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"Yo Anon. You's ready for this?" Mase asked in a nervous jitter.

"Jesus Mase, looks like you're going to shit yourself. Just chill, you got this," I said sitting next to him. All of us were in the boys locker room, dressed in our best basketball gear. The locker room looked alot better than the ones back home: The lockers had fresh paint, and there were no tagging on the walls, or even in the mirrors in the bathroom. The best thing about tryouts in Canterlot High was the lack of competition. From what I've heard, they barely convince enough people to show up to play, and those who tryout usually got in the team.

I also wanted to get out of the locker room, and quickly. The freshman still haven't learned that in a locker room that reeked of body odor, using Axe Body Spray made the smell nearly unbearable. I told the guys I had to make a quick call to Summer Song, and I would meet them later. As I sat there taking in the horrid smell, I heard what I was waiting for: The clopping sound of stilettos meeting hard floor. The door opened to reveal a not too happy Vice-Principal Luna with a manila folder in her hand.

"We cannot believe we are doing this," She said in an unhappy tone.

"I said the same thing when we did it. Glad to see that things can come around full circle," I said with a smile.

"You should of alerted us if you were not of age."

"You shouldn't pway on Iwwocent children like me," I answered with a childish tone.

Luna laughed and handed me the folder. "This is Flash Sentry's permanent record. You can't take pictures, but you can look inside."

Finally, the moment came. I specifically asked for this because of the information I could use against Flash. The information in this folder might give me something, an edge to show that bitch what happens when you miss with filly-

Nothing.

"There's nothing in here," I said in shock.

Vice-Principal Luna laughed. "Anon, sometimes saying nothing says alot more than talking."

I began to think about that statement, I mean if his record is clean...

"He is a goody two shoe?"

"And?" Vice Principal Luna said eagerly, she obviously was loving the fact I was using my brain.

"And if I can prove to everyone he isn't as the boy scout that he comes off as, I might get the benefit of the doubt when I need it?"

Luna gave me a giant hug, with her rather healthy breasts to my face.

"Huzzah! We knew you could figure it out!" She screamed in celebration.

I always had this joke in my mind, and It looked like I would be able to pull it off. As Mase was checking out all the girls, who were waiting for the Lady Wondercolts tryouts that were to happen right after ours from the bleachers, I tossed some water on his face from a water bottle.

"Fuck Anon! what was that for!" Mase screamed.

"You looked thirsty," I replied. Everyone trying out and even the girls laughed, including the cute Rainbow Haired one that was in Flash's group.

Just like that game that began my friendship with my new crew: it was a slaughter.The crew and I were too quick, too strong, and too swagalicious for everyone trying out. Even though everyone made the team, my group and I became starters. I became point guard.

"Anon, where are you's going?" Mase asked as I got up from the bleachers and began to make my way out of the Gym after we were done. We decided to stay to cheer Talala in her tryout.

"Gonna get some fresh air, be back in a sec. And if it ends before I go: get the Rainbow Haired girl's number for me."

The best thing about working up a sweat is wind. It gives a strong feeling of freedom. It smelt like the forest that surrounded the town. There was also a hint of perfume in the wind as well...

That expensive, fancy, perfume.

A few feet from the Gym doors and around the brick corner I observed a beautiful creature. White Skin, Purple Hair, and a sense for fashion that would make anyone from London, Paris, or New York jealous. When it came to these kind of girls, you have only one shot of making an impression. Blow that one chance: you will spend the rest of your relationship in the friend-zone. Any other guy would literately shit bricks thinking about coming up to her. As for me? I just went up to her.

Why?

Because I'm just that fuckin' boss.

I came up to the girl, who was taking pictures of the flowers along the side of the building. "Why are you taking pictures of the flowers? If you are looking for real beauty, you should take a selfie," I said with a smile.

The girl was not amused. "Is that the best one liner you have?"

"Yea," I answered non-apologetically.

"Eh, its better than this one guy said. I can never look at my feet and talcum powder the same way again."

"Ew."

"I know. I'm Rarity by the way."

"Anon" I said with a devilish smile.

"Oh, your the guy? I'm guessing you are here to take me from Flash or whatever you two are arguing about?"

"Sadly, No. I'm here for some fresh air, had basketball tryouts. What are you doing?"

"I've always loved a man in uniform," she said with a seductive wink. "And I'm just taking pictures, it helps me think of new ideas for clothing lines."

"Really? If I find anything that you might find inspirational, can I send it to you?"

For someone who had never asked for a girl's number for other than working on school projects, I think I did okay. We exchanged numbers, said our goodbyes, and I began to walk back to the gym. But not before snapping a picture and sending a text to my new acquaintance.

I smiled as Rarity pulled her cell phone out of her bra, and read the text. She giggled and turned to me.

"You are persistent, I like that."