the tables meant for reading in the back. It was currently the middle of breakfast, he got to school early so he could quickly eat breakfast and head here, the same thing he did at his previous school and the same thing he’ll do here to avoid people. He had his arms laying on top of each other with his head buried in them, only his brown hair sticking out. He wore the same thing he had yesterday, this time with the addition of a dark black hoodie that covered most of his upper body. He had his eyes closed and was trying to organize his thoughts, but to anyone else it would look like he was just napping before class, so nobody would bother him.

“Hey there loverboy! Don’t you think it’s a bit early to be napping?”

*Almost nobody, it would seem.*

He didn’t need to raise his head to look who it was, that high pitched childlike voice couldn't be anyone else. He felt Pinkie Pie tussle his hair for a moment before sitting down in the chair beside him, the librarian not even bothering to tell her to quiet down, even they had to just learn to accept Pinkie’s rambunctious personality.

Usually, being touched would make him a little anxious, physical contact just kind of bothered him. Yet sometime yesterday Pinkie touching him just stopped bothering him, not that he particularly enjoyed it either, he felt neutral about it. Either getting so comfortable with Diane was making it easier for him to be around other people, or Pinkie just had a way with people that made them feel relaxed around her, it could have been both honestly.

“I got back last night kind of late, so I’m still a bit groggy.” He said as he raised his head to look at Pinkie, rubbing his eyes a bit to make it look like he’d just been sleeping.

Pinkie looked the same as she always had, though he noticed she wasn’t wearing as much makeup as before. He hadn’t even noticed she had been wearing makeup before until he saw her without it, though the changes were very miniscule. She still looked very pretty and had almost flawless skin, the only difference now was he could see slight bags under her eyes, it seemed she didn’t get much sleep last either. She was sitting on the chair facing him, her legs on top of one another and her arms on the table, one of them pointing upward so she could rest her head on it as she looked at him. Her hair also seemed to have a little less bounce than usual, he wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not.

“You were with her last night, weren’t you?” She said in a passive aggressive tone, her smile faltering for a moment.

Jason may have been terrible at reading a room, and with people in general, but even he could tell that Pinkie had some kind of problem with Diane. He opened his mouth as he was about to ask why they had problems with each other, but then quickly closed it when he remembered how well that went last time.

“Yeah, I was. We...talked for a bit, and I ended up not getting back until it was almost two.”

*Probably shouldn’t mention what exactly we did last night, it was embarrassing enough for me to talk to them about just the kissing, I don’t know if I could handle talking about more than that.*

Pinkie glared at him for a moment, like she could tell there was something he wasn’t telling her. Instead of just glaring at him until he told her, she closed her eyes and gave a reluctant sigh, then opening them and looked at him in concern.

“Do you trust her?” She asked, a more serious tone in her voice than Jason thought she was capable of, it was almost scary.

Luckily for Jason, he had already been thinking about that earlier. He cleared his throat and turned to face her, trying to make the most stern expression on his face as he could.

“I do, is there a reason I shouldn’t?”

Pinkie looked him straight in the eye for a solid thirty seconds like she was trying to win a staring contest with him, and to his surprise, not blinking at all. This was a bit difficult for Jason since looking people in the eye was hard for him, even if it were Diane. So he couldn’t help but exhale when she looked away from him, turning her gaze down to her skirt as she reached into a pocket and pulled out her phone.

He noticed that the case was a cupcake one, he wasn’t really sure what else he was expecting. She turned it on and typed in her password with almost inhuman speed, before scrolling through it like she was looking for something. She suddenly stopped and turned her phone around, extending her arm so the phone was right in his face.

“This is her, right?” She asked hastily.

Jason looked at Pinkie for a moment, then down at the picture she was showing him. It was definitely Diane, those blue eyes, pink skin, and long and straight pink hair that hung off her like a curtain were unmistakable. She seemed to be at some kind of bar, which didn’t seem right since he knew she wasn’t old enough to drink, but it also didn’t really surprise him that much if she lied about her age occasionally to get into places like that. She was leaned over the counter showing off her cleavage, obviously trying to persuade the bartender to keep giving her drinks since from how red her face was and several empty shot glasses around her showed she was plenty drunk already.

