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Stonewalled at the Spring Fling

by Phaoray

Chapter 1: The Great and Powerful New Image.

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The Great and Powerful New Image.

"All right class," Miss Cheerilee started. "We have a new student transferring in today. Would you care to introduce yourself, miss...?"

"Trixie, her name is Trixie."

Cheerilee looked at Trixie curiously. "Her name...?"

She nodded. "That is what Trixie said. Now..." Trixie turned towards the class with a smile.

"Good morning, one and all! Trixie is new to this school, so please bear with her. After asking around this wonderful town, Trixie just knew this was the school for her. She has heard nothing but great things about the teachers and students at Canterlot."

She pointed to Roseluck. "Trixie has heard that your family runs a flower shop that sells the most beautiful bouquets around." Roseluck blushed and looked away.

"You," Trixie gestured to a grey girl with a bow tie. "The cellists at Trixie's old school talked about you're playing in awe." Octavia smirked, a eyebrow slightly raising as if such talk about her was only natural.

Trixie then looked to Miss Cheerilee with the same wide smile. "There was even some talk among the faculty about you, Miss Cheerilee. About how you were willing to help any student in need, and never gave up on them." Cheerilee, in turn, smiled back and waved Trixie off from saying anymore.

Trixie then scanned the small class in front of her, seemingly making eye contact with each and everyone before speaking again. "Trixie hopes to learn more about all of you, so that we can become good friends." She then looked to the side and brought a hand up to her mouth, seemingly hiding her expression out of embarrassment. "And, if you had the time, Trixie wanted to display one of her hobbies this Friday in the gym. She has always enjoyed magic and would like to put on a little show for all of you. So, it would mean a lot to see you all there. And feel free to invite anyone you think might be interested in seeing it as well."

The amount of hearts that melted at the cute display was almost palpable in the classroom, inciting many of them to vocally express their interest in coming to the show.

Trixie stopped hiding her face once the class calmed down and gave them another smile. Her eyes seemed alight with energy and happiness to everyone present, making many feel lucky to have such an intriguing new girl in their homeroom.

"Thank you all. Trixie has been working on this performance for months. She knows it'll be hard to pull off, but she hopes you won't see through her act."


"Now, see, if Trixie subtracts thirty two from this side, she has to subtract it from the other, leaving only "P" over here, making your answer-"

"P" equals negative five! Of course!" Flitter exclaimed, interrupting Trixie.

Cloud Chaser pumped her fist in the air. "In your face, Math! That was actually pretty easy once you explained it, Trixie. I've got this test in the bag now!"

Trixie lightly chuckled from the other side of the desk, and gave Cloud a slight grin. "She hates to say it, but this is the easy part of the test. At least half of it will probably be much more tricky."

Cloud's eyes widened and she slammed her head into her book before letting out a tired groan. "B-but, I only have two weeks! If I fail another test, my parents are going to kill me!"

Trixie patted her on the back sympathetically. "We'll just have to make sure you don't fail it then, right? How about we get together for an hour after class to go over things for the next two weeks then?"

"R-really?"

Flitter, who had been mostly watching Trixie helping her sister, meekly raised her hand in the air and smiled nervously. "U-um, mind if I join too?"

"Of course." She smiled. "Trixie would be glad to help both of you."


"Sure, I'll try to check it out soon."

Trixie smiled and waved to the departing student. She did a quick stretch by putting her arms over her head, before sitting down by the statue in relief.

"O-oh, thank you so much for the help, Trixie."

"It's no problem, Fluttershy. Trixie was more than happy to help with handing out the fliers."


"And Trixie is telling you you're doing it wrong."

"Pfft. No offense, but what would a goody two shoes like you know about being awesome?"

Trixie looked around, ensuring they were alone in the music room before letting a devious little smirk appear on her face in front of Rainbow Dash. "Hmph, Trixie is as awesome as she wants to be, when she wants to be. Here, let her show you."

Trixie held out her hand to Rainbow Dash. Though a little surprised, Dash was looking forward to seeing the egghead make a fool of herself, so she handed over the pick and guitar.

Several minutes and one long guitar solo later...

Trixie used a finger to gently close Dash's gaping mouth.

