“Good evening.”

A purr from behind catches you off-guard. You fumble with your textbook and twist around to see where the rogue sound came from. It’s the Dazzlings, the self-proclaimed superstars of the school. Although their stock had fallen off a cliff ever since the battle of the bands. Trends at this place came and went like the weather… It was strange how quickly it had happened though.

It wasn’t unusual, or odd, to admit that all three of them were incredibly attractive. Adagio especially. Her curvy body and big poofy hair gave her the look of a diva. Sonata has that ditzy look going for her, and Aria is there to appeal to the guys who like bad girls. A trio made in heaven; or concocted in the board room of a coked-up record producer somewhere.

What is unusual is for them to talk to you. The corridor is deserted, which may explain why you are now being singled out. The want something from you.

“Uh, hello.”

“Would you mind doing us a big favour?” she flutters her eyes, “I need you to go into the lab room and get the hall pass from the nerd hiding in there.”

“The hall pass?”

Sonata butts in, “Yeah! We were in detention and needed the bathroom, but somebody took the pass with them and hasn’t brought it back.”

Aria rolls her eyes, “Why don’t you tell him what we were doing in there while you’re at it?”

“Okay. Aria had to go number two.”

Aria looks like she’s about to throttle the dozy girl, but Adagio snaps her finger and reigns the pair back in. “The teachers, in their infinite wisdom, decided that we aren’t allowed in the lab anymore. And I’d rather avoid any more of these detention sessions.”

You don’t have much reason to agree - except for being a gibbering simp and hoping to get something out of it in the end. What’s the worst that could happen? “Alright, I’ll go grab it for you.”

Sucker.

You put away the last of your stuff and cross the corridor to the laboratory door. There are two silhouettes on the other side. One of the black blobs quickly shuffles out of view while the other stays behind. You pull it open and walk in. The benches, usually used by the class during chemistry, are covered by piles and piles of papers and books taken from the library. At the head of the chaos is a familiar girl, all messy purple hair and thick black glasses.

“Twilight?”

“Yes?” she squeaks, hiding something under the bench.

“Do you still have the hall pass in here,” You hold up your hands and try to look non-threatening, “They told me to come get it for some reason.”

“That’s because those three harpies are banned from the lab!” she exclaims, continuing her work unabated, “If I was in charge, they’d be expelled for crimes against all things rational. Who knows how they managed to cause so much damage so quickly.” Twilight casts a nervous glance to the other corner of the room.

"What are you doing in here so late? And why do you look so nervous about it?"

"Nothing. Well, it is something, but I don't think you'd find it that interesting!" she explains, "We were doing some material tolerance testing, my partner had to step out for a moment. You know how I get when I have to... talk to people."

In one of her hands is a red glint that catches your eye. It looks like a small rock, but the cut edges and shiny finish make it clear that it isn't something you'd pick up off the street. That's some expensive material to be testing in a school lab, but you aren't a genius like Twilight is so you decide to just take her word for it. "Can I get that hall pass?"

She reaches into her lab coat pocket and pulls out the hall pass. You slip between the tables and reach over to grab it. But as your fingers contact the laminated card, the light grows to an intensity that momentarily blinds you. Twilight yelps and drops the ruby onto the desk in front of her as if it burned the skin on her palm. You pull back, the pass still wedged between your fingers.

“What the hell was that?”

Twilight is quick to make excuses, she scrambles for the gem and slips it into her pocket, “Uh, nothing! I think one of the lights just blew out!” She chuckles nervously. You try to regain your balance, for some reason you suddenly feel really light-headed. You look up. None of the lights appear to be broken.

“…Okay. Thanks.”

You spin on your heel and power walk out of the lab before anything else weird happens. As you burst back out into the main corridor of the school however, the three taskmasters of this little adventure seem to have gone missing. You catch the gaggle of girls slipping around the far-left corner of the thoroughfare, along with the sight of a tall woman with long wavy hair.

Oh jeeze, they got themselves collared by Vice Principal Luna. And by the sounds of it she isn’t happy with them taking so long to go to the bathroom. You fiddle with the pass in your pocket for a moment. Now isn’t the right time to get yourself wrapped up in their drama. You don’t want to scour the building after hours for a teacher, and you can always give it back to someone tomorrow.

You glance back through the doorway to the science lab and see the two shadows again. Was Twilight having an illicit rendezvous with someone? You shrug and head towards the exit – you don’t have the energy to care at this point. You're long overdue to get back to your place.

On the contrary, the next day you feel really energized for some reason. You leap out of bed and do your morning routine in record time, and blast through the short walk to the school with little struggle. As you slide a hand into your jacket pocket you feel the hall pass that you'd completely forgotten about in the time between getting it and going home. Now that you think on it again, your plan of handing it in to the nearest teacher would raise more questions, and probably get you in trouble in the process.

Your first class is soon, and the trio of troublemakers called the Dazzlings are in it with you. They never seem interested in what's going on in the lessons or interacting with anyone who isn't in their circle already. As you gather outside of the room, ready to go inside, Adagio collars you and drags you to the back of the line, "Hey, why didn't you come back last night?"

You whisper back to her, "What do you mean? Principal Luna totally busted your ass. I wasn't going to jump in front of that. She'd flatten me like a truck for annoying her."

Adagio seems to accept your excuse, "Ugh. Fine. I don't know what her deal is, what's a little break from detention once in a while?"

"...A recipe for trouble? It's meant to be a punishment."

"So?"

You sigh and slump over, there's just no getting through to this woman. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't rescue you in time. But maybe you should consider trying to see through some of those detentions you keep getting so you can go home on time for once."

"We just slack off and talk to each other anyway," Aria growls, "Not that these two have anything interesting to say."

Sonata purses her lips, “Maybe if we ask nicely, Luna will let us off the hook?”

“Are we talking about the same Luna? There’s a bigger chance of Adagio kissing me on the lips right now in front of everyone than her giving you mercy. She doesn’t know the meaning of the word.”

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” she smirks.

“Alright. Do it.”

What happens next is difficult for you to describe. Not in a literal sense anyway. Adagio walks up to you, grabs you by the back of your head, and pulls you into a deep, romantic kiss, complete with tongue and all the extras. You’re so shocked that you don’t even get the time to enjoy it before she pulls away and returns to her spot against the lockers like nothing happened. Aria and Sonata, for their part, do not react to the sudden kiss.

“Wah?”

“What’s with that face?” Adagio asks, “You’ll catch flies.”

“Why did you just do that?”

Adagio scowls, “Huh? You asked, asshole.”

“I know I asked, but I thought you were joking!”

“Why the hell are you freaking out?” Aria grumbles, “Did the last of your brain finally die off?”

Aria is right. There’s no way any of this is happening. You just got run down by a car this morning on the way to school, and these are the last embers of your dying brain. “Aria, what happened just then?”

“Are you retarded or something? You ask Adagio to kiss you, so she did. I don’t see why you’re getting so freaking worked up about it.” The front of the line starts to move, and the Dazzlings leave you behind as you try to put together the pieces in your mind. What the hell is going on?

Author's Note

A huge thank you to:
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This is a stupid piece of shit garbage that I wrote on a whim. Please react accordingly. In fact, the deep sense of shame that gripped my heart when publishing this has not been matched before, which is impressive coming from a man who writes transformation stories.

Anyway, more to come.