The place looked like a strip club or something like that, a party was going on judging from the amount of people around, he was actually a bit surprised there wasn’t anyone trying to hit on her in the picture. He also noticed the clothes she was wearing, which looked very different from what he’s seen her with. A dark pink tank top with a black t-shirt underneath, wearing a leather jacket on top of it all. Her pants were dark black skinny jeans, and her shoes were blue high heels. He had to admit she pulled off the look very well, but somehow it just...didn’t seem to suit her, or maybe that was just because it isn’t what he was used to seeing her in.

Coincidentally, that’s the most clothed he’s seen her, he wasn’t sure whether to be proud of that or not.

“Yeah, that’s...that’s her. Why do you have a picture of her?”

Pinkie pulled the phone out of his face, looking down at it as she seemed to be swiping through photos. “Well, before I answer that, I have to apologize. I kind of half lied to you when I said I didn’t know anyone named Diane, I know of her, but I don’t know her personally. I wanted to wait a little bit to make sure it was the same person, sorry!”

As she apologized, she stopped swiping on her phone, finding whatever she was looking for. She turned it around to face Jason again and pushed it against her face, her cheek squishing against it as she gave him a sheepish smile. On the phone was another picture of Diane, though this one was her in a group photo with two other people he didn’t recognize, holding up a peace sign and smiling at the camera.

“You were right though, she does look just like me, we could be twinsies! She’s got my eyes, my skin, even my fashion, pink! Buuuuuut her hair is completely different from mine, and I don’t really drink, so we’re at least a little different. Also I triple dog checked with my parents and I’m like, ninety nine point nine percent sure neither of them have a secret family or an affair. So I guess she’s just my doppelganger or something!”

Jason stared at Pinkie in shock for a few moments, bringing his hand up to his head and scratching it in confusion before lowering it back down to rest on his leg, every answer just seemed to come with another question.

“Ok, so, wait. You’ve never met Diane? So, then how did you get the picture then?”

She snorted in response, like he asked a question with the most obvious answer in the world.

“I had one of my friends take the picture for me, silly!”

*In hindsight, yeah, that’s pretty obvious.*

Pinkie stopped pushing the phone against her face and laid it in her lap, beginning to text someone. “I couldn’t really tell you when she started showing up, she just sort of did. Some of my friends brought her up to me like you did, asking if she was my sister and stuff like that. I got super interested in her, and kept trying to meet her myself, but I just couldn’t! Believe me, I tried!

Then I heard she likes to go to raves and stuff like that, and I...don’t, not my type of parties. My friend Vinyl Scratch DJ’s and takes gigs at places like that for extra cash, so I asked her if Diane showed up to send me a couple of pictures of her if she showed up, which is how I got these!”

Pinkie showed a few more pictures she had of Diane by swiping her phone, it appeared Pinkie had quite a few pictures of her. All of them were pictures of Diane in a strip club or some other kind of party area, sometimes wearing something that was very revealing, and other times she was wearing significantly more, and she seemed to be at least a little tipsy in most of them.

Normally, seeing a woman in clothing that skimpy would’ve made him blush a bit and look away, even if it was just in a picture. Since it was Diane, and he had already seen the majority of Diane’s body and had it burned into his memory, it didn’t really bother him that much. He also wasn’t going to bother pointing out how strange it was to have that many photos of the same person, he was still trying to categorize what counted as ‘weird’ with Pinkie.

“Alright, that explains that. What did you mean by ‘She’s not who you think she is?’” Jason asked with more of an accusatory tone than he intended, causing her to flinch when he asked.

“That’s...my b, I phrased that wrong. Hmmm, how do I say this?” She asked herself as she began scratching the back of her head, closing her eyes thoughtfully for a moment.

She opened her eyes with a more focused look on her face, lowering her hand and just staring at her phone, almost like she was lost in thought for a moment, an uncharacteristically blank look on her face.

“Actually, almost anytime someone told me they’ve seen her or met her has been at a club or something. She usually only shows up at places with alcohol, I’ve rarely heard of her being anywhere else. Then a couple of months ago, she just sort of...fell off the radar. No one had seen or heard of her for a while, I started getting worried. When you told me you found her, I couldn’t help but feel really relieved! I was afraid she had drank herself to death or something, I’m glad she’s ok.”

