"You don't know what it's like,

. . . Yeah you don't know what it's like~"

   "... So, the history of these companies had the greatest impact on man-kind back in the 20th century. Without them, we would have never had this," she motioned her hand around, "at all. Now, in the... "

Ugh, this is why I hate history.

I stared at the clock - 45 minutes left. It was a Friday, 2.45 pm. And I was mentally dying. Soar was seated right next to me, on my left. The exact same positioning as English. And while he was paying attention, surprisingly, I did not. I honestly couldn't care.

History doesn't play a huge role in my life. In fact, It plays the worst role in my life. And I don't mean by brains and grades. But rath-

   "Ms Dash!" A pair of arms slammed roughly on my desk. I looked up to met with an irritated look on Ms Mitilda's face.

Yikes

   "Uh... Hey?" I squeaked out, trying not to laugh at her red face.

But since she's "the nicest teacher out of all of them," she just rolled her eyes and walked back.

She cleared her throat, giving me a tiny frown and spoke: "Care to elaborate on what I just said?"

   "Uh," I shrugged, "What makes you think I know, hmmm?"

If this was Miss Cheerilee you would have had a death wish.

She just narrowed her eyes.

   "Well, as I was saying," She scowled at me. Yeesh, what got her panties in a twist?

   "This term, you will be assigned to conduct a presentation and a full document of one of these companies and why they rivalled each other. There is no right or wrong answer for this as no one knows why, but your answer must be valid and creative but factual. You must have your draft and final draft to show evidence on your research and your document on the day of submission. You must include why your chosen company is better in economic terms, luxury, standard, it's history and etc. This is a partner project-" everyone groaned, "-so I expect full participation in both sides. This hand-out I'm giving out is your task-sheet with more information about it. Don't lose it. Or you'll lose 5 marks. Understood?"

No.

Everyone else just grunted in response.

Dammit, why???

It's only a Friday.

It's only the first week.

Fuck History.

And wait, why the hell does this have anything to do with history?

Bloody hell.

Some girl at the front shot her hand up.

   "Yes?"

   "Um," She looked at the teacher, "can we pick our partners?"

She smiled, "Of course!"

Man, sometimes I'm so grateful that she isn't Cheerilee.

Pfft, that's a first

Huh?

You're grateful for something

Uhhh

Although, you could be just saying it but not meaning it.

'Cause really, when we're you ever grateful for anything?

Excuse me-

Oh, shut up, fakester! Why can't you be real for once? Why you gotta brag about your life when it's living hell? You deserve it anyway. Why you gotta put on a fake smile when you could be showing everyone your scares? To show how weak you are. To show how bloody pathetic you are

It wouldn't matter anyway because all they'll be saying is the exact same thing I've been saying the whole time

Something your father's been saying the whole time

Something you've been blocking the whole time

Ungrateful

Weaklings

Don't

Deserve

To

Live

   "Can you fuck...!" I trailed off, realising Soar was looking at me weirdly.

   "Uhhh..."

   "Me?" He offered.

My cheeks turned pink before I slapped him over the head.

   "Fuck!"

   "Language, Mr Skies!" Ms Mitilda shouted across the room before turning back at the whiteboard.

I rolled my eyes at him, receiving my task-sheet from the person in front of me and giving the last one behind me.

   "And why would I ever do that now, hmm?"

   "Because I'm hot?"

   "Because nothin'," I finalised.

He placed a hand over his chest, portraying a cute little pout. "I'm hurt, babe."

I snorted unlady-like,"'Cause I totally care."

He turned quiet, looking deep in thought before speaking up. "Uh, hey. Do you know what's up with Thunder?"

I turned to look at him, the memory of the last time I came to their house hit me.

Thunder. Bags. Drugs.

What type though? I didn't check. But judging from the colour, it must be had been something extreme.

How do I know this? Well, you learn a lot about the dark side of things if you live with someone who's apart of it.

Are there pros? Yes.

Are there cons? Yes.

Do I wish I was never introduced to the dark side of things? 50-50.

But do I want him to know? Absolutely not.

   "Uhh... No?" I lied, not sure what to say.

He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out whether or not to accept my answer.

   "Sure... " he muttered, not believing it.

Ms Mitilda clasped her hands together, beaming at all of us.

   "Attention, please. This project will be due in week 8, Friday. You may choose your partners now or later during the weekends and discuss what you're going to do. This project lays in your hands, so I don't care how you do it. And I hope you all will actually try." She said, narrowing my eyes at me as she meant the last part at me.

Oh shut up, don't assume shit if you don't even know why.

Suddenly the bell rings.

   "Good luck!" She dismissed.

While the rest dashed out, most of the guys were still hanging around - looking at me. I took my time by lazily getting up, swinging my bag over my shoulder and tugging Soarin's hands.

   "Be my partner" I pleaded, glancing around quickly at all the other free guys who wanted to be my partner.

