You sit at the back of the class in a daze.

Adagio Dazzle, the single baddest bitch in the whole school – and a very attractive bitch at that, had kissed you simply because you asked her to. Aria and Sonata acted like their friend hadn’t just eaten your face off with a deep, romantic kiss and mocked you for asking why. This is all algebra to you. You can’t even begin to explain how or why this happened.

The trio is sat in front of you. Adagio’s huge poofy hair is usually an obstruction that irritates you when you feel like paying attention, but you’re in no condition to listen to the teacher drone on right now. You’re roused back to attention as everyone begins to move and set themselves up in pairs. Aria and sonata are quick to slide up to each other, but Adagio seems to be taking her time choosing a partner.

The curse of being in the back corner is that it’s hard to get together with a partner when the teachers asks. Is she’s willing to put up with kissing you, partnering with you for a class can’t be out of the question either, can it?

“Adagio, come work with me.”

Adagio turns around and shrugs, “Fine.” Adagio flips her chair around and sits opposite you. None of the other classmates take notice of the unusual arrangement.

“What are we supposed to be doing? I kinda’ wasn’t paying attention.”

“Some crap about sharing what we learned. I didn’t listen to any of it.”

“I’ll try to write something down at least.” You pick up your pen and begin to scribble down what little you remember of the lesson onto the paper should the teacher come looking, and at the back of the class, he always does. This is where the troublemakers and slackers like to sit. “I still don’t get you Adagio.”

“I don’t get why you’re being so weird about this,” Adagio sighs.

“Because it is weird! A few days ago you wouldn’t be seen dead with me, but now you’re kissing me in the hallway in front of everyone!”

“You asked!”

“When people ask you to do something, do you just do it no questions asked?”

“No, of course not!”

“So why did you do it because I asked.”

She points at you, “Because you asked.” Her emphasis on the word “you” does not go unregistered in your mind. Is she making some kind of exception for you? But then you run back into that same problem again, there’s no reason for her to do anything that you ask of her.

“And you’re not upset about it?”

“Why would I be?”

“I’m not exactly on top of the social hierarchy around here. And no offense, but you’re the kind of woman with the pick of the litter. You’re super hot, pretty much any guy in school would kill to be under you for ten minutes. So it makes sense that you’d be upset about it.”

“But you asked me, so I did it.” You groan and cover your face with your palms, what is it about this train of logic that Adagio isn’t understanding? It’s out of character! She’d never kiss you, even if you asked, but she’s acting like it’s the most normal thing in the world, like it’s obvious.

“Okay, hypothetically, if I asked you to let me feel your tits what would you say?”

She shrugs, “Sure.”

“Okay, now I know you’re fucking with me.”

“Try me.”

“Adagio, let me feel your boobs.”

“Go ahead.”

You cast a conspiratorial glance to your right to make sure that nobody is watching. You reach out with your hand and slowly hover it over Adagio’s chest, when she makes no motion to object, or scream, or beat your ass, you slowly and firmly place it on the violet fabric of her dress. You can feel the soft flesh just underneath and the outline of her bra.

Adagio just stares at you like you’re still filling in paperwork.

“And there’s no problem with this? You’re not going to snap my hand off or anything?”

“Why would I?”

You pull back and sit down before the teacher notices you. What you’ve learned is that you can ask Adagio for anything and she won’t complain. Something weird is going on here. The only way for Adagio to garner any affection for you would be supernatural intervention. Some weird ass stuff has happened in the past few years at this school, but this is a step too far.

“How far can I go with this?”

“I don’t get what you mean, stop being such a freak and just say what you mean already.”

You lean in close so that nobody else in the class can hear you, “Alright. Go out with me.”

Adagio slips her hand into her pocket and pulls out her phone, “Do you want my number too?”

“Uh.”

Adagio doesn’t wait. She rattles off a series of digits that quickly force you to pull out your own phone and add her to your contact list. After she’s satisfied, she slips it back into her pocket. You feel a chill go up your spine as the teacher suddenly appears behind you.

“Excuse me, please put your phones away.”

He looks pretty mad. The bullshit comes out of your mouth on reflex, “Uh, we weren’t doing anything.”

He blinks. The anger that once adorned his face dissipates into thin air. “Oh, sorry. My mistake.” He walks back to where he was standing and continues patrolling the class for people messing around. At that moment it finally clicks, people just seem to follow whatever orders you give them!

“Adagio, wasn’t that odd? He just let us off for no reason.”

“No reason? But you said we weren’t doing anything.”

“But you gave me your phone number, we clearly did something.”

“Pft, he doesn’t have to know though.”

