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Today's Horoscope (Virgo): When making plans for the future, never forget that you could easily die at any time.

After School

Tennis practice...

Coach gathers the girls for a meeting concerning their upcoming matches. Even though the girls dominated on Saturday, there are still things they need to work on. That, or Coach just doesn't want them to get overconfident. While that's going on, the rest of us are doing return drills at a rather relaxed pace.

Coach catches this, turns her attention away from the girls, and scowls. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT? Enough screwing around! You think you'd get any pussy if girls saw you faggots slacking off like that? NO! Practice like you mean it or get the hell off my court!"

Whoa.

Practice is a little...tense after that.

After practice, I meet up with Pinkie to go home. Coco runs up to us. "Umm...don't be too mad at coach for that...thing, alright? She didn't mean it."

"What was up with that, anyway?" I ask. "That isn't like her at all."

Coco sighs. "It...it's not my place to say, but..." She takes a deep breath as she looks around. "Coach's boyfriend came out gay to her last night. She thought...she thought he was going to propose, and..."

"Yikes," Pinkie says.

"Holy shit," I say.

"Yeah," Coco says, bowing her head. "So...so she's..."

"That explains a lot," Pinkie says.

"How do you even know about that?" I ask.

Coco blushes. "My dad and I were at the same restaurant," she says. "I was taking him out for his birthday. Coach...well, she made a really big scene. Threw things, screamed..."

"Poor Coach," Pinkie says. "That really sucks..."

"Why'd she even bother coming to work today?" I wonder. "After something like that..."

Coco shrugs. "I don't know. Anyway...just don't be too upset with her, alright?"

I nod. "Thanks for telling us."

Evening

When Pinkie and I get back to the dorm, we find Sweetie Belle in the lounge, crying. Apple Bloom is trying to comfort her, but looks completely out of her depth. She sees us and gives us a look that pleads for help.

Pinkie frowns. "Umm...why don't...you see what's wrong, and...I'll start baking some cookies!" She heads for the kitchen; I head for the lounge and sit down next to Sweetie Belle.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

Sweetie Belle sniffles.

Apple Bloom sighs. "A buncha girls are givin' her grief for likin' Button," she says.

"The video game kid?"

"Yeah." Apple Bloom shrugs. "Ah mean, he does git a little too inta his games, but...he's an okay kid, an' Sweetie Belle likes him. It's jes'..."

Sweetie Belle lets out a wail.

"Kids are being real dicks about it?"

"Yeah," Apple Bloom says. She rubs Sweetie Belle's shoulders. "Ah told her jes' don't pay no attention to it, but..."

I take hold of Sweetie Belle's chin. "You know what other people think of you and your friends...it doesn't matter, right?"

Sweetie Belle sniffles and nods.

"So why are you letting this upset you so much?"

"Why do you think?" Apple Bloom asks sourly.

Oh. Oh no. "Diamond Tiara?"

"Eeeeeeyup."

"Damn." I frown. "Is...Silver Spoon isn't...?"

"She's on our side...more or less," Apple Bloom says. "She tries t' git Diamond Tiara t' lay off, an' she told Sweetie Belle she thinks her an' Button look cute together. But...she's still kinda...scared t' hang out with us." Apple Bloom shrugs. "Diamond Tiara's real good at turnin' kids nasty."

Sweetie Belle's really upset. I don't know what I can say or do to cheer her up...

"Why don't you bring Button to the dorm sometime?" I ask. "He can stay for dinner. Everybody can get to meet him. Let the people who really know you and care about you tell you what we think of him."

"I don't...know if that's a good idea," Sweetie Belle says doubtfully. "I...I'm scared of what Rarity would think of him..."

I shrug. "Rarity can be a bit of a snob, yeah, but I think we can handle her. I mean, it won't stop the teasing and bullying at school, but...at least you'll know what the people in your life who really matter think. That...that's gotta help, right?"

Sweetie Belle sniffles and wipes her eyes. "O-okay. I'll ask him to come over on Friday..."

Pinkie pops up with a tray of hot, gooey chocolate chip cookies and a big pitcher of milk. The snack seems to cheer Sweetie Belle up a little...

After I have a few cookies, I head up to my room to do my homework before dinner.

At dinner, Vice-Principal Luna asks, "Flash, Pinkie...I'm getting a lot of complaints from members of the tennis team about the coach acting inappropriately today. What exactly happened?"

We glance at each other, then tell Luna about Coach's rant, and what Coco told us after practice.

Luna frowns. "I see," she says.

"That sucks," Rainbow says. "I mean, her goin' off on y'all, that's not cool, but I feel bad for her."

"Whut's up with half this town bein' gay all of a sudden, anyway?" Applejack wonders. "Uhh...no offense," she adds, looking at Rainbow.

Luna coughs. "Well...while I sympathize with your coach's predicament, I can't condone her swearing at students like that. My sister and I will have to have a little talk with her tomorrow."

"Oh, don't," Pinkie whines. "She's already been through enough this week."

"I'm sorry, Pinkie Pie, but we can't dismiss this," Luna says. "It's our job—mine and Celestia's—to ensure our faculty behaves in a courteous and professional manner."

Pinkie sighs. "Okay. Just...don't fire her or anything, please?"

"I doubt we'll do more than reprimand her. And offer her counseling."

After dinner, I get a notification from Canterbook:

I open the app and check it out. After poking around for a minute and reading the documentation, I decide I'm cool with the black suit for now.

I wonder what the girls will come up with...

I check my e-mail, then get ready for bed.