Pinkie looked up at Jason with a slight smirk, a look of concern and what seemed like guilt on her face. “It’s strange, but even though we haven’t met, I can’t help but feel connected to her somehow. Like she’s my long lost sister or something, it doesn’t really make sense, but that’s ok, where’s the fun in making sense?” She said with a giggle, though it did little to hide how shaky her voice had gotten.

Jason wasn’t sure how to react, he couldn’t tell if Pinkie was sad or not, he really was terrible with people. He knew he should say something, but he didn’t know what, and he was sure he would say something that would have just made it worse. He stayed there in silence, waiting for Pinkie to say something, and feeling a lot more awkward than he usually did.

“Anyway, about what I meant.” Pinkie suddenly said, her chipper tone returning. She was giving that wide, happy smile again, the one that made even him want to smile.

He still felt a bit concerned about whatever just happened, but it was out of his area of understanding, so he was just going to let it be. She seemed fine now, he didn’t want to risk pushing that.

“This might be a bit presumptuous of me, but I like to think that I’m pretty good at understanding people, I have to to be able to make them happy, you know? Like I said, I haven’t actually met her, but I can make assumptions based on what I know. Unless her behavior’s changed, she’s…” Her smile faltered for a moment, her eyes half closed like she was remembering something unpleasant. “Not in a good place.”

“What do you mean?” Jason asked in a concerned tone.

“People like her...they have an unhealthy way of dealing with things, in the sense that they don’t.”

Pinkie fidgeted in her chair a bit, looking up at Jason for a moment before glancing back down, like it was suddenly difficult for her to look at him. She put her phone back in her skirt pocket and began twiddling her thumbs, needing something to do as she talked to make it easier for her to think if he had to guess.

“Going to parties every other night, drinking until you pass out, those are things you do when you’re trying to distract yourself....or running away from something. I won’t try to guess what she was dealing with, that’s not my business or my right. As much as I’d like to help her if I could, I don’t think she’d accept. She kept going to parties like that and kept drinking, pushing off whatever she was avoiding dealing with for as long as she could. Sure, it works, for a while. Eventually though, it’ll catch up with you, pushing it off like that would just make it worse. When it does…”

She trailed off whatever she was saying, her thumbs stopped moving and her eyes got sadder, he could’ve sworn some strands of her hair go from curly to flat in a few seconds. It was clear she was talking from personal experience, either someone she was close to, or herself. Whatever she was remembering right now was clearly a painful memory, if not straight up traumatic.

Jason may have been borderline useless with people, but he’s seen enough movies to know that when something like this happens, trying to comfort them anyway possible is the best thing to do. He knew physical contact helped a lot, just touching their hand can work. He began reaching his hand forward to touch hers, before quickly retracting it as a wave of social anxiety and thought of messing up came over him.

What if he did something wrong? What if it just made it worse? What if she didn’t want him to touch her? All these thoughts filled his head as he tried to stop himself from shaking, being touched was one thing, initiating the contact was a very different one for him, his social anxiety had always been like that. No matter how comfortable someone was with him, it was an entirely different process for him to get like that with someone else.

Except for Diane, Diane was...special somehow, he was still trying to figure out how.

*Not yet, I’m not there yet, I’m not sure if I ever will be.*

“Pinkie...are you ok?” He asked in a slightly shaky voice, for now asking was all he could do.

That seemed to snap her out of her trance, her eyes widened and she let out a slight ‘huh’ noise as she looked around the library, remembering where she was and what she was talking about.

“Oops! Sorry, zoned out there for a sec!” She said as she brought her fist up to her head and knocked it against it, sticking the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and making a muffled ‘doink’ noise.

*....I’m going to choose to not acknowledge that.*

A few awkward seconds passed by before she returned back to normal, though now she only smirked and it seemed a bit forced, even to Jason.

