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-Scootaloo POV-

“You should’ve seen the look on her face! She was so proud of me!”

“Uh huh.”

“I mean, the way she was coaching me on, I just couldn't let her down, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“It was like...I don’t know. It started with me wanting to kick Sunset’s ass and rub it in her face for saying what she said, but then after Coach Dash started cheering me on, it’s just-...something kinda...burst. It was awesome!”

“Uh huh.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Oh, sure I am. Coach Dash looked at you or something.”

Wow. I keep forgetting how much meaner than Applebloom Sweetie is. Especially when she’s driving.

“Jeez, if you didn’t want me to talk about it, you could’ve said so,” I say, folding my arms,

“What do you think I’ve been trying to tell you for the past 20 minutes?”

“Alright, fine. I won’t bother you with it anymore. Jesus.”

I lean back in my seat, letting her focus on her driving. No problem. There’s plenty of topics to talk about.

...

“But could you blame me for talking about it?”

“Ugh!”

“I’m sorry, but it’s not easy getting her approval. I have every right to be giddy about it.”

“Can you just go a second without talking about that woman? Fuck’s sake, she’s just a gym coach.”

“Maybe to you because you’re not in her class. I am. No other teacher does what she does. No one gets students as engaged as she does.”

“Again, she’s a gym coach. It’d be more impressive if she didn’t get students immersed.”

“You just have to be there. It’s just something that can’t be explained with words.”

“Scoot, there’s a total of about 60-something students that take her class every day and you’re the only one who acts like this. I highly doubt there’s an outside factor as to why you obsess over thaaaAAAT FUCKING BITCH!!!”

Sweetie then angrily lays into her horn as her infamous road rage makes its appearance.

“TURN SIGNALS!!! FUCKING USE ‘EM!!! No, but seriously, anything that woman does is documented in your head. I bet you keep track of every time she sneezes.”

“Funny. And I don’t obsess over her. She’s just really damn good at her job.”

“She didn’t show up for one singular day last month and you damn near had a panic attack.”

“I don’t see your point.”

“Obviously. Because you’re too obsessed with her to see anything else. You're- Oh, yeah! Sure! That’s how we were taught to merge, jackass! Uh huh! Yup! I bet your mommy and daddy are just thrilled at their baby boy FOR DRIVING LIKE A FUCKING QUEER!!! HOW DO THOSE KUDOS LOOK FROM HELL, YOU FUCKING RETARD?!?!”

“...You sure you don’t want me to take the wheel?”

“Of course not. It’s my car and we're already halfway there. Wouldn’t make sense to switch now.”

“Right. Silly me.”

“Look, bottom line is you just need to quit putting this woman on a pedestal. She’s not a God. She’s a regular woman who laughs, cries, bleeds, and pees like the rest of us. Sure, she’s good at her job, but that’s it. There’s nothing special about her. She’s just a normal working woman.”

“Again, I don’t put her on a pedestal. I’m just a subscriber to the concept of giving credit where it’s due. It’s not my fault she’s the best teacher the school has to offer. She’s a multi-time world champion. She’s an Olympic gold medalist. She’s a life coach. She’s a highly successful woman and what does she do with that kind of resume? Teach kids. That’s gotta graner at least some respect, right?”

“Ok, whatever. I tried. If you wanna have her be all you think about, fine. But just leave me out of it at least. If I have to sit through hearing about your precious coach one more time, I swear too God I’m gonna RIP OUT YOUR SPINE AND BUTT FUCK YOUR SISTER WITH IT!!! THE LIGHT’S YELLOW!!! YOU GO ON YELLOW, YOU STUPID FUCK!!!”

“Ok, I'll only promise to do that if you promise to fix...this problem.”

“It's not a problem. It's perfectly natural. People on the road are dumb and I have every right to condemn them for it.”

“Behind a windshield where the only person hearing the condemning is your fellow passenger who did nothing you're upset over.”

“Consider it a free lesson of what not to do so you never make these mistakes and cause an ungodly amount of disturbance for other drivers.”

“...Sure.”

I'm friends with idiots. But I still love them, though. I wouldn't change a single thing about them.

But enough about that. Today's the worst of the FitnessGram: fucking push ups. The most egregious exercise to ever exist. But I gotta suck it up. Coach Dash is counting on me. She wants my all every time I'm on that floor and goddammit she's gonna get it. Or I'm gonna die trying.

After making it to the school, Sweetie parks the car with me reaching for my stuff behind me.