"W-what! How do you-"

"So-" Trixie interrupted, playing a short, but intense riff. "Care to try it again from the top?"


"Yes," Rarity started, looking over the well worn dresses. "I see why you came to me with this."

Trixie smiled sweetly, both hands clutched behind her back. "When the drama club asked for Trixie's help, she knew who to immediately go to. She's good at making accessories and flair for her own outfits, but Trixie wouldn't be able to breath life back into these old clothes. Would you be willing to help them?"

Rarity nodded. "Of course, dear. Let it not be said that Rarity wouldn't help her fellow students in their hour of need. And these...ugh...dresses are in desperate need of some attention. Still," Rarity looked over curiously. "I haven't heard anything about you joining the drama club."

"Trixie actually isn't part of the club."

"And yet they came to you about this?"

Looking away, Trixie brought her hands out from behind her back and started twiddling her thumbs. "Y-yes? Trixie didn't exactly expect this to happen, you know."

Rarity grinned at the cute display, and went back to folding the dresses. "This isn't the first time I've heard of a club coming to you for help, either."

"W-well, Trixie doesn't want to disappoint anyone, so she couldn't say no the first time. Then-"

"Then it snowballed from there, yes? If you keep acting so kind-"

"It's not an act!"

Rarity stopped folding and looked over to a wide eyed Trixie. Quickly, Trixie placed her hands over her mouth and cheeks to hide.

"S-sorry, I-"

Trixie was waved off from saying anymore by Rarity. "No, it's okay. While most girls at this school are kind, I've already heard the rumor floating around about you, Trixie. Still, if the best they can come up with about you is "She's too good to be real", then I don't think you have much to worry about. Sorry if it sounded like I believed that rubbish."

"N-no, it's fine. Trixie has just been a little sensitive about it lately."

Rarity nodded. "Understandable. Well, let me rephrase. If you keep helping other like this, I would not be surprised if you were made princess of the Spring Fling in a few months."

"O-oh." Trixie gave a little smile, her cheeks refusing to change from their scarlet color for the moment. "I'm not sure about that. She was thinking of, well, maybe running, but-"

"My dear, you simply must! It would be a crime for you to not at least give it a try."

Trixie shuffled a foot back and forth on the floor, nervously. "Well...maybe..."

"Then it's settled." Rarity stated, grabbing several bags of dresses. "The sign up is next week. I will be quite cross not to see your name on it, am I clear?"

"All right, Rarity. If you think Trixie can do it, then she'll give it a shot."


Trixie smiled as she walked down the hallways, returning waves and greetings. Behind her, two younger students, Snips and Snails, argued on who would carry her books tomorrow. Flitter and Cloud Chaser walked at her sides, while several of the more popular guys led the way to the cafeteria.

Just two months after first coming to the school, and this had become the norm for Trixie.


Finally, Friday. And not a moment too soon.

After closing the door behind her, Trixie promptly tossed her book bag on the couch in the living room and headed for her bedroom. Her shoes and shirt were already off before she was halfway up the stairs. She carelessly left them strewn about in the hallway, wishing only to be out of the clawing outfit as soon as she could.

Trixie was down to just her underwear when she collapsed onto her bed, groaning. She was tired and frustrated. The outfits felt tight against her skin and confining compared to what she used to wear. Her old outfits were exiled to the back of her closet, replaced with what she learned was popular in her long hours of research.

Even that air head Rarity was impressed with Trixie's clothing. At least that means the effort was worth it.

Or was it? She quickly discarded the question.

Of course it's worth it.

She stretched and rolled over to her side while thinking. She had painstakingly worked everything in her favor. Her looks, her personality, heck, she even somehow managed to convince her parents to let her transfer schools two months into the new semester to give her that alluring transfer student image.

She laughed a little to herself, thinking back on Rarity's comment about the Spring Fling, and her insistence on Trixie trying for Princess. Of course she was going to go for it. Go for it, and win. What was the point of all this, if she didn't have a goal in mind to show how far she had come from her last school? Just the thought of the school she had attended up to this point brought back bitter memories.

Pfft, look at that dork, probably off to practice her crappy show again.

What a waste. if she wasn't so creepy, I could see her being kind of popular with the boys. She is kind of cute.