“As I was saying before my train of thought got derailed, I think all that distracting caught up to her, and she had a breakdown. That’s why she kind of just disappeared, it was just serendipity that the first person to see her again was the guy just transferring in. I can’t really tell you why she wants...that kind of relationship with you though, as far as I know, she wasn’t the type of girl to do hookups and stuff. From what you’ve told me, she seems fine. That’s not reliable though, I also think she’s the kind of person who’s used to putting on a face. She doesn’t like other people to pity her or try to help her, she feels like she has to deal with her problems herself, which is why I don’t think she’d accept my help if I tried to give it. Makes me a bit sad, I want to be close with my doppelganger.”

Jason stared at Pinkie, thinking on what she told him. Everything she said made sense, a frightening amount of sense, actually. It almost sounded like Pinkie was psychoanalyzing her, someone she hadn’t even met. Diane was nice to him and was a good person, but he couldn’t deny there were things he was hiding from her, but he couldn’t blame her for that. He was still basically strangers with her, but that didn’t stop him from noticing things like that. While he wouldn’t have guessed that Diane had spent a lot of time drinking and partying, it didn't surprise him either, there was still a lot about her he didn’t know yet, a lot he wanted to know.

He also couldn’t help but feel...worried for her, if any of what Pinkie was saying was accurate. He wanted to help Diane, the same way she was trying to help him. At the same time, he knew that if she didn’t want to talk about something, she wouldn’t talk about it. If he tried to push it, he might just piss her off. The last thing he wants to do is piss off one of the nicest people he’s ever met, especially not someone who might end up taking his virginity.

“Pinkie, you’re actually really smart, huh?” Jason said blunty.

Pinkie blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to register the compliment she just got. As soon as she did, she waved her hand back and forth as her lips twitched like she wasn’t sure whether to smile or not.

“No! I’m...really not, I just pay attention to things most people don’t think are important. Besides, even if I was, my older sister is way smarter than I am! She’s getting a PhD and is going to be a geologist!”

“I need your help with something, have you ever dated a boy before?”

She suddenly stopped waving her hand, her eyes widening a bit in surprise at his sudden question. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to stutter out a response, before stopping and just lowering her head dejectedly.

“I...haven’t, I’ve never dated anyone. I guess most guys just can’t handle me, huh?”

Her question was rhetorical, but there was a bit of hurt in her voice. Jason couldn’t exactly empathise, sure he’s never dated anyone either, but he didn’t care about that sort of thing. Pinkie was a social butterfly and cared about being friends with everyone, which meant surely there was a boy or two she was interested in that just wasn’t interested back.

What was surprising to him was that there hadn’t been a boy who was interested back, there was plenty of reasons to. Her personality was a bit annoying, sure, but she cared a lot about people and just wanted to make others happy. Plus she had a very pretty face and an above average body, from what he’d just seen, he was pretty sure she was smarter than she let on. It was strange.

*Then again, strange is kind of synonymous with Pinkie.*

“Regardless, I still need your help as a woman. I...don’t know the first thing about romance, or what makes someone attracted to another. Ever since she kissed me, I’ve been struggling to understand what she sees in me. I was hoping with your...talent for paying attention to things most others don’t, you could help me with this.”

He closed his eyes and held his breath, expecting her to say no, he didn’t think she had any reason to help him. Then he heard her giggle excitedly, her chair scraping against the floor closer to him. He opened his eyes to see her face to face with him, her hand on her chin as she stared at him thoughtfully, like she was looking for something.

He jumped back in his chair a bit, startled at how close she had suddenly got. She didn’t seem to notice, just continued to examine his face.

“Hmmm, well, you aren’t ugly or anything, but you aren’t particularly handsome either. You aren’t too skinny but you don’t have any muscles either, your skin is mostly clear, but it’s also really pale since you don’t go out that often. I haven’t talked to you that much since you have problems communicating, but you seem really nice, if a bit awkward. I guess the best word I could use to describe you would be average, but that might be exactly why she’s attracted to you.”

“She’s...attracted to me because I’m average?”

Pinkie leaned back in her chair, reaching into her hair and pulling out a piece of candy that somehow didn’t have any hair on it. She furrowed her eyebrows in frustration as she tried to unwrap it, having trouble doing that for some reason.

