"Who's she?" The red husky asked the jaguar. His furry finger was pointing to the pony with hazel brown hair.
    The jaguar stared in the direction of his finger. "Oh yeah," he squeaked, continuing to cut his paper swan. "That's Poni. She's a new girl."
    "She's so pretty," the husky blurted out.
    The jaguar looked up, and stared at him. "You're in third grade Nicky Wicky lovebird."
    Nick groaned. He looked at Poni's almond locks, her beautiful hooves, her pretty lashes, her pretty everything. Jaggy says you have to be thirty to call a girl pretty, but he's dead wrong. A girl can be pretty anyday.
    She sat with the most popular girls in the school. Alice, Mary, Pomtricia, and Rebecca. It's weird seeing Rebecca with a new girl. All she cares about is slathering lip stain on her face or bat her sticky eyelashes at Nick. It's obvious she liked him very much. Not a surprise. Nick was the most popular boy in school. Not to be egotistical, but not a surprise that the most popular girl likes you.
    Ring! The bell roared louder than a grasscutter on a hot summer day. Everyone rose from their seats, and crowded towards the door. The teacher was shouting for them to get back, but the students didn't listen. Their stomachs became their control centers when the lunch bell rang.
    Nick walked alongside Jaggy. Jaggy was talking to Golly, one of the most sporty boys in the school. He liked to wear these grimy blue socks everyday and buy the full carb meals at lunch. He claims it's for the sports, but Nick knows it's so he can impress the others he can eat more than them. And he does. He eats like a goat. Once he ate three cardboard boxes, fifteen undercooked steaks, and ten pieces of a gross Alphanian candy (Which was actually dried crickets) on a dare. If you tell him to eat anything for competition, he'll devour it like a paper shredder.
    Rebecca ran up behind Nick and flicked him in the back of his head. He swerved around. The raccoon's pink fur was drowning layers of assorted sparkles. Her lips were a light shade of blood orange. She smiled her fraudulent nice smile and puckered her citrus lips. "Nicky Wicky, you're coming to my party right? Everybody'll be there today night. You better not miss it." Her voice sounded like a mouse with laryngitis.
    "Don't worry Rebs. I'm coming," Nick assured. He rolled his eyes, and shook his head. Rebecca twirled her plaid skirt around and skipped towards Mary. "Wait, will Poni be there?"
    "What?" Rebecca swung around. "Oh, yeah. Why?"
    Nick stood dumb. He searched his head for a good lie. "I-I just w-wanted to k-know if there was v-vegetarian food!" He exclaimed.
    "Oh, of course there's going to be veg food! In fact, there's even vegan food!" Rebecca ran towards him. "Oh my god! We can become VEGAN buddies!" She shook Nick until his brain was scrambled eggs. Rebecca let him go and blew him a kiss. "Later sugar. See ya at the party!"
    Nick shook off his dizziness as he watched it fall to the floor. After any encounter with Rebecca, he wanted to take a nap. He proceeded towards the lunchroom. Doubts swarmed his mind like a cloud of bees towards a big fat bear raiding their hive. Rebecca might try to do something to him that might ruin his moves with Poni. Rebecca might catch him talking to Poni. Oh, why oh why does she have to be annoying?
    He entered the lunchroom, the aromas seeping into his nose. But he wasn't hungry. Thinking about the party made him sick. He glided towards his table, and sat in between Jaggy and Golly. Golly had a huge crab salad with a side of french fries. A carton of hot sauce was beside his can of milk. Max, one of his other friends, made sickly faces at his meal. It took up half the table.
    "Hey Golly, you want more food?" Jaggy laughed.
    "That'd be awesome!" Golly howled, piercing through a crab leg.
    Everyone looked like they were going to puke. No conversation. Just all the boys staring at Golly's mammoth bowl.
    "What?!" Golly said. "Get on with it."
    Conversation erupted once again. Nick buried his nose in his hands, and stared at the girls' table. They had perfect little princess lunchboxes, lined in a perfect array. Their table was cleanest and most beautiful. He buried his eyes within his paws. He peered through the hole in his paws, to get a good look at Poni. Ah, there she was. A half-eaten sandwich was folded across a sheet of shiny aluminum foil. Her velvet lunchbox was sitting across from her can of chocolate milk. She grabbed her pink hair bow with one hoof, and scrambled to get it. The bobby pins in her mouth fell to the floor and her coffee hair splashed onto her face. She threw the hairtie on her lunchbox and bent over to get the bobby pins. Nick felt a touch on his foot. He looked down and saw her pink hairtie lying on his foot. He gently picked it up, and saw Rebecca snickering and whispering something in Mary's ear. She pulled out her phone and started to snap pictures. Anger swarmed Nick's heart. How could she be that cruel? He jumped up from his seat and walked towards the confused Poni. He held out his paw.
    "Need a paw?" He asked.
    Poni nodded, grabbing his hand. Her hoof was painted strawberry pink. She wore a nervous face, as she turned into a shade of tomato red. She got up and broke out a hasty smile.
    "Thanks."
    "Don't mention it. And by the way, you dropped this." Nick held out her hairtie.
    "Oh thanks a ton! How'd it get there?" Poni joyfully exclaimed, as her brown hair grazed Nick's nose.
    He froze, warmth spreading through his body after the sudden hair flip. Nick looked at Rebecca. "Umm..." Rebecca shot her killer stare and slid her finger across her neck. "Your hairtie rolled here, or something."
    "Oh-kay?" Poni sat back down on her seat. "Thanks for giving my hairtie back though." She gathered her bobby pins and strung the hairtie around her wrist.
    Rebecca got up, and made a hand motion towards her. Nick noticed her cue, and followed her. Rebecca walked towards the big black doors and held it open for Nick. He slinked through and the doors shut with a bang.
    "Phew, that was a close call, right?" She laughed.
    Nick sunk his head. "Why would you throw her hairtie?"
    Rebecca laughed her crazy raccoon laugh. "It's funny. She's so awkward and stupid, so-"
    "Don't call Poni stupid!" He snapped.
    "Fine Nicky Wicky. Anything for you." She touched Nick's chin.
    "Please don't call me that," He growled. He gritted his teeth.
    "What? You don't hate me, don't you? You love me right?" Rebecca begged.
    "Uhh... Yeah of course," Nick gulped. "Why wouldn't I?" If he told the truth, Rebecca would probably terrorize Poni even more.
    "Ohhhh, you're the sweetest, Nicky Wicky," she cooed like a dove.
    "Okay," he nodded. "See you at the party."
    "Suh-weet!"
    Nick and Rebecca pushed the doors and walked back to their tables. Nick's mouth tasted sour, as nausea raked his stomach. He needed to eat. He needed to do something to get his mind off Rebecca. He parked himself at the messy table and shoveled into a ridiculous amount of strawberry shortcake. Making Jaggy buy him a sweet for lunch doesn't make anything better. Maybe it'll all resolve at the party.

This is one of my older stories, written purely for entertainment. I hope you enjoyed and I'll post a later story this week! Thank you so much.