Really? Have you seen her outfits? Stars and wands? What is she, six?

The sad part is, Trixie thought, as she put a pillow over her own head. Those were my better days.

Most of the time, past her first year in middle school at least, she had been utterly ignored. What friends she had made growing up had been encouraged by others to slowly drift away from her. It was like the entire school wanted her to be alone.

Even her hobby, illusions and sleight of hand, hadn't helped. The reactions to the few shows she had the courage to do were mixed. At best, some light clapping and a person or two mentioning that she was like a different person on the stage. A person they preferred over her. At worst, mockery and taunts that caused her to end her shows early. Unexpectedly, her shows had made things worse in the long run. Rumors spread that she was a gypsy who stole anything she could and did creepy spells. Whenever something went missing, she was blamed.

When her dad mentioned a big move, she had been ecstatic. It was like a golden opportunity to reshape herself had been handed to her. But, she didn't want to start over as she was, the girl who didn't know a thing about looking attractive and had a fixation on magic. She spent months going through fashion magazines, finding out about her new school, and practicing her new personality.

Yes, her new personality. No longer would she be Trixie, the lazy and creepy girl you avoided. She would be popular! Popular enough to win the Spring Fling! She'd make her stage personality, the confident and brazen one she constructed by watching countless magicians, and make it who she truly was. She even found that having a quirk, like talking in third person could be thought of as cute, and could potentially make her even more liked if she played it off well.

Still, it had not been easy. She all but completely stopped going to her old school in the two months prior to her transfer. That time had been between herself, a mirror, and an endless amount of research and videos on how to remake yourself. The few times she had gone to school in that time had been encouraging. She only went to practice her new personality, and the changes were well received, resulting in a few received numbers and the gleeful joy of taking them and stomping them beneath her boots as she walked off. She didn't need to care about what they thought about her anymore, she had others to impress now. Even when she was positive she could pull off this new personality, she still had other problems to address about herself.

Two months of learning and practicing had barely been enough. She constantly had to remind herself to talk in third person. And that isn't even mentioning the questioning glances her parents gave her. She'd given up junk food, her lazy nature, and even forced herself to keep smiling while she explained to idiots things they should be able to figure out on their own. Instead of going home after school and enjoying surfing the internet and stuffing her face with crackers of all shapes and sizes, she stayed behind and helped clubs, or struggling students. It was stressful, it made her body ache and protest, but damn-it, she was finally popular!

Sighing, Trixie took the pillow off of her head, and rolled to her side. She was pretty sure she could spend today resting, but she'd need to hit the books tomorrow. Being a good student sucks.

She would have preferred to just look for new illusions on the internet, or maybe even take a walk down to the abandoned quarry and rest in the sun there. But, she couldn't. Not if she wanted to keep this act up.

Trixie shook her head. It's not an act. This is who she is now. Popular, and liked, and, and...why am I so exhausted every day just being me? She shook her head again. No, it's 'Why is Trixie so exhausted every day just being her?' Or was it herself? Ugh.

Regardless, it was still better than the alternative, right? And speaking in third person all the time was becoming easier. A few more months, and it'll be like she always spoke that way. She was sure of it.


Monday, outside of the school cafeteria...

Trixie blinked uncomprehendingly as she stood next to Rarity. Rarity, along with Rainbow, Fluttershy, and a few others were handing out flyers.

"Come again? Trixie doesn't think she heard you correctly."

"Oh, darling," Rarity started, putting her hands together in a pleading manner. "Please understand. I am wishing you the best with the Spring Fling, but, it is a competition. The only other girl to sign up was someone named Sunset Shimmer. And, well, let's say she isn't exactly endearing herself to anyone."

Deep Breaths, Trixie. Just hold it together.

She forced herself to smile at Rarity. "Sunset Shimmer, isn't she new here as well? Don't you think it's a little unfair, you competing with two girls who have only been here a few months?" She folded her arms and gave a little pout. "Trixie was hoping for your help in this, after you convinced her to run you know."

Rarity gave Trixie her most apologetic look. "I know that it looks bad, darling, but please believe me, I really do think you have a good chance of winning. Most of the school adores you already. As for Sunset, while I do not mean to be rude, she has no chance. It'd hardly be a competition between the two of you."