“Despite what most modern movies might make you think, hot girls actually prefer to date guys less attractive than them. No matter how confident or mentally stable a girl might seem, all girls are insecure about something, especially when they're in a relationship. They’re always worried about whether they’re good enough for someone, or if someone better would come along. Average or ugly guys aren’t likely to go after someone attractive since they have low self esteem, so if they get with some hot girl, they don’t really have eyes for anyone else. They aren’t likely to cheat and would be satisfied with the relationship, it works out pretty well.

No offense to you, but you have very low self esteem, and your social anxiety makes it hard for you to even talk to most girls, so much as hit on them. You don’t have any positive aspects about you, but no negative ones either. Get rid of your communication problems, and you’d be the perfect candidate for a girl with major insecurity issues.”

As soon as she stopped talking, she gasped as her lips curved into a toothy grin, successfully unwrapping the piece of candy. She tossed it in her mouth and began chewing, her face suddenly tightening up in a grimace. She spit the piece of candy back in the wrapper and wrapped it around it, tossing it across the room straight into a trash basket.

“Expired, definitely expired.” She mumbled to herself as she reached into her hair again, this time pulling out a lollipop.

Jason stared at her stupefied, both by the fact that she just casually hid things in her hair, and what she was saying. He more or less knew what she said already, he had noticed at his previous highschool that there were a fair amount of couples where the girl was evidently more attractive than the guy, but was that really the reason? Because they were insecure? It sounded right, but that meant he had understood people even less than he thought he did.

*If she’s right, that means even Pinkie has insecurities, I wonder what about? What kind of things is Diane insecure about?”

“Well…let’s say you’re right, that doesn’t really explain why she likes me. I’m...a loner, wouldn’t she want someone who’s average who can be sociable like her?”

“Yeah, she would, if she were sociable herself.” Pinkie said matter of factly, unwrapping the sucker and giving it a cautious lick as she tested if it was expired or not, liking the taste and immediately putting it in her mouth with the stick poking out the corner of her mouth.

She looked up at Jason and noticed the confused look he was giving her, realizing what she had just said probably didn’t make sense if she didn’t explain.

“Ok, so, let me explain.” Pinkie brought one of her hands up, leaving it clenched while the other one was holding the sucker in her mouth. “From what I’ve heard, she never initiates conversations or approaches anyone. Anytime she’s talked to anyone has been after they talk to her first, but she’s not bad at it, just doesn’t like it.” One of Pinkie’s fingers unclenched, pointing upwards like she was counting something. “She doesn’t align herself with any cliques or specific types of people, she can get along with basically anyone. Again, only if they approach her. If left alone, she could go the entire night without talking to a single person.”

Pinkie raised another finger, adding something else to whatever she was counting. “The strangest thing is, she doesn’t even have a phone! In this day and age, that’s crazy! Do you have any idea how bored I would be if I didn’t have my phone? How else would I play Candy Crush!” She said exuberantly as she raised another finger. “She also apparently has a lot of hobbies, which means she has a lot of free time. But outside of the parties she goes to, I don’t think she hangs out with people in her free time, which means she spends a lot of it alone.” She raised another finger, her fourth one, leaving only the thumb left.

“Finally, she talks about having a job and being in a club at school, but she won’t tell anyone where she works or what club! She obviously wants to keep people out of her life, but to a point where she’s overly defensive about it.” She raised her thumb, counting the fifth reason for whatever criteria she was making.

“She meets most of the marks, which can only make her one thing: A popular loner!” She said as she put down all her fingers except for her pointer finger, accompanied by a crunching noise as she bit down and began chewing on the candy in her mouth. “Just like stands users attract other stand users, loners attract other loners. That’s probably partly why she’s so interested in you, there aren’t a lot of loners around here and meeting someone like her wouldn’t be easy, plus you’re new around here so you’ve got this whole ‘Mr Mysterious’ vibe girls just eat up.”

Jason’s eyes widened in realization, it all made sense. She said that she usually kept to herself and avoided attention, but she just seemed really good socially, was she really a loner? If she was, was that really the reason she was so interested in him? Just because they were both loners? It had to be more than that, it just didn’t make sense for someone like her to want someone like him. He couldn’t help but feel she deserved better.