How I knew? It's always a repeat when it comes to group projects.

Plus, no one in this class is close to me other than Soar.

Bonus, right?

Negative side though? He's like me.

Doesn't know shit.

He rolled his eyes, flipping the birdy at the guys to fuck off as a sign of agreement and walked out with me towards his locker.

   "Since we don't have practise today (Soccer-team), we can go to the school's library to research and plan. You free?"

I looked at him puzzled, narrowing my eyes at him but nodded anyway.

Shard isn't home today because of another meeting.

And he won't be back till 11 pm because he's going to the pub with his friends.

Probably even later than 11.

Although, I'm a bit surprised at how he wanted to start immediately.

Okay, try a lot.

I cocked my head to the side, leaning against the locker beside him.

   "You've been hanging out with Flash for too long, haven't you?"

He groaned, slamming his locker shut.

   "He won't shut up about Sunset. No one will," He spoke, referring to his friends and their girlfriend. Known as my friends.

He sighed, banging his forehead on his locker.

I squinted my eyes slightly.

   "Soar?" I softly spoke.

That's when I noticed his shallow eyebags, and stress lines across his forehead began to appear.
   
   "Do you ever feel...-" He sighed, "forget it. It's fine."

   "What, no, no, no. What is it?" I contended, placing a hand on his bulky arms.

Damn, they feel nic-

Shut up.

   "Do you ever... want to feel loved?" He started.

I looked at him, confusion placed on my face but raising an eyebrow to go on.

   "Like, you wanna feel loved. Loved by someone who makes you feel unique. Valuable. Special. Unlike anyone else in your life. Someone that can caress you, assuring you that you're alright. Never alone by their single touch. Someone that cherishes you, and vice-versa. Standing with you, no matter what comes through your life. Someone that can send sparks of electricity through your veins, shiver through your spine. Make you feel aroused just by looking at them. Trusting them to carry you through your whole life. Together. But you know no-ones gonna be there for you. 'Cause your a fucking messed-up dickwad and a fucking player. People judge. People assume. They don't know a person till the actually see them. In their true colours. They all fucking assume," he stopped, before puffing out a breath.
 
   "And the sad part is that they all believe in one's rumour rather than the person being rumoured."

•••••

   "... No way! Then I was like 'Excuse me?' And that female dog had the fricking audacity to say 'You're excused'. Like," She scoffed, "What the heck?!"

We all trotted down the hallway, listening to one of Rarity's Bizarre-and-shocking- moments.

   "Well, why dohn't we talk 'bout somethin' else, hmm?" A.J. curtly said, interrupting her.

   "Whatever," She grumbled.

   "Dash? I-I've been meaning to ask you if-" Flutters began, but was immediately cut off by a gasp.

   "Oh. My. God. I just remembered."

   "What?" Sunset inquired.

Rares squealed, jabbing her hands on her cheeks.

   "I'm going on a shopping spree this Saturday with Flitter! Eekkk! Imagine all the shops to go to. All the bags. All the walking," She squealed, "All the clothes!"

She suddenly put a finger on her chin, pouting her lips, "Maybe I can even find some inspiration there for my latest line."

   "That's great Rarity! I'm excited 'cause I'm going on a date this Sunday with my cheesy-weesy!"

Rares gasped, practically shoving her eyeballs into Pinkie's.

   "Darling, you must let me do your makeup."

Pink's just giggled.

   "Well, of course, silly!"

Suddenly, I heard a distinct whisper coming from the two girls behind us.

I ignored it, slightly irritated that they were a bit too loud, but drew my ears closer and listened in when I heard my name in their little discussion.

   "... Yeah, I know right? Like, why would he ever hang-out with a fucking dense egotistical bitch who's got nothing to do other than to gloat about her so-called achievements? They're probably fibs anyway. Like, what a bratty little cunt. She lives where all the rich kids live, she's got the looks, she's got every single fucking thing on a fucking silver platter. And she still complains."

   "Well, you know what they say. Spoiled people growing up bratty become snotty when they're older."

I snapped my head behind sharply to take a good look them, zeroing my eyes as sent them a glare.

   "Excuse me?"

They halted, and so did we. My other gals turned around to see what was going on.

It was... Well, I forgot what their names were but I don't give a fuck.

   "What? So apparently I'm fucking bratty?" I confirmed.

They stayed silent.

   "Yeah, I get that I'm boastul and all, but really? Is that the best you fucking got?" I scoffed.

   "W-well, we were actually just s-sayi-"

   "No," The other girl on the right asserted, cutting her friend off.

She then looked at me in the eyes, as if daring me to bark back.