“Cool, we made it in one piece. Always gotta be grateful for that miracle,” I tease after grabbing my belongings,

“Cute,” Sweetie replies, removing her keys and putting them in her purse, “Just remember that I'm always in control of whether we do or not when you make those jokes.”

“And I'll die a happy girl if you choose the other option.”

“And you'll die by yourself. I'm rolling out.”

“No you won't. You love me too much to both kill me and let me die alone. You gotta pick one.”

“Yeah, that's how it works.”

“Yup. But until then, you're stuck with me.”

I then cement my claim, turning her head to face me and giving her a kiss. And, like always, it takes her a bit to give in and kiss me back. That's my girl. But she eventually reaches her peak and breaks the kiss, saying,

“Alright, alright. Let's just go to class already. I don't want my reputation being ruined because of you.”

She's so adorable when she gets like this. And it's always so much fun to make it worse. So I lean in closer to her, saying,

“Oh, don't be such a drama queen. We've still got 30 more minutes before school starts. Plenty of time to fool around a bit if you're up for it, Sweetie girl~.”

I seal the deal by focusing on her neck, kissing and sucking on it as she sighs in pleasure while gripping the driver's seat. That is until she finds it within herself to push me off of her, staring at me with a mix of lust and annoyance as I uncontrollably chuckle at her. Look at her bein mean. Scary stuff.

“Stop it,” she forces herself to say,

“Fine, fine,” I reply, laughing at her attempts to be all sewious.

I swear, messing with her will never not be part of my daily schedule. It's one of the reasons I'm glad she finally has her car back. It enables me to do whatever I want with her. The bus is too restrictive. I wanna kiss my beautiful sweetness. Can't do that with cameras and drivers and invasive perverted eyes.

Of course, that's just one perk of car riding. A close second is definitely the fact that we get here far before anyone else. So we're always the first to eat and we get free reign to go wherever.

Now, while I wish Sweetie wasn't such a prude and would realize that pre-academic affection is one of the core necessities of any living being, that's just not how it goes most of the time. And with Applebloom being so adamant about taking the bus, I'm always left on my lonesome. Which, for anyone else would probably be the most daunting thing, but for me, there couldn't be a more ideal scenario. Because I know for a fact Coach Dash is one of, if not the first, people to enter the building. So I've got ample time to really spend time with her and help her in any way I can.

So after finishing breakfast, I head directly to her classroom. But in my pursuit, the universe expresses its utter hatred for me by putting Shimmer in my path. I really hate my bad luck. I already won. I kicked her ass and drug it through the mud yesterday. Why do I have to interact with her?

Well, maybe I don't have to. Crossing paths doesn't necessarily always lead to interaction. I just gotta keep to myself and focus on what's really important right now. Hell, she’s too busy looking on her phone to even notice me. Maybe I'm worrying about nothing.

“Purple haired freak,” she comments without even looking up from her phone as I pass her.

I should've known that that was wishful thinking. Someone that bitchy can't survive without their daily intake of attention. She always has to do something to get under someone's skin just for a slimmer of focus on her...and it works.

“Don't get mad at me because you're slow as hell,” I reply,

“Oh, so you do a couple more laps and you're automatically U'Rain Bolt?”

“No, I'm just someone who finally shut up the self proclaimed queen of the world.”

“Oh, that's cute. You think running a bit in front of your incompetent coach makes you special. Aww. Well, it's nice to know that when the time comes where you have to prove your worth, you'll always have running for mommy Dash as an option.”

Alright, I'm sick of your mouth. I drop my bag before saying,

“I mean, if you want, I can show you what else I'm good at right now.”

She glares daggers at me as I wait for her next move. Come on, you prissy pillow princess. No one’s stopping you. Put up or shut up.

After what felt like five stages of erosion going by, she finally responds, replicating my actions as she slides her purse down her arm and tosses it aside before stepping forward inches away from my face. Go ahead, you pompous bitch. Do something! I fucking dare you!

My blood is then brought to a boil as a condescending smirk appears on her face. She then scoffs before saying,

“You know what? It’s not worth it. I have better things to do with my time than dragging an attention whore’s lapdog around this hallway.”

And with that final statement, my patience deteriorates. She’s gonna pay for every letter in that fucking sentence!

She starts to walk off, but I shove her against the lockers, pinning her head right on the hinge of one of them. She then dramatically shrieks while haphazardly trying to fight me off. Instantly realizing what she’s doing, I immediately release her and take a few steps back. And as expected, the door behind us opens with Ms. Cheerilee poking her head out to see what’s going on.