*Also, Mr Mysterious? I don’t really come off as mysterious, right?*

“Which...kind of leads me back to why I think you should be careful around her.” Pinkie said with a slightly sardonic tone, pulling the half chewed sucker and staring at it with a blank look on her face. “She’s told multiple people she goes to this school, but that’s not true. I’ve asked teachers, students, even the principles, none of them have seen her around here. No one named Diane is on any club rosters, and no one has seen her during any of their classes, which meant she more than likely lied. I think...I think she goes to Crystal Prep, another high school around here. If she does, she’s not the kind of person you should trust, most of the students there aren’t really good people.”

*Crystal Prep, isn’t that the school Diane said she hated?*

It was, he distinctly remembered what they talked about when he first met her. He remembered the rant she went on about them and how much she hated them. He admitted he was curious why the two highschools seemed to dislike each other so much, but it really wasn’t his business, even if he was apart of one of the highschool’s now.

“No, I don’t think so. She seemed to hate them as much as the rest of this school does, for whatever reason. Plus, I...trust her, I really do. I don’t want to think that she’d lie like that, not without good reason. If you can’t find her, It’s probably because…” Jason thought back to all the times he had brought Pinkie up to Diane, how she always seemed to scowl and her voice got bitter whenever she got brought up.

It was obvious there was some bad blood between the two, but it seemed to be one sided. According to Pinkie, they had yet to meet. Hate seemed too strong, but there was some disdain from Diane, he just didn’t know what or why. Pinkie seemed to care for her, so he couldn’t tell her that, he didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially not her or Diane who’d been so nice to him.

“She’s probably avoiding you.” Jason said as he glanced away, he didn’t like being dishonest. While what he was saying wasn’t exactly a lie, he was leaving out enough to where it felt like one.

Pinkie looked up at him in surprise, as if she hadn’t even considered the possibility. Then her eyes lowered again, the realization of that being the possible truth saddening her. “I hadn’t thought of that, she must really not like me if she would go so far to avoid me. Why? What did I do to-”

Pinkie was interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing, signalling the ending of breakfast and starting of class. She flinched as she suddenly stood up forgetting she was even at school for a moment.

“Oh, I’m going to be late! I’ve got to go to my locker and get my stuff and head to class!” Pinkie said in a panicked tone as she pushed the chair in, eating the rest of the lollipop and throwing away the stick into the same trashcan.

Jason reached down to pick up his backpack, having left it on the ground beside his chair when he came in. He stood up and was about to walk out to his first class, being stopped by Pinkie when she stood beside him, placing her hand on his shoulder and leaning into his ear to whisper something.

“Thanks for talking with me, I know it’s hard for you. I don’t mean to make you worry about all my problems, I just get worried about my friends. Just be careful, k?” She said in a hushed tone, her voice more gentle than he’d expect from Pinkie. She quickly ran out of the library, having left so fast she left smoke that was in the shape of her like a cartoon.

He flinched when she said that, feeling a sense of familiarity with what she just said. That sounded exactly like Diane, she’d said it enough to where he’d recognize it. More and more he saw similarities between them, were they really completely unrelated? He knew the whole myth about everyone having a doppelganger, but was that really what was happening here?

He shook his head dismissively, he didn’t have time to think about that right now, he needed to get to class.

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The rest of the day had been mostly uneventful, the only thing else that had happened was during lunch. He got his food and went off somewhere else to eat on his own, Pinkie messaged him and asked him where he was, he answered that by saying he preferred to eat alone.

Surprisingly, she didn’t push him and just decided to let him be.

He went home, took a nap, and studied a little. After finishing his homework, it ended up being a little past eight. He was laying on his bed, his arms against the pillow and his head against his arms with his back facing the wall. He didn’t feel like sleeping yet, and he was pretty sure Diane wasn’t going to be there tonight, she seemed like she would tell him when she would be there.

At least he hoped so.

Now was the time a day he spent collecting his thoughts, reviewing all the knowledge he’d collected and letting osmosis do its thing. Specifically, the talk he had with Pinkie in the library. Throughout the day, he kind of just put himself on autopilot. Not thinking about anything in particular and just focused on learning, not allowing himself to relax until he’d done all his studying and homework was done. Once he did, that entire conversation came to the front of his mind.

