1_10_Health:Part_1

Digital_Hex- - - - - - - -A fan-fiction by Digital_Hex

Chapter 10

        “You pass,” Miss Clef said as she pointed a hoof at me. She then turned said hoof to Heat.

        “You, not so much.”

        Heat shrugged it off and trotted back to his seat, while I did likewise to my seat. As soon as I sat down, White Cross prodded me with a new sheet of paper.

I didn't know you could rap.

        “Neither did I, to be honest,” I admitted to her. “I pretty much just spouted off anything that I felt fit.”

        I waited as White Cross scratched some words onto the paper.

Well for a half-flank attempt, it was very good.

        I gave her a smile, which she returned before punching my in the shoulder. I laughed.

        A few more students went through the challenge Miss Clef had, but nopony could even compare to the reactions Heat and I received. It was kind of a good feeling, knowing that I actually did kind of good at the challenge.

        It felt like after that, time passed by rather quickly. Before I knew it, class was over and we were all hurrying out the doors.

        “So what's your next class? I asked White Cross as the two of us, with Midnight in tow behind, trotted into the hall.

        She looked at her schedule before levitating it up in front of me, a narrow band of magic highlighting a line of text.

Senior Health – Miss Heart, Room 401

        “Hey, I have that class as well!” I said. “Convenient.”

        We then turned to Midnight, who had really opened up to us to the point that I might have been able to consider him a friend.

        “What class do you have next, Midnight?” I asked him. He fumbled around for his schedule, trying to avoid gathering attention from anypony else in the halls.

        Finally, after almost a full minute, he found his schedule, pulling it out and skimming over it.

        “Sophomore Mathematics.”

        I raised an eyebrow as I looked up, just now realizing exactly how towering Midnight really was. He was almost twice my height.

        “You're a sophomore?”

        “Y-yeah...” he said, looking sheepish.

        “Huh,” I stated bluntly, before raising my hoof to him. He slowly returned it.

        “Well, see you around!” I said before I trotted off, White Cross bumping hooves with Midnight as well before catching up with me. We trotted down the hallway next to each other, each step making me feel more self-conscious of the fact that she was taller and generally larger than I was. I shouldn't have felt nearly as bad about it as I did, considering she was older than me after all, but...

        Midnight had to have been the same approximate age as me, seeing as I would have normally been a sophomore, yet he flat out towered over me like I was an ant of some kind. How was that possible?! Was he really that freakishly tall, or was I really that microscopically tiny?!

        I was pulled from my train of thought as I felt a tug on my tail. Turning, I saw White Cross was standing in front of a room marked 401, using her magic to grab my tail. I had walked right past the room, distracted by my thoughts.

        “Thanks,” I said, blushing slightly as I met back with her. She gave me a smug grin before sweeping her hoof towards the door, motioning me to go in before her. I rolled my eyes, receiving a quick bout of silent giggles from her before giving in the her wishes.

        I entered the classroom.

        I exited the classroom.

        Raindrops, Lemon Hearts and Lug were all bunched together near the entrance.

        “Hey, Hex!” I heard Raindrops call after me, using the name I flat despised. Seriously, why would you call someone a word that in theory meant a physically handicapped curse? Why my mother named me that only solidified my theory that she was not in her right mind when I was born, possibly drunk or stoned. Maybe both. Probably both.

        Sighing, I trotted back into the classroom. Conveniently (or not) there were two empty desks right next to Raindrops' little gaggle.

        “How's your day been, Hex?”

        “Digit,” I corrected her. I didn't answer her question. She was friendly and all, but...

        “Oh, right! My bad!” she said with a goofy smile on her face. Lemon Hearts and Lug were chatting away behind her, simply waving hello to me without breaking their conversation.

        “So who's your friend here?” Raindrops asked me, trotting over to White Cross and looking her over. White Cross initially cringed and tried to hide behind her mane before striking an irritated pose. She must have had a split personality thing going on, battling for dominance inside of her.

        “This is White Cross,” I told her, but before our conversation could go any further, the bell rang.

        Seconds later, Miss Heart entered the room. She was a soft pink with a poofy yellow and purple mane. She had a single deep pink heart on her flank that bounced along as she walked- bad Digit, bad. Don't stare.

        “Hi mom!” Lemon Hearts suddenly shouted, waving excitedly at the teacher.

        “Lemon,” Miss Heart said, giving her daughter a warm smile.

        “And hello class, welcome to the last Health class that you have to take!”

        Everypony in the class cheered. Was it just me, or were the students at this school really energetic?

        “Now, this semester will be broken up into two sections: anatomy and sexual education. We shall begin the semester with sexual education, and move into advanced anatomy after the quarter ends.”

        A few of the male students in the room suddenly were at the edge of their seats, eager to learn more. I shrank back into my chair, not nearly as interested in the subject as they were.

        I kind of just spaced out for a little while until I felt a familiar prodding against my shoulder. I looked over slightly to see White Cross sneakily passing a note to me on a small sheet of paper.

