Day 4: Week 1 || Teasing and Sports

"1, 2, 3, 4 . . ."

Counting sheep may seem like a ridiculous way to try and fall asleep, but it was the last method Dash could use to make herself sleepy. She tried drinking milk, changing her sleeping position, and even listening to calming music. None of them worked in the slightest. Poor girl didn't realize she actually needed to clear her head from a certain person . . . again.

"5, 6, 7, 8 . . ."

Rainbow Dash locked herself in her bedroom throughout the whole day. She genuinely cried for the first time in two years after a Soarin had told her about his hurtful prank. She cursed at herself for almost telling him how she felt for him. Imagine if he had let her speak first. That would've been a disaster.

"9, 10, 11, 12 . . ."

You'd have to be a huge asshole to play with her emotions like that. At school, no one bothered to make a move on Dash, no matter how attractive or compatible to her they were. A couple months ago, a very overconfident boy came up to her and asked for her phone number, and she may or may not have put them in the hospital. She was suspended for five days for it. It makes her wonder how she had so many guy friends in the first place. At least most boys knew better, but Soarin didn't seem to care much about anyone's feelings, especially hers.

Just when she thought she couldn't hate him any more, he pulls a prank on her. She was actually really glad that their hate for each other was slowly disappearing, but of course, that was not the case.

"I'm not making it past 13."

The counting wasn't working at all, so she gave up and stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night. Seriously, she just couldn't sleep.

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The next morning, Soarin hopped out of bed and went to go see what Dash was making for breakfast. He was confused when he didn't smell anything from the kitchen. When he found the kitchen empty, he ran back up the stairs and to Dash's bedroom. He had totally forgotten about his prank and disregarded her feelings towards it. She seemed fine yesterday, so going in her room shouldn't be too much of a problem.

He knocks on the door five times and waits for her to answer, but he doesn't hear any sound come from inside. Looks like he was just going to have to invite himself in! He opened the door and saw her laying on her back with multiple tissues around her bed. Did she catch a cold or something?

"I didn't say come in," she deadpanned.

"Why aren't you making breakfast?" He asks as he approaches her bed. She grumbled and shoved a pillow over her face. "You're going to suffocate like that."

"I'm not your maid, get out of my room." Her voice was muffled underneath the pillow, but anyone could tell she was not in the mood. Unfortunately, Soarin didn't seem to notice her odd behavior. When she didn't hear Soarin's feet shuffle even in the slightest, she grabbed the same meter stick she used to whack him with yesterday. "You have one second to leave!"

Soarin saw her approaching him with the stick and slowly backed away. He saw a baseball bat perched on the wall just beside the door, and he immediately grabbed it to use for defense. He'd forgotten about how painful and dangerous it would be if he actually hit her with it.

"Back up, or I will swing this bat against your head," he threatened. The bat rested against his shoulders as his hands gripped the handle tightly. Dash's pupils shrunk as she saw him approaching. He wasn't actually going to hit her, was he?

"Just get out!" She screamed. He backed her up into a wall, and there was no way of escaping for her. The meter stick was still in her hand, but she was too afraid of getting hit with something worse. She tried to make a run for it around him, but Soarin caught her by the arm before she could even get two inches away from him. "Stop it, please!"

A sniff was heard from her, and he didn't think twice to release her. He had no intention of actually hurting her, but of course, Dash didn't take it that way.

"Dude, are you crying?" He laughed at her, but once she turned around faced him, he shut his mouth almost immediately. Her eyes were filled with tears, and they blurred her vision to the point where she could barely see him. The hand holding the baseball bat loosened up and dropped it. Gosh, he didn’t mean to scare her that much.

"Fuck you Soarin," she spat, the meter stick still in her hand. She saw that he wasn't holding the bat anymore and kicked him right in his groin. His hands flew to it as he fell down on his knees. He squeaked from not being able to shout from the pain overtaking him. "That'll teach you to mess with Rainbow Dash."

"Y-You . . . you were crying," he barely managed to croak out. Dash pushed the meter stick against his chest and pushed him back so he'd fall on his back. A smug look appeared on her face from the feeling of triumph. An idea popped into her head, and she suppressed a snigger. She prepared herself for what she was about to do, for it would probably backfire if done too well.

