You and Pony both did track- and oh boy, were you competitive. He was one of the best runners on the boys team, and you? Mmm.. I think you’re a bit jealous.

You hated the way the coach always congratulated him when he beat one of his best times. Pony was quite literally always a few steps ahead of you- and you hated it. You hated how good he was, and you hated the big massive crush you had on the guy too.

Once practice was done, you walked out of the locker rooms- wiping sweat off your brow. Pony sat on one of the benches near the field, so… you walked up behind him- taping his shoulder lightly.

He turned around to face you, raising a confused brow.

“Uh… what’s up?”

Pony asked.

”Gosh- how can someone be so pretty?” You thought to yourself. You quickly disregarded that thought, furrowing your brows slightly. You’re not supposed to think he’s cute, damnnit! You’re supposed to make fun him because that’s the way you’re attempting to hide your feelings for him, duh! It was hard to tell if Pony felt the same way, but if you had to be honest- it just seemed like he was tired of you always picking on him.