Learning that Diane used to spend a lot of her time drinking and partying, that despite Diane’s feelings towards Pinkie they had never met, and especially that Diane might have only been interested in him because he was a loner and because she had insecurities. It was...a lot to take in for him, some of it he truly hadn’t been expecting. Ever since he’d met Diane, it seemed like his world started getting a bit more hectic. Diane was a mystery in a lot of ways and he’d been slowly getting more pieces to the puzzle, it was hard just to figure out where they fit.

Ironically, Jason hated puzzles.

While confusion was the strongest emotion he was feeling right then, there was something else, something that’d been there since his talk with Pinkie. The thought that Diane was only interested in him because of her own insecurities and because she was like him sort of...bothered him, in a weird way.

He’d never once thought himself as a special, average is what suited him. Diane however made him feel special, the way she said that she just felt comfortable around him and that she liked him more than most guys had an effect on him that he had never experienced before. There hasn’t been a single girl he thought of more than her, and he was just as surprised that she said that she had thought of him, even if just once.

If it were true that she only liked him because of her own problems, he’d feel...hurt.

There was a sudden dinging noise from his phone, distracting him from his pessimistic pondering. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, seeing that he had gotten a message from a number he didn’t recognize. This phone was relatively new, so he doubted it was spam.

‘Hey there, Gummy Bear. I need your help choosing something for me, for the next time we meet. ;)’

His eyebrows raised as he read the message, confused as to who was messaging him. There were three more dings, the first two were images, the third was her asking ‘Pink or Black?’ His internet wasn’t the best since he chose the cheapest option, so it took a few mmoments to load. As soon as it did, his body shot up and started leaning over as his hands shakily held the phone between them. His eyes widened out of surprise as they were glued to the screen, his entire body quickly getting numbingly warm, especially his face and groin.

The first picture was of Diane, her body almost entirely naked except for two pieces of clothing. She had taken the picture in her bathroom, showing her entire body in the reflection. He could see every inch of her bare skin, which was about as flawless and beautiful as he thought it’d be. The only thing she was wearing was a pink lacy bra, it didn’t look like a push up bra, but it was so tight against her large breast that it might as well have been. She was also wearing a matching pair of pink panties, but it didn’t cover very much. It was tied around her lower hip, barely covering any of her upper thighs and covering enough of her womanhood to where he couldn’t make anything out. The hand that wasn’t taking the picture she had beside her head, giving him a peace sign along with a devilish smile, one of her eyes closed as she seemed to be winking at him.

The other picture she took looked mostly the same, her wearing almost no clothing and showing a lot of skin. Instead of taking a picture of her reflection, this selfie was taken overhead, showing off her body from above her. The underwear she was wearing now covered about the same, but they were black instead of pink. They were also made out of a thicker material, a little less see through than the pink ones. Her other hand wasn’t giving a peace sign, this time was pulling on the center of the bra, letting him see more of her breast. She was giving him another winking smile, but this one seemed a bit more sadistic and teasing than the previous one.

To say these pictures aroused him would be an understatement, he felt very similar to when she would straddle him, but it was less enjoyable since there was no physical contact. He’d heard of guys asking girls for nudes before, but he had never understood the appeal of it. This was the closest he’d ever gotten to one, and the fact that Diane trusted him enough to send him this and so confidently show off her body to him made him a bit happy.

He knew there should have been a lot of questions he should be asking, like how he got his number or why she got a phone when she said she didn’t like having one. It was more than a little suspicious, and he was sure she’d be expecting him to ask a lot of questions. Right now, he only had one question on his mind, and he already had the answer.

‘...Pink…’

Author's Note

Wow, didn't realize it had been like a month since I updated this. I was so focused on finishing the arc my other fanfic was on, I kind of lost track of time. Sorry about that. Anyway, this chapter is intended to add a bit more to the mystery element of this story, though I'm sure many of you have already figured it out, I assure you there will be a few happy surprises along the way. There is a steamy little scene near the end, but nothing too sexy.

Like with my other stories, I would really appreciate if you told me of any grammar issues or story inconsistences. This is my first romance/sex story, and I'm not very confident in my writing, so I'm expecting some issues along the way. I also really appreciate comments, whether they be criticism, or just stating there's something about the chapter you liked. Thanks for reading, enjoy!