        Carefully grabbing it while acting like I wasn't doing anything suspicious, I looked down at what was written.

Do you maybe want to hang out after school?

        I cast her a sideways glance. That was rather... forward. Although, I guess that's what friends did, wasn't it? I didn't know, as I'd never really had friends before to know what they did in their free time.

        I quickly scribbled sure underneath her words, and ever so casually edged it to the side of my desk. White Cross picked it up with her magic, slowly taking it back.

        “Is that note-passing I see?” Miss Heart suddenly scolded, and I closed my eyes in defeat. Damn it, we'd been caught.

        “Alright you two, front and center-” she paused before cocking her head.

        “I forgot to take attendance, didn't I?”

        I was a little confused as to why this was suddenly so important, but I pushed it out of my mind as White Cross and I slowly trotted to the front of the class. My face was red with embarrassment, and my tiny frame immediately got the attention of every student in the room. White Cross, not being much bigger than myself, didn't help the situation.

        “Let me see it,” Miss Heart said, holding out a hoof. White Cross levitated the note over to the teacher, looking a little shamed but trying to put up a strong front in front of the class.

        “Ahuh,” Miss Heart said as she read the note. “I figured as much. Lusty children these days.”

Aaand there went White Cross' strong front. She suddenly started shaking slightly, her face ging pink. I rolled my eyes at the teacher, charging my sarcasm beam.

        “This, class, is a common expression between teenagers, and is completely normal. It starts out as a simple let's hang out and slowly turns into more than just 'hanging out'. Just wait.”

        I facehoofed as the entire class chuckled. Poor White Cross simply stood there trembling like a leaf.

        “Or,” I said, challenging the teacher, “it has nothing to do with that and it's simply the new kid's way of making a few friends.”

        Holy crap, I'd just talked back to a teacher in front of the entire class and didn't feel like hiding beneath a rock! Woo! More progress!

        “Oh wait, you're the transfer student, aren't you? Digital something-”

        “Hex,” I finished. “But just stick with Digit, please.”

        “Alright then, Digit. Now, do you recall what we were going over while you were passing notes with your marefriend here?”

        White Cross immediately began waving her hooves frantically across her chest in a desperate NO! Motion, implying exactly what I was about to say as well.

        “We kind of only met, we're just friends, ma'am.”

        “That doesn't answer the question,” she chided, waiting for a response.

        “Nope, I have no idea what you were talking about,” I said non-cavalier.

        “Funny, I would have thought a young stallion such as yourself would be quite interested in this,” she verbally jabbed at me. I rolled my eyes as she continued.

        “I was explaining courting habits amongst the youth, and ways that mares would respond to such responses.”

        “Huh, that explains why I wasn't interested then,” I replied bluntly. “I'm only fifteen, not completely obsessed with hooking up actually.”

        I could sense White Cross stop shaking, now staring straight at me. What was that response all about?! Shouldn't she be agreeing with me?!

        “You're... fifteen?” Miss Heart asked, an eyebrow raised.

        “Yeah, you couldn't tell?” I asked as I stood on my back legs, still not even eye-to-eye with her while waving down my body, referring to my regrettably small form. Returning to all fours, I sat down on the floor.

        “I- never mind. However, how would the two of you like to make up for your interruption of class to assist in a demonstration for the class?”

        I gave her a suspicious look.

        “What kind of demonstration?” I asked her.

        “Ways that young ponies express interest in the opposite sex!” she said cheerfully.

        “Can I say no?” I asked her.

        “Nope!” she said, eyes closed happily. “Alright, both of you stand over there, facing the class.”

        White Cross and I trotted over next to her desk. I noticed White Cross wasn't doing to well, rather scared to still be up in front of the class, so I took a protective step towards her. She sidled up right next to me, I could still feel her trembling slightly.

        “Now, as many of you might very well know,” she said while giving her daughter a disapproving glare, “a mare will exhibit certain signs when they are in heat, which is completely normal for ponies your ages. In fact, some of you might be having their first time soon!”

        Crap. I already didn't like where this was going. Sensing by the fact that White Cross had completely froze up next to me, stiff as a board, she probably didn't like where this was going either.

        “Will you come here, dear?” Miss Heart asked White Cross. White Cross didn't move, didn't even budge.

        “Dear? What's your name?”

        “Her name is White Cross,” I answered for her automatically. Dang, that was a little scary, how quickly and naturally it felt to speak for her.

        “Oh, thank you Digital Hex, but you don't need to speak for her-”

        “Actually, Miss Heart,” I corrected her, “I kind of did in that situation.”

        “How so?” she asked, giving me a disapproving look.

        “That's an issue I don't think I need to say in front of the entire class.”

        “I don't-” she began, but then suddenly a switch was flicked on in her head.

        “Oh, right. She's the... I see. My apologies, White Cross. Now, can you please come here?”

        White Cross looked to me briefly, a pleading look on her face. I lightly nudged her forward, at which point she trotted over to Miss Heart.

        “Now, class, please be mature for this next part,” Miss Heart said with an evil grin on her face.

        Oh buck.