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>"Psssst..."
>"Hey...Anon!"
>"Psssst! Over here!"
>"Hey...hey...pssst..."
>"Hey Anon!"
>"Guess what?..."
>"I love you."

"W- What?"
>You are Anonymous. Just your everyman at Canterlot High.
>You found a note in your locker asking you to come to the far end of the school during lunch, but you didn't know who it was from.
>You never would have guessed that you were called out by Sunset Shimmer, one of the prettiest girls in the whole school.
>She barely even had your attention before she dropped that on you. You're absolutely FLOORED.

>She said it, plain as day, and now you're just standing there, struck dumb as you stare at her with a look of confusion on her face.
>As your brain manages to process it, you can see the warm, loving smile that she put on for her confession start to falter.
>You can't just say nothing and let this slip by.
>Come on, Anon, use your WORDS.
"Sunset.. I..."
>As you wrack your brain for a response, she looks at you with those beautiful cyan eyes, but your silence up to now has taken away that daring opening of hers.
>The gears in your brain are turning, but you're not fast enough.
>She starts to shrink away, and before you can get in a word edgewise, she hurries off.
>You're sure that you heard a small "I'll see you later, Anon," as she starts to get out of earshot.
>You blew it.
>SUNSET SHIMMER confessed her love to you at school and you BLEW IT.

>Before you can try to chase after her, the bell rings.
>Now you have to deal with this running through your mind during Math?
>You make it into class on time and sit down.
>The whole time, you can't focus. 
>You can't help but think about how you froze up.
>Remembering the happiness drain from Sunset's face is even worse.
>A girl that you like, a girl that is WAY out of your league likes you and you can't even respond with a simple "yes."
>Before you know it, the bell rings again, sending you off to your English class.
>You walk into Ms. Cherilee's room and take a seat, far enough away from the front to not gain much attention, but not so far back that you make yourself an obvious target for being called on.
>You'd probably be distracted from yet another lecture by your mistake earlier if not for the fact that you're slowly becoming aware of a feeling that someone's staring at you.

>You glance out of the corner of your eye to either side of you, but everyone else near you has their noses buried into a textbook.
>That awareness that you're being watched persists and is actually starting to slowly creep into a sense of dread.
>As it gets worse, you take a chance at getting caught not paying attention and glance around, taking a look behind you.
>The feeling stops all at once.
>When you look back, there isn't actually anyone looking at you.
>"Eyes up front or on the text please, Anonymous," you hear your teacher say.
"Y-yes Ms. Cherilee."
>You stare down at the book, not wanting to make eye contact with her or anyone else.
>After a few moments, you start to get that feeling again.
>It's like someone's boring into the back of your skull with their eyes.
>You put a hand on the back of your neck to scratch it and realize that you're actually sweating.
>The end of class can't come fast enough, but it eventually does.
>Luckily, today is a short day, so you can get out of here and try to sort out your thoughts.
>You quickly grab your things and head out of the classroom, not even bothering to jot down the instructions for what to do for next class.
>You head to your locker and quickly grab the rest of your things.
>The door clanks shut and you realize that the wide hall around you is empty.
>Time to get the fuck out of here.
>You start to bolt towards the nearest exit-
>"And just WHERE do you think you're going, MISTER?"

>You freeze.
>That's a girl's voice.
>You recognize it, but you don't think you've ever heard anything like anger from it before.
>Slowly, you turn around and you can't believe your eyes.
"F-Fluttershy?"
>"Don't you "Fluttershy" me, Anon!"
>The piercing eyes staring you down are normally hidden behind that long, pretty, pink hair.
>This is the most meek girl you've ever met, and you're having trouble making EYE CONTACT with her right now.
>You take a step back, and she responds by taking a step forward.
"Fluttershy, what are you doing? What is this about?!"
>She takes a step forward, and you take another step back.
>You slip on the tiled floor, and you're falling.
>You were blown away by a pretty girl today figuratively, and now it's about to be literal.