Trixie remained silent and continued to give Rarity a hurt face, causing her to sigh and lightly pat Trixie's shoulder.

"Look, darling, this is just a friendly competition between friends. I would not even consider turning this into anything else. If you need help, I am more than willing to give advice, or point you in the right direction. But, I was planning to run in the Spring Fling before you even came to Canterlot High." Rarity's eyes went wider and a little teary as she looked into Trixie's eyes. While a good act, Trixie's had become quite adept at ferreting out insincerity. "So, please darling, don't take this personally. And don't drop out because of me."

Drop out? DROP OUT! Trixie'll rip that arrogant little-

"I understand Rarity." She gave a small smirk, expertly working her muscles from making the absolutely livid expression she wanted to. "But don't think Trixie is out of this. There's still five months until the Spring Fling after all."

With a grateful smile, Rarity regarded her new rival. "Oh, that is so good to hear, darling! I wish you luck."

"Hey Rares, you wanna help us out since, ya know, this is your competition?"

"Oh! Right, so sorry Rainbow! Ta ta for now, Trixie."

"Ta ta..."

I'll TA TA YOU AND YOUR WHOLE TRAITOROUS GROUP RIGHT OUT OF CANTERLOT, YOU-


"-Stupid jerks!"

A rock went flying, making a small thud as it hit against the rocky outcropping.

"Trixie didn't want to be friends with any of you anyways!"

Another rock was deftly kicked and darted out of sight.

It was all perfect! Perfect until that traitor showed her true colors!

She quickly made short work of most of the stones within kicking distance as she continued her fervent tirade. Luckily, no one was close enough to hear her.

Trixie had found this old, closed down quarry almost by accident while searching for somewhere to quietly practice her performances. The fact that there was warnings all over the outside of the quarry did little to deter her from making use of the area. After all, if someone found her here, well, it was likely they shouldn't be there themselves. A small, boxed in area below a rocky ridge was the ideal place to her for keeping out of sight while she practiced.

It also made a great place for her to openly and loudly vent.

I had everything! A nothing rival, two of the most well known and liked students in the school to back me up *Fluttershy was a little too introverted to count for much more than a cute face*, and they all just, j-just turn on me like that!? Why!? Did they see through me!? Was it that obvious to them!? If so-

Trixie kicked her newest victim hard enough to feel pain at the connection between her foot and the rock.

"Why couldn't they just tell it to my face!?"

Kick!

"Why did they even pretend to like Trixie!?"

Kick!

"Why did they pretend to be my friends!?"

Tap, tap tap tap tap...

The sudden noise jolted Trixie out of her tirade. She was panting, partly from rage and mostly from how worked up she was. Looking around, Trixie noticed some dirt and rocks had fallen from the ridge above her.

Trixie wasn't that loud, was she? It would be just her luck to yell loud enough to bring the whole...ridge...

As she looked up, face flushed from exertion and sweat trickling down one side of her face, Trixie's lavender eyes came in contact with a pair of sky blue ones.

For a moment, neither said anything. Trixie was too shocked to do more than stare. Her train of thought had derailed so badly by the new presence that she had almost forgot to keep breathing. Finally, the dull, sky blue eyes blinked, releasing Trixie from her paralysis.

Immediately, Trixie took a few steps back, her face turning into a scowl she hadn't made openly to anyone in months. The most striking feature of this creepy stranger to Trixie was her face. Oh, not the mulberry hair that ran down to her neck, or the grayish brown skin that covered said neck. Her face. It was so...dull. No makeup to add a hint of color. Her eyes, her lips, everything about this stranger oozed boredom with everything around her. Even Trixie, wondrous, amazing Trixie, was regarded with that same look of disinterest.

Trixie just scowled more at this. Even the strangers clothes weren't that interesting. Just a blue frock and matching boots that nearly reached her knees. While Trixie was sure it was ten times more comfortable than the confining white shirt and itchy plaid skirt she was wearing, it did nothing to make the stranger any more alluring than the lifeless rocks that surrounded them.

With a touch of a growl in her voice, Trixie asked. "Who are you? Didn't you see all the signs to stay out of here?"