“What in God’s name are you two doing out here?” she questions,

As I try to think on my feet to get out of this, I turn to scowl at the shameless pussy behind me. She, in turn, gives a feigned look of fear as if preparing to frame me to be the only one at fault.

“Uh...Nothing. She just saw a spider or something,” I answer,

“Honestly, compose yourself better. They’re more scared of you than you are of them. Believe me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Shimmer replies, “Sorry. I just really have bad experiences with those filthy, disgusting, freaky little creatures. I’ll try to get over it, though.”

“Please do.”

She then returns to her classroom with Shimmer giving off a coy “hmph” before walking off. As much as I hate her, I have to thank my lucky stars for not getting in trouble. I’m not exactly a model student, so getting extended days of suspension is very possible if I’m not careful. And I do NOT need that. I can NOT go that long without Coach Dash. So I gotta keep myself calm, cool, and collected. But that’s easier said than done considering what I have to deal with.

I soon make it to Coach Dash’s class, trying to get the earlier event out of my head. And only she can do that right now. Hell, I'm sure within just five minues with her, I'll forget all about that Ronald McDonald haired fucker. Or at least that was the plan before seeing who's in there already. What's Ms. Sparkle doing here?

“So she exceeded expectations, eh?” Ms. Sparkle asks, placing the temple tip of her glasses in between her teeth,

“Don't read too much into it,” Coach Dash replies, “I just saw something I didn't think I would. That's all.”

“Mmhm. Sounds like someone's been underestimating her star pupil.”

“Alright, let's not get crazy, now. Scootaloo was good that one time in that one aspect, but she'll have to do more and better than that if she wants a chance of being a star pupil.”

Wh-...what? Star pupil? Me?

“I mean, considering your other options, does anyone even come close to what she has to offer?”

“See, that's the thing. Like I said before, she's got everything but accuracy. Hell, that's partly why her performance wowed me as much as it did. So star student, that could be up in the air.”

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

“Ah, so model student. And from your shadow no less. What are the odds?”

“Eh, it figures. Who better to represent peak athleticism than someone who studies me?”

“Right. So what was that you were saying about not going off on a single showing?”

“Hey, that only applies to making comparisons to me. She can have her praises when it comes to all the other wimps.”

“Jeez, from the way you're talking, it seems like she dusted through everyone. Was she really that dominant?”

“Oh, not by a long shot. Peach was really giving her a run for her money.”

“Ooooh.”

“Yup. Not apologizing, either.”

It's taking everything within me to keep from laughing. The look on Ms. Sparkle's face is really testing me.

“Ignoring that, was that it? Those two are all your class has to offer?”

“Well, no, but thanks for making me feel inadequate, asshole. There's actually another girl that caught my attention. The new one.”

Oh no.

“New girl? Who?”

“Ah! Her name always gets away from me. You might know her. About Spike's height, maybe a bit taller, red and yellow hair, looks like she belongs on a Maybelline ad, ring any bells?”

“Hmm...oh, you might be talking about Sunset Shimmer.”

“That's it! That's the one!”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

“Yeah, she just came in last week. She made that much of a splash already?”

“Yeah, she caught my eye for a bit. She seems cool. Definitely has a bright future after school.”

“Well, that's nice to hear. So is she like Scootaloo and just follows your every move?”

“Oh, no. She hates me.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Hates the absolute shit outta me. I'm the bane of her existence.”

Wait, if she knows, then why-...

“And that doesn't bother you?”

“Why would it? I'm a coach, not the prom queen. I get paid for performance, not popularity. And if I see someone working their asses off, I'm gonna give props regardless if I'm their favorite person or the embodiment of the dirt on their shoes. That’s just me. You can obsess over who has wet dreams about you all you want. For me, I’ll just let skill do the talking.”

“Well, that was needlessly graphic, but alright. So those are your star players, huh? You think they’ll show out with this test, too?”

“They better. If they show me that amount of fire with one test but not the other, I might just burn this school down.”

“And no one would blame you. Just give me a warning before you do. Burning to death over others not performing to your standard doesn’t seem very pleasant.”

“Of course, of course. I’ll make sure you know ahead of time as long as it doesn’t interrupt your daily brown nosing sessions with Celestia.”

Shit! She’s coming this way! Thinking quickly, I geniously walk over to the nearby water fountain and pretend to drink from it until I hear the door open with Ms. Sparkle walking past me. Once she passes, I cease the opportunity and head into Coach Dash’s classroom. And there she is in all her glory. Her lush, vibrant, short rainbow hair, her fair, smooth, pale blue skin, her beautiful violet eyes, her trademark royal blue and jade green tracksuit, how is it that she always looks her best no matter the scenario. I bet she could still look drop dead gorgeous after literally dropping dead.