As he pushed himself up from the ground, Dash knocked him back again and sat on his stomach with her legs on either side of his body. The look on his face afterwards made him look like he had seen a ghost with ten heads, but that didn't stop her. He didn't quit when she made that same face, now did he?

She slowly lowered her body so she was laying right on top of him. Her legs were repositioned so they didn't feel too uncomfortable to her. On any other occasion, Soarin would have fought back against her, but she's never done this to him before. He had no idea how to respond to her actions.

Seeing that he was in shock, Dash leaned in and nibbled on his ear just before faking a moan. He's never going to recover from this, she thought happily. This was simply payback for all the times he embarrassed her with this tactic. Revenge has never tasted so sweet to her, or maybe she was just tasting his ear.

"R-Rainb-bow Dash?" He stuttered. He was so flustered by the way she was teasing him. This was just pure evil! The most he's ever done to her was sit on top of her. If she doesn't stop soon, she might accidentally turn him on. He watched as she bit her bottom lip and rubbed her lower body up against him. She was getting way too sexual with this. He couldn't take it anymore.

Just when he was about to strike back, Dash moved off of him with a seductive look in her eyes. He sighed in relief when he felt the weight of her small figure lift off of his stomach. That was not a thrilling experience at all.

"Now, what have we learned?" She asked with one eyebrow raised. The meter stick found its way back into her hands.

"I swear, I will never tease you again." Soarin's cheeks were burning, and he couldn't make the heat die down. Dash slowly nodded as Soarin covered his face with his hands. To get the thought of the recent event out of his head, he came up with a question in the heat of the moment: "Do you want to play one on one?"

"We haven't eaten breakfast yet. Plus, you suck at every sport you play. At least . . . when you're playing against me." She flipped her hair, still messy from the bed head she received.

"Okay, we can play in an hour." Soarin rolled his eyes, then clutched his stomach as he felt it growl. Dash suppressed a giggle as Soarin's attention diverted to his hunger. "I really need to eat."

"I can make breakfast. Just give me twenty mi- WOAH!" Dash was cut off by a hand grabbing her arm. Why does he always do that? She growled internally.

"So . . ." Soarin paused as he saw the angry pout she was giving him. "Were you crying to make me feel sorry for you, or were you actually scared?" Dash half laughed at his question. She was really that smart, huh?

"I, Rainbow Danger Dash, am not afraid of anything. You simply fell for my well planned prank." She puffed her chest out as she propped her own ego up. Soarin was not amused by it at all. He genuinely thought he scared her. Now this is why you can't always trust Rainbow Dash. "Let's go eat some cereal before we play one on one, m'kay?" She pats him on the back twice before dragging him out the door.

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After a bowl of tasty cereal and arguing about when the milk should be poured, Rainbow and Soarin went their separate ways and got dressed for the game they were about to play. They haven't exactly decided on which sport they were going to play, but Dash assumed she'd beat Soarin in it anyway.

Dash was the captain on nearly all the sports at her school, so she just assumed she was better. Unfortunately for her, Soarin was the assistant coach of about half of those sports. It was a living nightmare for her because he never shut up about how he would eventually take over as captain. She didn't let it faze her though because she knew she was the best.

After putting on some booty shorts and a tank top, she ran down the stairs and saw Soarin standing by the glass screen door that led to the backyard. He was wearing something similar, except his shorts went just past his knees. He smiled upon seeing her, but instead of receiving a welcoming feel from it, Dash felt very suspicious of it. Yesterday, he had told her his kindness was just a prank, and all of a sudden, he was being kind again. Don't pranks end after the prankster reveals it was just for laughs? She didn't know what to think.

"You ready?" He asked, the smile never leaving her face. Dash shifted uncomfortably and flashed a fake smile.

"What are we playing?" She responded with another question.

"Socc-"

"No, that's an easy dub. I'm not playing soccer with you." She rolled her eyes and sighed as she leaned against the wall behind her.

"Fine. We're playing basketball whether you like it or not." Soarin grabs a basketball from the supply closet a couple feet away from the door. It had all kinds of supplies, including balls, rackets, other sports equipment, Dash's sport shoes, and bug spray . . . for some reason.