>The landing on the floor isn't pleasant.
>Your backpack "cushioned" your fall, as well as something overloaded with big, heavy textbooks can.
>Always knew that it would be hard on your back to carry that thing around...
>After a moment of being shellshocked, you glance up.
>Fluttershy is standing over you.
>You may not know what you did to bring down the wrath of Hurricane Fluttershy, but it looks like she's about to let you have it.
>You avert your eyes down and away from hers, knowing that the worst of it is about to come.
>...
>But it doesn't.
>You boldly look up at Fluttershy to see her eyes tracing your previous line of sight, eyes wide not with that powerful stare, but with horror.
>You were so scared out of your wits that you didn't even realize that you were staring up her skirt.

>In the next moment, everything changed.
>"eep!"
>Fluttershy backed away from you, tripping on her own feet and falling onto her rear end with a thud.
>She's looking away from you now, a long lock of her hair obscuring half of her face.
>And she's blushing.
>That's a lot more like the Fluttershy that you're used to, that's for sure.
>Seeing this lets you gather up the courage to talk to her.
"Fluttershy... What was THAT all about?"
>You can see just enough of her face to notice that eyes turning to you, then away again.
>You sigh.
"I'm sorry, Fluttershy. I didn't mean to look at... you know..."
>Her cheeks may have been pink before, but now they're turning red.
"I didn't mean to. I mean, not that you're not really pretty-"
>You've gone from hardly getting a word out to putting your foot in your mouth.
>Good job, Anonymous.
>You sigh and take a moment to collect your thoughts.
>You're fortunate that Fluttershy can be so awkward that she might actually just sit there all day until you move.
"Really, Fluttershy, I'm sorry."
>She mumbles something, but you can't quite make it out.
".. I'm sorry, what was that, Fluttershy?
>She mutters it again, a little bit louder, but it's still not very distinct.
>She takes a deep breath.
>"You should tell that to Sunset."

>She knows about what happened earlier with Sunset?
>Fluttershy is still avoiding eye contact with you.
"Sunset?"
>The gears in your head start turning, but you're not sure you can believe it.
>Fluttershy turns her head to look at you, face still partially obscured.
>She's not giving you the stare anymore, but the look that she's giving you now gives you the impression that you've done something wrong.
>"Sunset's one of my best friends, Anon. She's liked you for a long time. She told us that she was going to confess her feelings for you today, but when she came back, she was in tears."
>Even though her tone isn't as serious as it was earlier, her words still hit you like a brick.
>Were you totally oblivious, was she dropping hints before this?
>You shared one class with her last year, but you didn't think that you left any kind of impression, let alone even stand a chance with her.
>You curl up and look at the ground.
"I... I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. She caught me so off guard that I couldn't even respond. I just froze up..."
>You sit there, the guilt seeping in that your lack of nerve managed to hurt someone else's feelings.
>It would be better if you just faded away.
>Much to your surprise you feel something rubbing up against you.
>You look over to see a small, white rabbit.
>Blinking in surprise, you then take notice that Fluttershy is sitting next to you as well.
>She's looking straight ahead down the empty hallway.
"Fluttershy?"
>After all of that, now she's showing you some kindness?
>There's a moment of silence before she speaks again, softly this time.
>"I know what it's like... You know... To be too nervous to speak up..."
>You knew you weren't "alpha," but are you really so quiet that FLUTTERSHY is showing you empathy?

>She picks up the bunny.
>"If you really didn't mean to hurt Sunset's feelings, then I forgive you, Anonymous."
"Thank you, Fluttershy. I guess that I should apologize to Sunset as well. Maybe if I'm lucky, she'd be willing to give me a chance..."
>"You do like Sunset, then?"
>She's looking at you.
>You don't have to think long before you can at least say this much:
"I think I do."
>"I'll talk to her about all of this then, and-"
>She stops even though it seems like she has more to say.
>If there's anything you actually have good attention to, it's detail.
>Fluttershy has stopped making eye contact with you, she's looking down at the floor now.
>The gears in your head start turning as you try to grab any clues from this mess of a conversation.
>Wait, did she say "us" earlier?

>*click*
"She told us"
>You say it out loud this time as you recall what she said.
>Fluttershy seems to be desperately trying to not make eye contact.
"She told all of..."
>Oh, shit.
>You accidentally broke Sunset's heart, and they all know.
>Canterlot High's "Main Six"
>Six girls that are completely unalike from each other, but still manage to have more pull in the student body than any clique.
>You grab Fluttershy by the shoulders.
"Fluttershy... Please don't tell me that your friends are planning to come after me over this."
>She looks up at you, then closes her eyes and slowly nods.

