Unforeseen Consequences - Everyone has their own problems

>You were now in a medium sized office, not unlike the ones from your old world. Grey carpet, wooden desk with a plaque of “Professor Bill Neigh” being on top of it, tons of diplomas and photos hung on the wooden walls, a couple of bookshelves here and there. Nothing too special or fancy.
>Even the chair you were currently sit on wasn’t anything special, and neither was that little grey idiot of Ruffle Truffle who was sitting right beside you on a similar chair.
>He was looking down at the floor, just like you, with an expression of defeat and frustration.
>You on the other hoof, were looking at the fan that was on the ceiling while pressing a bag of ice against your swollen eye.
>In a sense, it was oddly nostalgic. This reminded you of your old life, when Catherine- well, Eris and you got in all sort of stupid trouble during high school…
>It also brought you bad memories from that crappy police station in Tijuana, but that’s probably because of the intense pain that your swollen eye brought you.

>On the bright side, Ruffle hasn’t said a word for quite some time, the only sound in the office being the one produced by the spinning sound of the fan.
>Sadly, not even that was meant to last, since you heard Ruffle Truffle murmuring under his breath.
>”Stupid nerd, it’s all your fault that the Ruffle is in trouble”
>You rolled your eyes and let out a groan in frustration. That stupid idiot had kept saying the same thing over and over, even when he smacked you with his hoof right in front of Sunny Hill.
>Frankly, you were tired of him but you weren’t so stupid as to try anything more than a simple reply.
“Oh, shut up already! It’s your fault for causing this mess to begin with”
>If anything, the only outstanding thing about this office was the trophy gallery that was behind the desk. It wasn’t that big because the office wasn’t very large to begin with, but despite your swollen eye, you could see the photos displayed along the trophies.
>They were black and white, all of them with sports teams. You initially rolled your eyes when you saw that Ruffle was in every one of those photos…until you noticed something odd.

>You hopped off your chair and walked to the trophy gallery to take a closer look. On each and every trophy you could see the label Hide Tanner and co. Champions of… well, hoofball, races, tri-Athlons you name it.
“Hey, Ruffle…”
>”Whaddya want, nerd?” The grey idiot replied with annoyance.
“Do you know who this guy is? He kind of looks like you, same idiot face and ridiculous posture, but… it says Hide Tanner and… I think Mr. Neigh is with him? Can’t tell for sure, these photos are kind of old”
>”That’s ‘cuz the photos are old! That awesome guy you see there is the Ruffle’s Dad! The greatest, most bestest colt that has ever been in this school”
“Well, that’s funny”
>You turned to him, raised an eyebrow and let out a sarcastic chuckle
“For the way you speak and thi- wait, you don’t think. Heh, anyway, I thought you had given yourself the title of the greatest foal ever or whatever nonsense you came up with.”

>Ruffle looked down to the floor “The Ruffle is the best colt in the school right now, but the greatest that ever was? Nah, The Ruffle’s Dad has that title in the bag… The Ruffle tries but…meh, forget it, nerd. You wouldn’t understand”
>Ruffle’s mood and attitude… there was something odd about it, it was almost as if he could feel more than just arrogance.
>Needless to say, that did trigger your curiosity. So you walked up to him, hopped on the chair and gave him a little smug grin.
“Oh, really? Try me”
>Ruffle Truffle gave you a little glance before looking back at the floor ”What do you care, nerd? Seriously”
“I’m a very curious mate, and this right here, got my curiosity levels on an all-time high…”
>You looked at Ruffle and his misery and then at the photos. Hide Tanner… Ruffle’s Dad, he looked so happy there, so arrogant, so dumb, so… like Ruffle behaves… or pretends to.
“You see, mate, I still hate you but even I can tell that you are usually a very happy mate, very stupid… highly stupid… but a cheerful guy nonetheless. That’s why I just can’t understand why you got so depressed by these trophies”
>”Of course you can’t!” Ruffle barked at you “You nerd can’t understand anything! And why would ya? You are smart, and loved by everypony and a FRICKIN’ PRINCE!” He then looked back at the floor “You can’t understand what it feels to have a dad like mine … and... and…”