An agonizing ten seconds went by before the stranger finally answered.

"...I'm Maud."

Wonderful, I'm in the presence of someone worse at speaking than that stupid canary colored liar.

"Hmph, think carefully on this then, Maud. You weren't here very long, right? You didn't hear anything, did you?"

Another long silence followed, of which the most interesting thing was Maud doing one, agonizingly slow, blink.

"...Just you..."

Trixie's glare was met with Maud's dull stare for another minute, before Trixie put her nose in the air and turned around.

"Whatever, it's not like it matters."

With that, Trixie started walking back the way she had come. Albeit, at a slower than normal pace due to the pain in her foot.

It doesn't matter if she heard Trixie, it's not like she goes to her school.


...She goes to Trixie's school...great.

Trixie didn't blame herself for not noticing. If anything, Maud almost seemed to go out of her way to be overlooked. Or maybe she was just naturally hard to notice? Trixie's eyes practically went over her several times throughout the day, only catching her with a second, or even third look, causing Trixie to wonder just how often she had seen Maud, but really hadn't.

The first time Trixie noticed Maud was only because of the pink haired whirlwind known as Pinkie sitting next to her at lunch the day after their brief encounter. A few smiles and short conversations later on in the day, and Trixie had managed to find out that Pinkie and Maud were sisters. This created a potential problem for her.

If there was one student at Canterlot High Trixie had learned to stay away from, it was Pinkie. Pinkie was...hard to read, to put it lightly. Trixie couldn't tell if she was just a energetic idiot, or pretending to be one. She was disturbingly insightful at times, even once nearly unmasking Trixie in front of several admirers before bouncing away like nothing had really happened. Pinkie was also a person with connections to nearly every group in Canterlot High. And the surrounding area. And the area surrounding that area. She was someone who talked to a lot of others at the school, meaning she was probably a very big gossip.

She was also someone Maud might tell about Trixie's angry tirade the other day. While she really didn't care whether or not Pinkie was on her side in the competition, she certainly didn't want to be on her bad side for acting that way in front of Maud.

It was with this line of thought that brought up a cruel irony to Trixie: She was more worried about Pinkie's opinion than her sisters. To Trixie, it seemed as though Pinkie overshadowed Maud in every department. It was a bit pitiful, really. While Trixie felt some sympathy for Maud, at least she had probably been protected by Pinkie's popularity from bullies throughout her life. And it wasn't like Maud seemed to really care much about her utter lack of impact on anyone around her. She was probably what Trixie would have eventually become if she had stopped caring and remained at her old school.

Trixie brushed that thought aside with a shiver.

Regardless, Pinkie hadn't given Trixie any indication that she was aware of what happened a few days ago, and she wanted to keep it that way. It was time to play nice, to show Maud that what she saw in the quarry was just a minor hiccup instead of what she really thought. To this end, Trixie found herself waiting outside of the school on her own later that day, holding back the urge to head home and remove the clothing that, despite months of wear, was still incredibly uncomfortable to her.


"So..." Trixie said, looking to the other side of the table. "How have you been since our last meeting?"

"...Fine..."

Inside her head, Trixie was screaming.

She had been successful, waving Maud down when she came out of school and asking to talk. Inviting her out to a small diner. But...the talking part...

Well, this could be worse.

Trixie held back a sigh as she poked at her salad. Despite her hunger, she was just sick of them. Her parents had shown concern at her diet and the weight she dropped over the last few months, but Trixie had been quite insistent at keeping to the popularity regime she was following, and that meant keeping as far away from what she really wanted. Cracker's, fatty, but incredibly delicious treats, and what was on Maud's plate, no less. She worked hard to keep the longing look off of her face at the remaining half of the burger Maud deemed not to eat.

Trixie felt a toe prod her knee, causing her to make a undignified yelp and throw a glare at Maud.

"What the hell are you thinking!? Did you seriously just take off your shoe and touch me with your dirty foot!?"

"...Yes..."

Trixie quickly put a hand up to cover her own face and get a grip on her anger. Slowly, she took a large breath.

Great. Just great. Way to show her Trixie's good side.