>Well, that's not good.
"But... you know that I didn't mean to hurt Sunset. You can put in a good word for me, right? This won't be a problem."
>You sound hopeful, but that doesn't last long.
>Fluttershy slowly shakes her head.
"Come on... You're kidding, right? I'll go tell Sunset myself and clear all of this up."
>"I'm so sorry, Anon. I'll tell Sunset the truth about what happened, but my friends and I look out for each other. They might not even let you get close to her right now."
>Fluttershy opens her pack and gently places the bunny inside of it before getting up and putting it on.
>She offers you a hand to help you up.
>"I'll talk to my friends about it. Maybe I'm just expecting the worst out of them for no reason."
>You take her hand, letting yourself break into a small smile at her reassuring words.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I mean, your friends are pretty reasonable people, right?"
>You stand up straight and shift the weight of your bag around a bit.
"Thanks, Fluttershy."
>"Anon?"
"Yes..?"
>"I'm sorry that I cornered you like this. I wish I'd known that this was just a misunderstanding."
"It's really okay, Fluttershy, I forgive you."
>A few moments later."
>"A-Anon?"
"... Yes, Fluttershy?"
>"You can let go of my hand now. I mean, if you wouldn't mind..."

>One awkward dispersal later...
>You step outside of the school.
>After all of the crazy things that have happened today, you're thankful that you have some time off to yourself.
>Your Steam library IS starting to fill up with games you haven't even played yet...
>You drift off in thought on your walk home, then you hear your phone go off.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6DM5ckcH14
>Are you really that plain?
>You HAVE to remember to change that later.
>You check to see who it is.
>It's Flash Sentry.
>He's a good friend, even though you two aren't in the same clique.
>You hang out sometimes and talk about music.
>You answer the call.
>"Hey, Anon! You going to the Jo-Colt show later?"
>You snicker.
"Man, I'll never understand why you like 'soft rock' music so much."
>"Hey, don't knock it until you try it. So, are you going?"
"I don't think so, Flash. Not this time."
>"What, afraid to try new music?"
Nah, I just had a really crazy day and want to spend the rest of it doing nothing.
>"What happened, Anon?"
"Did anything in particular HAVE to happen? Classes are hectic sometimes."
>"Yeah, but you don't give a crap about that stuff. Come on, man, spill it."

>You sigh.
"Fiiiine. But you have to promise you won't tell anyone."
>"Sure thing, bro... As long as it's not anything really juicy."
"Come on, Flash..."
>"Alright, alright. Just tell me."
>You explain to Flash the events of the day, starting with what happened during the lunch period.
>He doesn't believe you when you tell him that Sunset flat-out confessed to being in love with you.
>"Come on, Anon, you're pulling my leg."
>You understand his skepticism, but that doesn't stop you from taking it a little bit personally.
>You continue on, explaining how you froze up, and then she left.
>"That sounds like something you'd do."
"Why are we friends again?"
>"Chill Anon, I was just kidding. What happened next?"
>You tell Flash about how your day went more or less as normal until you were confronted by Fluttershy of all people.
>"She gave you THE STARE? Holy shit, Anon! I heard that she used that to reduce a bully to TEARS once."
>You tell him about the whole thing, omitting the part where you looked up her skirt by accident.
>You're a gentleman, after all.
"And that was it. We parted ways, and she's going to talk to her friends for me. Hopefully, everything will be fine."
>"Well..."
>Oh, come on.
>"You know, a couple of Sunset's friends are sort of hot-headed. Even if Fluttershy puts in a good word for you, they might still come after you."
"Not what I needed to hear today, Flash."
>"Better safe than sorry. They're not bad people though, so I can't imagine that they'll do anything too serious. Just know that you might have some more of what you got today coming up."
>You groan.
>"I'll catch you tomorrow, Anon. Good luck."

>You head home and spend the rest of the day in your room.
>As satisfying as gaming is after a stressful day, you can't quite help but shake the nagging feeling that things have only just begun.
>This is going to be a long week.

END OF MONDAY.