   "What you heard, you deserve. Like," she snorted, "Who the hell do you think you are showing off like as if you're the fucking President of the United States? Huh? Don't you realise that others don't have what you have? That people can't accomplish things like you do. People have to work hard to get to the top, going through hard obstacles you can't even achieve! Why? 'Cause you were fucking born up there! Up at the top. Spoiled like no other. Complaining about every single fucking thing other people would be grateful of, you ungrateful brat! Grow up!" She shot back, her voice bouncing off the now-quiet hall that held every stationary student that was passing by.

All shocked.

All quiet.

All nervous for what's about to come to these innocent girls.

A distinct sadistic laugh echoed in my head, but I paid no attention to that.

My friends just looked at her, then back at me. Waiting for what I would do next.

Just like the other lingering students around us.

The echoing laugh got even louder. And I suddenly found it hard to concentrate.

Haha, you see? I was right! What am I saying? Of course, I'm right. I always have been.

No one likes you. No one likes your personality. You're just an ungrateful bitch who takes everything for granted. Look at what others have to go through to get to the top?

I bet if you were born in their life, you wouldn't have survived it!

You can't even stand up to your own fucking father!

I shot the deadliest glare I could muster, cracking my fist while I'm at it.

Damn, if looks could kill, she'd be six-feet-underground by now.

I took a step forward, eye-level with them.

   "So tell me, if you were that desperate to-"

   "I'm not desperatete!" The girl on the right, who ranted to me, interjected.

I'm gonna call her... Right-Side-Bitch.

   "Did you just interrupt me?" I comprehended, placing both my hands on my hips.

   "Uh... she didn't actually mean it. Right?" The timid paste-haired girl, who was on the left, explained, looking at her friend who kept glaring back at me.

   "Oh, I meant every single fucking word," she growled, right before pouncing on me.

   "Bloody hell!" I hissed, before snatching her hands out of my hair just so I could twist them.

   "Bitch!" She shrieked, pulling them out and lifted one fist, nearly swinging at me before a hand stopped her.

   "What is going on here?!"

I stopped.

She stopped.

We all stopped.

Right-Side-Bitch looked from the hand that clasped her own to look at the owner's face.

   "Well?" Ms Bee Comb consulted.

After a few seconds of silence, she sighed.

   "Fine, since no one's speaking up, you," she pointed at Right-Side-Bitch, "Now have detention. Go to the office after you've gone to the nurse's office. Your parents will hear about this."

She gasped, "What? No! What about her?!" She pointed a finger at me, while I just narrowed my eyes at her.

   "Well, from what I had witnessed, it was self-defence. And I would appreciate if you wouldn't accuse your classmates or whatever for such nonsense."

   "But, but-"

   "Enough," She snapped back, "Just go. You're making a scene here. Now shoo. Go along."

The said girl just grumbled under her breath, before walking towards the Lunar hall to the nurse's office, with her friend trailing behind her for moral support.

   "And you lot," she looked at the other students around us, "Off you go. Nothing to see here."

And with that, everyone left in whispers.

She then turned back at us, placing her hand on my back.

   "Are you okay?"

What?

No, honestly, what?

One minute, I was twisting her hand like there was no tomorrow, and the next, Ms Bee just stated that what I had done in her eyes was self-defence to the troubled girl, who was receiving more damage than me.

And she got in trouble with it.

Not me.

Eh, not that I'm complaining.

   "Uh, yeah," I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable with her touch.

She smiled at me.

   "Good. If you're feeling a bit sore then don't be afraid to go to the nurse's office and leave early."

Okay, weird. Weird. Weirdo.

Why?

It's so weird for a teacher to actually care about the student's well-being.

And I'm used to getting into physical fights anyway that the teachers don't even care anymore.

The only thing they actually do is get us in trouble.

She's a frickin' newbie

Wait 3 weeks then see how she cares about students well-being.

I bet she's only acting to care about you just so she can get a good reputation from everyone.

Like, who would ever care about you anyway?

She nodded, "Well, I'll be off then. School ended a while ago. Don't forget to do your assigned homework, kids!"

She exclaimed, walking away in the distance.

   "Are you okay, Dashie?" Rares asked.

I just walked along with them, not sure what to say.

Not after what that teacher had done.

   "Of course, she is. She's Dash."

Sunset just nodded at A.J. before saying, "Well, someone had to stop it before it went any further."

'Someone had to stop it before it went any further.'

'Someone had to stop it before it went any further.'

The atrocious laugh echoed back in my head as my hearing began to clog up.

If someone had to stop it before it went any further, why didn't they?

------------------------------------------------------------------------

Oh my God im finally done like yas!

How was it? It was probably crap.

Pinkie's Cheesy-weesy is Cheese Sandwich, btw. And aww, poor Soarin. He wants someone to share his life with.

And damn, bitchy fights i see?

Well, it's not per say a bitchy fight since nothing actually happened but u get what i mean.

Again, why do u think her friends didn't stop the fight? Y didn- NOPE not gonna ask anymore questions. I might spill the plot. The tea.

Toodles.

~ RaaRaa