Slowly, Trixie took her hand away from her face, revealing a slightly too wide smile to Maud. "Sorry about that, Trixie assumes you were trying to get her attention, right?"

Maud put a elbow on the table and leaned her head on her hand as she dully looked over at Trixie. "Your attention..."

Wonderful, now she's talking even weirder.

"R-right. So, thank you for coming here with Trixie, she just wanted to clear the air between us after what happened a few days ago."

Trixie could swear she saw Maud's eyebrow move slightly, but it was most likely a trick of the light. "You mean the quarry...?"

Trixie nodded and gave what she considered to be a embarrassed little laugh. "R-right. Please understand, Trixie was just out of sorts that day. She's never been that...upset before. And she didn't mean to treat you like that. If you could, it would mean a lot to her if you would just forget about it. And-"

Surprisingly, Maud interrupted. "Ask me to..."

Trixie lapsed into silence at this, staring uncomprehendingly at Maud. "U-um...she just did...?"

Something about Maud's face definitely changed for a second, but Trixie couldn't place it before it was gone. A slight, repetitive movement beneath the seat indicated that Maud was tapping her foot.

"No, you didn't..."

"Yes, Trixie is sure she just did."

Maud stood up, and then proceeded to say the longest sentence Trixie had heard from her yet.

"...Sorry, but...I can't take you seriously like this..."

"Can't take Trixie ser-what are you talking about?" Trixie stood up as well, doing her best to keep another glare off her face. "Trixie is being serious!"

"...Stop talking like that..."

"I-Trixie doesn't know what you are talking about."

"..."

"..."

"...Sorry...I thought I was talking to the girl at the quarry..."

With that, Maud walked past Trixie, leaving her with four parting words.

"...I liked her more..."


Trixie walked down the hall of the school, finding herself on her own for once. It gave her time to herself at least, something she was grateful for, with how odd things in the school were becoming. Something had started to shift over the last few months in the school, though she couldn't put her finger on why. Everyone was just more moody, more angry. Her contacts around the school were coming up with all sorts of odd events. Friends were turning on friends, relationships were breaking up, even those in Trixie's own circles were having problems. No one was really talking about why, but she was noticing drastic changes, lunch being one of the most obvious indicators for her. More and more, people were seeming to cut themselves into sections of the lunchroom. On one hand, Trixie really couldn't care, it wasn't her business. On the other hand, she was finding herself trying to arbitrate more and more fights before they broke out, and it was wearing her thin.

The only bright side was that Rarity wound up dropping her nomination in the Spring Fling, meaning Trixie was running virtually unopposed. Apparently Rarity's friend group was having some major troubles of their own. Rarity had sworn she would try again on her own next year, but Trixie couldn't care less about next year.

Hmph, serves them right. They turned on Trixie at the drop of a hat, it's no wonder there friendship is snapping like so many stale crackers.

"So, you're Trixie, right?"

Looking to her left, Trixie saw someone she had been expecting quite some time ago leaning against a set of lockers. From her black and pink knee high boots, to her black, studded leather jacket. The light orange skin, the red and yellow hair. She even had the teal eyes and the pink shirt with fire over it that others had told Trixie about. Trixie turned and gave a polite smile.

"And you must be Sunset Shimmer, right? Trixie is pleased to finally see you as opposed to just hearing descriptions."

"Oh?" Sunset placed a hand to her chest. "I hope they've all been flattering."

"They were very light in detail, actually. Trixie was worried she wouldn't even see you until the night of the dance."

Smirking, Sunset placed a hand on her own hip and regarded Trixie. "So sorry for the delay, honey. Let's just say I've been saving the best for last. Besides-" Sunset threw her hands to the sides and looked away. "It's not like finding anything out about you has been easy either. It's why I arranged this little...meeting."

A brief look around revealed not a single other student in the hallway. "You?" Trixie smiled indulgently. "Sorry, but she doesn't believe this to be more than a coincidence. Trixie definitely would have heard more about you before now if you were popular enough to get this set up."

"Oh, Trixie-" Sunset started with a Cheshire smile, walking over and putting a hand on her shoulder. "There are much easier ways to get things done than just popularity. Though, it doesn't hurt to have it. But, that's why I have Flash."