She doesn’t notice me right away as she’s scrolling away on her phone. But once she does, she jolts in shock, nearly dropping her phone.

“Oh, hey,” she says, calming down, “Jesus, should put a bell on you.”

I wouldn’t be opposed to that.

“Hm?”

“I just like coming to class. Especially yours.”

Stupid mouth. Almost freaked her out.

“I can see that,” she says, turning her attention back to her phone, “You ready to put those arms to work today? Like I said, I wanna see every bit of what I saw yesterday.”

“Got it. I won’t let you down, Coach.”

“I know you won’t. You’re high caliber talent. Everyone else conks out at around 12 or something. You can easily get 25, right?

“Uh...yeah. No sweat.”

“That’s my girl. Make everyone else look like chumps.”

Yeah...yeah...I can do that easily. 25 push ups? That’s for pussies. I’ll do 50 just so she knows she can trust me to be her pupil. It’s only right if I’m already the star student. Hehehehe.

“Ugh. Fuckin’ Twilight,” she says, placing her phone on the desk before standing up and walking to her door,

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is I've got a cunt for a friend. She turned up the heat before she left. And while that usually might not be a problem for literally any other part of the year, it’s hot as balls and I don’t feel like dealing with that. It’s alright, though. I’ll get her back.”

She turns down her thermostat before taking off her jacket and tying it around her waist, leaving her in her tight white t-shirt. Oh my God. I don’t think I really had the chance to appreciate how fit she is. Her torso is taunt and flat. Her arms are nice and toned. And her chest is- I’m just gonna steer away from there so I don’t get disrespectful.

“Hey, Scootaloo,” my Goddess says, grabbing my attention,

“Yeah?” I answer as she heads to her desk and leans back on it,

“Something I’ve been wondering for a bit now: you’re not a book nerd and you’re sure as hell not a valedictorian, so why do you like going to class so much? Like, you're here 20 minutes before school even starts. Not that I'm complaining. Can't be mad at someone who's eager for school. But don't you have friends or a boyfriend or whatever?”

Ok. Ok. Just don't say anything weird.

“Uh...I just like being punctual. Doesn't make sense to struggle with both grades and attendance, right?”

“Yeah, guess you're right. Wouldn’t be ideal for you to deal with that. Your parents would probably lose their shit, huh?”

“Eh, they wouldn’t really notice, let alone care. They’re never home, so that wouldn’t really be something I’d have to worry about.”

“Oh. Sorry. That’s gotta be rough.”

“It’s alright. I manage. A childhood friend’s there with me. I wish she wasn’t so invasive, though.”

“Yeah, it’s such a pain when people just don’t know when they’re overbearing. Like, I know you mean well, but just-”

“Just leave me the hell alone.”

“Exactly! We’ve got all the time in the world to do whatever. Just let me have my me time.”

“Right?! And it doesn’t help that she’s a magic enthusiast. So since that’s what I liked when I was like 8, it’s gonna be what I like now.”

“Oh, no. That’s not how that works.”

“And like that, you’re smarter than she is. I mean, I like the girl. She’s cool in any other aspect. But there's times where I just want her to-”

“Fucking disappear.”

“Right. See, you get it. Why can’t she be more like you?”

She chuckles at my question before standing up and walking up to me. She then takes me off guard by placing her hands on my face and lightly caressing it, saying in a soft tone,

“Heh. Well, you certainly know how to flatter someone. But you’ve gotta remember: with this planet, there’s 7 billion people. And within every one of those people, there’s a different story and upbringing. So no matter how much they get on your nerves, no matter how unbearable they are, no matter how many times they’ve made you upset, not a single person will ever be me.”

I can’t help but laugh at her comment as she pokes my nose. This is why I love her so much. She’s cool. She’s relatable. She’s funny. Why can’t she be my legal guardian? Life literally wouldn’t get any better if that were the case.

The moment is then slightly spoiled as a sound erupts from her pocket. She scoffs before reaching inside and pulling out her phone. And that annoyed eye roll is very telling.

“Well, this has been fun. But duty calls. So we’re gonna have to cut this short. But I’ll see you out on that gym floor. And I better not see you do anything less than 25, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl. I know I can count on you. See ya, Scoots.”

She scratches my chin before heading out of her class, leaving me awestruck. I’m her good girl. I’m her star student. I’m her Scoots! The girls are gonna be so fucking jealous!
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