Frida and Zecora Meet

Frida didn’t pay attention to the stares she got. Some were for her rack, others wondering why a random adult had entered their school. She had one goal in her mind, and she’d be damned if-

“Why hello there miss,” a haughty voice cut into her thoughts. In front of her, a tall, blonde boy with pale skin was leaning against the lockers. “I have never seen you around before. And I believe I would remember.”

Very blatantly, the teen looked down at her chest.

“Out of my way,” Frida said. “I have to get to the office.”

“Well I can certainly show you the way,” the boy smoothly states, placing his arm around her shoulders. “The name is Blue Blood.”

“Oh this is hilarious,” Frida laughed, getting a shocked look from the boy. “You think you’re good at this.”

Before the teen could react, Frida drove her knee into his balls.

“I’m after the gold,” she says. “Not the bronze. And you aren’t even that.”

As she walks away, she hears a few cheers from the girls nearby. Apparently she wasn’t the only one the wannabe ladies man accosted in the hallways. With a small smirk of satisfaction, she made her way to the reception desk. Behind the desk, a young woman with a mix of purple, pink, and blonde hair in a bun sat looking incredibly stressed out.

“Excuse me,” Frida said smiling. “You wouldn’t happen to have seen a sexy chocolate goddess in a white buttoned shirt and black skirt, would you?”

“Excuse me?” the receptionist started, unsure what she just heard. “Um...I’m sorry but unless you are a student I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave campus.”

“Listen Miss…”

“Cadence.”

“Cadence,” Frida smiles. “I’m just trying to see a teacher for a quick second. Can’t you just allow me that?”

“I’m sorry Miss…”

“Herano. But please, call me Frida.”

“Frida,” Cadence started again, slightly exasperated. “I’m sorry but the school has a strict policy regarding visits, especially during school hours.”

“Please,” Frida began, starting to get worried she would get kicked out. “Tell you what, let’s make a deal. You look like you need to loosen up a bit and I can certainly help with that.”

“What are you-”

“Let’s see.” Frida tilted her head to the side. Leaning over the desk, she undid a few of the buttons on Cadence’s top revealing a peek at her cleavage. Grabbing the band keeping her hair up, Frida undoes the bun. “Let your hair down. There! Much better already.”

“What? I can’t show this much!” Starts going to button up her top, blushing. “Why, I never-”

“Easy,” Frida giggled. “I just want to be your gal pal. Help you unwind. Maybe catch the eye of a guy or two.”

Cadence was about to protest, then she paused. She had...basically no one. And here was one of the only people who seemed to want to be her friend… why not.

“I guess it’s ok… It sounds like you are talking about Zecora.”

“Zecora...So exoitic!”

“Yeah… Well, she probably is in class now so…”

“Oh I’ll wait, I want to check first though if you don’t mind.” After getting the directions from Cadence, she left the office and made her way through the school. It was only a short walk until she got to the room she was looking for.

Peeking through the blinds, she sees her goddess teaching a class full of mostly bored students. The only thing that any of them seemed to focus on was the teacher’s body. Now, Frida couldn’t exactly blame them, but Zecora clearly loves what she is teaching. She could see that passion behind it, even if the class's boredom was weighing on her.

“Well,” Frida said to herself. “I have some time to kill. Guess I’ll help Cadence out a bit.”