Sorry for Being an Ordinary Magical Girl

Act 5~ Ornella

As the first bell chimes blithely to the unenthusiastic students, here I stand, with a 6 foot delinquent who is intensely "not making any sense" as he growls threateningly. Wow, my thoughts are getting just as scrambled from enduring this cacophony.

"Calm down, Layne." My efforts were equivalent to holding off a rapacious lion.

The rough, wild maned person who's wearing fashionably baggy pants and has two ear piercings on one ear is the Layne Oskar Mould.

Demon King of Marble Hills Intermediate School. The very school I would have gone to if I didn't move away.

The "Demon King" thing is such a jest. Layne isn't as monstrous as everyone makes it out to be.

Sure, Layne is really tall and has a rather cold expression as default--he just got into the wrong crowd in the past. He was one of the most ambitious and ferocious of his crowd, thus promoted to the mascot and face of their tribe group.

Now here he is, ridiculously scolding me for something I didn't do. The proper word would be accusing.

"YOU CANNOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN. I CAN'T believe that you would actually snitch on me! I gave you threats and everything!"

There's the eventual cool down taking place right now. You can tell from the decrease of volume.

He's less furious and more along the lines of struggling with trust issues with a generous serving of frustration.

"I'm glad you're calm now. Let me repeat," I leapt onto the chance of talking. "It was not me who told him or told anyone for that matter."

In fact, who would I even tell? I'm not well acquainted with any of that guy's friends or the guy himself. Certainly not even my mother, she's got better things to mope about.

And wouldn't the school be out of control if they got a hold of such a juicy bit of gossip?

"The Demon King of Marble Hills has a crush on a boy!" The headline of every school newspaper will feature his big story.

"Well...?! Then who did?"

Layne glanced around and lowered himself closer to my height. (He actually  bent down on his knees to support my height. It must be a funny sight, not to mention I was standing in front of my wide open locker door while this was happening.)

"Do you think Ashleigh would do that if hypothetically, it wasn't you?"

"It's Asher," I hissed very annoyed. If that's what he wanted to be called, then everyone should do so and respect that. "And no, he wouldn't do such a thing either. If he knew. All he knows is that you cross dress, okay? So tell me, what happened?"

He gave me a prolonged stare to verify the truth of my claims. And started to whisper, "Fine. So, um--"

He abruptly stood up to his full stature, his body must be aching.

"Screw whispering, all you midget losers are way too small to be in my year."

Oddly, it didn't even sting a little bit. I used to be teased endlessly of my height when I was younger and it broke me chunk by chunk. Now, I'm finally caught up to the nearly average height and probably would barely extend from it. In my current position... It might be decent...?