Dash saw some of her shoes in the closet and grabbed the red pair she would usually wear to play basketball. She doesn't know how she got in the team at school considering she was ridiculously short, standing at just five feet and two inches. Maybe she was just that good. She did carry the team after all. Her height never stopped her from getting what she wanted.

"Okay, I'm ready. I feel like I shoulda put on my compression shorts underneath this though." The shorts Dash had put on were shorter than the ones she would usually wear inside the house. If she was a little flatter, she wouldn't mind as much. "Seriously, I feel like I'm wearing my underwear."

"Then hurry up and change the shorts!" Soarin facepalmed and groaned.

"Now I'm going to take my time," she huffed and walked up the stairs at a slow, but steady pace.

Two minutes later, she came down with a pair of shorts that were a few inches above her knees with a pair of compression shorts underneath.

"Okay, let's play ball."

The two walked side by side out the door and stopped in front of the tall basketball hoop.

"First to 21?" Soarin dribbled the ball a couple times before spinning it on his index finger. Dash scoffed as he showed off.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

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Dash dribbled the ball around Soarin and attempted to make a layup to tie the game, but she underestimated the height of the hoop and it air balled instead. The score was 19-20 with Dash having the losing score. It would've been smarter if she hit a green from the three point line to end the game altogether, but her brain wasn't thinking straight. Soarin rebounded the ball and shot it into the hoop and claimed his victory.

"Dude! You have to take it back!" She shouted angrily. He had cheated and he wasn't supposed to score immediately after she scores, hence the "take it back" rule. If your opponent shoots the ball and misses, but you manage to rebound it, you have to take it back around the three point line and then make your shot.

"Your layup didn't hit the backboard or the rim. You air balled," he said in a calmer tone, but Dash was still angry.

"You cheated! You were supposed to-"

"Stop being a sore loser. I won." Soarin bounces the ball on the ground with a great amount of force, causing it to skyrocket upwards. He went to make himself some ice cream to reward himself. Since Dash was still brooding over her loss, she didn't notice the ball flying towards her face on its way down. The ball was inches away from her face and she tried to dodge it, but it was too late.

She was hit square in the face with a ball just slightly larger than her head. The impact knocked her backwards and she fell on the ground head first. Luckily, her ponytail cushioned her head, but not enough to ease the pain.

Soarin didn't notice her fall until he heard a high pitched scream come from her. When he saw her on the ground clutching her head in pain, he instantly knew what the problem was.

"Dash!" He kneeled beside her on the ground and he watched as she was breathing uncontrollably. She was in shock and she didn't know how to react. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!" He carried her inside and laid her on the couch in the living room before running in the kitchen to get a frozen bag of peas.

"S-Soarin, it's okay. I s-should've been paying attention instead of being a sore loser," she shivered as she felt the icy substance make contact with her forehead. She held back the water building up in her eyes from not wanting to show any more weakness than she already was.

"No, this is my fault, okay?" Soarin took the blame as he grabbed a laptop and looked for what to do in situations like this. He was really upset with himself for being so careless, and it surprised him that Dash hadn't beat him up for hurting her. "Do you feel like passing out? Is there a bump on your head? On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?" He launched questions at her that she couldn't exactly process all at once.

"Er . . . maybe, no, and about an 8.5," she replied slowly while trying to remember each question he has asked. Her vision was wonky and her reactions were always half a second late. "I'm gonna go to my room." She got up on both feet and the peas had fallen to the ground after she stood. She only managed to walk a few feet before feeling lightheaded.

"Let me take you," he picked her up and took her up the stairs to her room with the peas in his hand. Though she tried to fight back and walk herself, she was aware that she couldn't stand upright without falling over. He opened the door to her room and slid her under the covers the same way he did a few days ago right after taking off her shoes.

"Why . . . are you being so . . . nice to me?" Dash questioned him, taking breaths in between.

"I almost put you in the hospital," he replied sadly. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and noticed the sweat falling from it.

"Yeah but, I'm having a hard time . . . believing you after . . . your stupid prank. I'm almost sure you did this on purpose."

"I would never hurt you on purpose! I-" he interrupted himself when he heard her release a groan from the sudden change in volume. He sighed and took the frozen peas and placed it back on her head. "You need to rest. I'll come and check on you in an hour." He turned towards the door and walked out before Dash could stop him.

"N-No, don't leave . . ."