“…What if I told you that I can tell you to do whatever I like? And that you’d never question it no matter what?”

Her eyes narrow, “I’d ask how you managed to gain that ability.”

“Are you suspicious now?”

“A little.”

That’s revealing. “Why would you be suspicious? Be honest.”

“Me, Sonata and Aria are sirens. We used magical gems to enslave the minds of our targets and live a carefree life. Then those bitch Rainbooms took everything from us, and now we’re just normal, weak, pathetic humans.”

…You’re not sure if any of that is true, you’ll have to press Aria and Sonata for details later.

“Adagio, the last thirty seconds of this conversation never happened.”

“Okay.”

“What did we just talk about?”

“You asked me to give you my phone number, duh.”

You lean back in your chair and frown. What the hell have you just walked yourself into? This started yesterday after you went into the lab and met Twilight – so maybe she has some idea of what’s causing this. You burn through the rest of the lesson with Adagio next to you. When the bell rings you leap up from your seat.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to ask Twilight something, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

Twilight is always around when you don't need her. It takes you several minutes, which eats into your conversation time, to catch a sight of her. You hustle through the corridors until you see a flash of purple and pink hair in the crowd. “Twilight, Twilight!” The bespectacled girl turns around. The expression on her face is unfamiliar, she looks angry! The usually cool-headed, no, nervous girl looking angry about something puts an immediate halt to any chance of you asking her questions.

“What?”

“Uh, I just wanted to ask you about something.”

Twilight sighs, “I’m sorry. Our project has been running into some… difficulties. I didn’t mean to take it on you.”

“It’s about that, actually.”

Twilight is suddenly interested, “Oh? Would you like to participate? We’re always looking for new hands in the lab.”

“No. I was just wondering what kind of project it is? Ever since I saw you in the lab, things have been pretty weird…”

“That is what we call confirmation bias.”

“Come on Twilight, there’s no way that this is natural, at least hear me out!”

“I have to get to class soon.”

“I’ll be quick. Alright, I just found out that people follow any order I give them.”

“What?”

You wave your hands in the air as you explain, “Adagio was pushing me around, but then I could just tell her to… lay off me. And it worked! And then when the teacher busted me in the class for using my phone, I just lied to his face and he acted like he didn’t even seen it.”

She leans in with a glint in her eye, “Really? Then that means…”

“What does it mean?”

She claps her hands together, “It means that our experiment worked!”

Her reaction is somewhat disturbing to say the least. “What experiment? Did you give me superpowers?” You look down at your own hands and try to fire lightning from them, but that seems to be beyond your power.

“No silly, it’s magic, siren magic to be specific.”

“Magic? Like that crazy stuff that happened last year?”

“The same. I’ve had a few run ins with it myself. We were trying to transfer the energy from the gems into something else so we could hopefully disperse it! You see, every discipline of magic is unique, and some are more destructive than others.”

“Okay, okay, what’s the point?”

“It seems that the energy from the gem has entered your body.”

“Is it dangerous?”

Twilight shakes her head, “No, no. There’s lots of magical energy around the school. It’s completely harmless, it’s how you use it. A person with a rotten personality will be unduly influenced by the magical energy and cause trouble. A certain threesome were using that siren magic to control the other students, but the gems are beyond our abilities to destroy.”

“So you tried to take the magic out of them?”

“Yes. Now, let’s see about getting it back out of you, shall we?”

“…You know what? Let’s not.”

“Okay.”

“This conversation never happened.”

“Alright, see you later.”

You turn around and walk to your next class with a sly grin on your face. Why would you give this up? You can do whatever you want now! You can keep the assholes off your back, keep the teachers at bay, heck, you can even make Adagio your girlfriend. You pull out your phone and test out the number that Adagio gave you earlier.

“Done with Twilight, this number legit?”

A moment later, Adagio sends you a picture of her giving you the middle finger. You feel giddy as you begin to think about all the fun things you can do with her now. “Would it kill you to be a bit more romantic? We’re a couple now after all.”

“Sorry <3”

Adagio attaches another picture of her making a kissing motion to the camera. You feel the need to clarify what level of bitchiness you want out of her – since it’d be no fun to just turn her into every other nice girl in the school. Part of the fun is that she’s really mean!

“Don’t turn into a total housewife Dagi, I like you as is.”

“Fine. Do you want to meet up later?”

“I’d love to.”

You pocket your phone and head to your next class. You don’t get much studying done, you spend the time thinking of what you want to do with her.

Author's Note

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A very dialogue heavy chapter here. Sorry! Next time the fun begins, as (You) begin to push the limits on Adagio.