Trixie raised an eyebrow while gently removing Sunset's hand from her shoulder. "Flash? As in Flash Sentry? Forgive Trixie, but she hasn't heard a thing about him dating anyone."

"Oh, it hasn't happened yet, but he will be before the month's out."

"Right..." Well, this conversation is getting creepy. "Perhaps Trixie should let you go so you can inform him of his new girlfriend then?"

"Tch-" Sunset's eyes dipped down for a second before she was all smiles again. "I'm still quite amazed, you know. I've been working hard to find out about everyone else here at Canterlot, and yet there is so little about you. I mean, don't get me wrong, Trixie. You're pretty popular." Sunset started to tick items off on one hand. "You've helped out quite a few of the schools clubs, despite not being in them. You tutor after school for the less 'adapt' students. You're rumored to always have an answer, or know who to go to when someone is in trouble. And don't think I haven't noticed that group you are walking with all the time between classes. Yet..." Sunset leaned forward, her face inches away from Trixie's own with a barely perceptible look of frustration on it. "No one knows a bucking thing about you."

Trixie looked at Sunset confusedly while taking a step back from her. "Bucking..? And why wouldn't you just ask Trixie if you were interested in her? She doesn't bite."

"Oops." Sunset placed a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, it's a term from my last...school. Heh." Sunset grinned. "And look, you are one of the most popular girls here, not to mention the competition. Why would I approach you before knowing more about you? But-" Sunset shrugged. "That plan is out the window now. Favorite food, favorite place to hang out, friends, enemies. All my inquiries, and nothing came up. Isn't it a little strange?" Sunset pointed a finger at Trixie while holding a teasing grin. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were hiding something."

"Hmph." Trixie turned her face away. "She doesn't know what you're rambling on about. She has nothing to hide, she is just a little more...private about her life than others. Perhaps that's why she isn't caught up in...whatever is happening in this school to drive people apart."

"You don't know the half of it."

"Excuse Trixie?"

Sunset shook her head. "Never mind. I seem to be getting off track. Look, How about I cut to the chase? I think it would be better for everyone if you dropped out of the Spring Fling. I have plans around winning, and, well, everyone else has been so...cooperative so far, so-"

Trixie chuckled and held up a hand to interrupt her. "Right, no, Trixie will not be doing that. It's a competition, after all. And Trixie would be crazy to give up now that Rarity has dropped out."

"You...you think you've already won, don't you?"

Trixie's reply was a cock sure grin.

Sunset remained silent for a moment, a blank expression on her face. Finally, she gave out a long sigh, and hardened her gaze at Trixie. "Fine, we'll do this your way then. But, look, don't blame me for how this ends, all right? I am planning to win this, Trixie. Even if it means having to go through you. Not like that should be too difficult anyways."

Trixie glared. "And what do you mean by that?"

Sunset glared right back. "Hmph, forget it. I'd just watch your back if I were you, Trixie. I'll see you at the coronation. My coronation."

Trixie blinked at her, causing Sunset's irritated glare to slowly alter into a confused look.

"What?"

After a few more seconds, comprehension dawned on Trixie's face.

"Oh! You meant the dance, right? You'll see Trixie at the dance?"

"T-that's what I said!"

Trixie smirked. "Oh, don't worry, Sunset. Trixie thinks she understands your choice of words quite well. She actually imagined the same thing herself. Well, when she was younger, at least. You just want to feel like a princess for a day, right?"

In the blink of an eye, Trixie found herself roughly shoved against the locker, head hitting into one of the doors a bit harder than she liked. By the time the world stopped spinning, Sunset was already halfway down the hall. "It won't be for just a day!" Sunset called out before turning a corner.

"Ugh. If that's how she really is, Trixie is going to win this hands down."


Author's Note

And here we are! This was meant to be a one shot, but it kinda ran long. Like, five thousand more words than expected long. The second part will be up in a few days.

I feel a bit bad for IJAB, I commissioned the cover art for this a few months ago, but it took me this long to finally let it be unveiled to the world, in all its Mauxie greatness!

This is the first part of the Maud series I'm planning on doing, and completing this year. So, well...it's not the most happy of stories. :twilightsheepish:

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