The lunch bell had run a little while ago. Ponies pass back and forth along with a stray changeling, fluffy dragon…who knew what Timmy was…while the sun shone from above. The weather was a little fairer through the waving leaves. It almost felt as though it were a wink to the coming autumn. The gentle breeze played with a last minute study attempt which elicited a sharp cuss while they tried to find their place again.
An ebony mare sat across a chocolate colored stallion with a grey snout, shaking her head at the slightly swollen right eye he sported. He was trying to eat his food more civilly but a wave of her hand seemed to encourage him to start wolfing it down. Her emerald tail swayed a little in amusement at his hunger.
Bright violet hues scanned the area, she wasn’t there to find a place to eat, or to have lunch in general. No, she was looking for a certain stallion she had been hearing quite a bit about. Someone who punched a brick wall, shattering the stone and was able to bend metal bleachers out of place. Her ears perked as she found the brown stallion with his mare friend. She headed over towards them. She was intrigued by this one. Usually she took little to no interest in mares or stallions her age but…he seemed out of place here. “Hello,” She greeted the two with a bright smile as she looked at both of them warmly and noticed Pen’s mouthful of food and chuckled, “Someone’s hungry, eh?” She asked looking down at his over half empty tray. “Mind if I sit?” She asked, tucking some of her pale mane back over her shoulder. She was a cute grey painted mare who seemed innocent enough.
“Hewwo?” The young stallion asked with a full mouth. Choking down a bite of vegetable sandwich, he managed to cough out a weaker “hello” before nodding. At closer range she could see that his shirt and vest weren’t fitting him so well. They look like something meant for a smaller pony. The school year hadn’t started that long ago…it had to have been some sort of clerical error. “Sure, uh…have a seat. Plenty of room at this table as you can see,” a weak laugh escaped him. For being a little bigger he seemed to be a bit shier when talked to directly. “If you need this table for you and your friends than I can go…”
“Now, Pendleton…back straight. Don’t be afraid to hold your own place. New life, new way, new luck, right?” The dark mare smiled with at him with slitted irises. “You have the same right to anything any student has. Those assholes are just trying to keep you as you were and you know it.” She leaned in a little.
His eyes narrowed a little as he ripped a chunk out of his sandwich as a hint of warmth filtered into the soft breeze. The blackened mare pushed her lunch to him with heavy lidded eyes.
“Don’t you want it?”
“Nah…I’ve already had a nibble. You could use it more.” She turned her gaze toward the newcomer. “This isn’t an exclusive party…yet. Have a seat. As you can see, I’m trying to help Pen build a little confidence. His ex didn’t help but…well, you can see, he’s about as forceful as a sack of potatoes.”
“Hey!” He pouted a bit.
She smirked. “See? Almost seems like he should have grown up on a farm or something, eh? With Ma and Pa Seed teaching him how to use his strength for good.”
He rolled his eyes. “I swear…lose your temper once, or twice…or a few times…and ponies talk…”
Desire took a seat next to Pen, taking note as he tried to offer to leave and how Chrysta told him to more or less stick up for himself. “No, no I came here looking for you actually.” She said with perked ears and smiled at Pen. She noticed how his uniform looked… a tad too small for him and couldn’t help but stare for a moment before her violet hues. “She’s got a point, I never understood why you hung around them when they always just seemed to use you. I was glad when I heard you and Elisa broke up” She said and scooted a bit closer to him. “First things first,” She said and looked up at him. “Are you and Chrysta dating?” She asked, being rather blunt. Desire’ looked at Chrysta as he joked about his being such a push over. “I don’t think it’s such a bad trait, but she has a point, it’s also good to stand up for yourself. Which is why I want to ask you a question, and I want you to answer it honestly.” She said and sat up straight and looked at him. “Would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?” She asked with soft hues. Desire was popular in the least but she did have her own reputation about being more flirty to the school staff then her fellow students so this would be news to anyone who liked to gossip.
“Uhhh…why? Ow!” He winced before giving his friend a look. “Chrysta, what the hell was that foOuch!”
She smirked at him before turning back to Desire with a raised eyebrow. “We aren’t dating, no. And I think Pen meant to say that a different way, didn’t you, Pen?” The ink black mare gave some emphasis to her voice to penetrate the thickness of his skull.