>Ruffle started sniffing… and you felt for the guy, he may be stupid, arrogant, narcissistic, a complete jerk but… dang it, he’s still one of your subjects and… yeah, he has feelings too.
“Ruffle, listen…”
>”Hoo-haa! I sure took my sweet time, eh boys? Luckily for us, the store still had some donuts left” You were cut off by an earth-pony stallion who just had entered the office. This guy was Bill Neigh, the vice-principal of the school.
 >His entire attire composed by a sweater, shirt, tie and big glasses kind of remind you of your old professors back at the MIT, and it gave him an aura of certain wisdom. Aura that was complimented by his grey coat, white mane and a cutie mark that was a molecule.
>Bill Neigh was holding a box of donuts with his mouth, same that he put on the desk before taking seat.
>As he made himself comfortable, Bill Neigh gently opened and then pushed the donut box towards Ruffle and you ”I didn’t know which flavor you kids prefer, so I brought all sorts of donuts, from chocolate, to glassed, to jelly, I asked for everything! So please, pick whichever donut you like the most.”
>”Thank you, Mr. Neigh” You and Ruffle said at the same time.
>With your free hoof, you tried to reach for the jelly donut, but Ruffle Truffle quickly took it away from you and stuffed it into his ugly face.
>You rolled your eyes, shook your head and let out a tired sigh.
“Stay classy, mate…”

>This time, you used your magic to pick the glassed donut and took a couple bites from it before putting it down.
>Watching, Ruffle stuffing the donuts like a wild boar made you lose the little appetite you had.
>Bill Neigh let out a little chuckle as he placed his hooves on the desk and crossed them ”Alright, boys. Now that we’re not hungry anymore, I suppose that we can start with our little “counseling” and what a better place to start than from the beginning!”
>His expression turned from calm to stern ”Your parents have been already notified about the incident. Ruffle Truffle, your dad is already here and will join us shortly”
>”The Ruffle’s dad is here?!” Ruffle Truffle cringed by that notice as he looked nervously at Mr. Neigh “B-But, the Ruffle is not ready! C’mon, dude! Ya gotta give the Ruffle more time! The Ruffle’s dad can’t see The Ruffle like this! He’ll think that the Ruffle is a loser!”
“Mate, calm down, it’s just your dad”
>”Exactly! Ya nerd don’t know what will happen to the Ruffle if his dad thinks he’s a loser! C’mon Anon! Yer a Prince, right? Then do one of yer Prince’s stuff and help a bruh here!”
>You… honestly didn’t know what to do or say… at first you thought that Ruffle Truffle was exaggerating or straight up lying so he could get away unharmed, but now… now you weren’t so sure.

>”Riiight…” Bill Neigh raised an eyebrow at Ruffle, shook his head and then turned to you. Geez, top notch educator right there. “As for you, Mr. Anon. Your mothers were unable to come thanks to some… umm… complications that happened at the castle. So it is school’s politic to ask if you don’t have anypony else who can come here, like a relative or legal tutor”
>You slowly shook your head while looking at Ruffle Truffle with concern.
>”It’s a shame, but oh well…” Bill Neigh shrugged “I suppose that, given the short notice, we couldn’t expect any other result, nonetheless, they told me that they will have a talk with you later. So I hope you are ready for that.”
>Oh dear… you were getting grounded, weren’t you? Geez, if your mom Luna knew, she would probably get angry, and as kind as she was, her anger was nothing to sneeze at.
>Despite that, you gotta face this like a stallion, darn it!
“Not really, but guess that’s how things are, right?”
>”I’m afraid so” Bill Neigh nodded before giving you a reassuring smile “I know that the prospect of facing your… uhm… “Friend’s” parent might seem scary, but don’t worry, everything here will be discussed in the outmost fairness. Oh and one last thing… uh… do you want more ice? That swollen eye of yours seems really bad.”
>And it was! This swollen eye hurt like crazy! But you had too much pride to admit it!
>You shook your head as you proudly puffed your chest.
“No, thank you. I’m fine, ‘tis is but a scratch!”
>”Are you sure?” He tilted his head and was looking at you with worry “Because it looks pretty bad to me”

“I said no thank you!”
>”Okaaaay… in that case.” Bill Neigh leaned back, gulped and yelled “Mr. Hide Tanner? You can come in now!”
>”Yo! Finally! Ya guys were taking ages! I think some of my tan fell off while waiting!” The door opened with a slam, revealing a tall unicorn stallion dressed in a tuxedo, a monocle on his right eye and the guy was holding a very expensive looking cane with his right hoof.