Jessica

Walking the familiar hallways and areas of Eastlake High brought a feeling of relief to the young genie. Finally, here she was among those above all the food chain in terms of social circles. Her father was rich, she was the Head Cheerleader, she had looks, and the smiles of the underclass and call-outs from her peers made that all the more apparent.

Her 18th Birthday had been brought up and mentioned to her as an event the moment she walked in. So the Queen had done it again!

“Great party, Jess! Best yet!”

“Can I get that playlist later?”

She let out a smile and a laugh at those that had been there saying such things. It should’ve made her feel better to be the highlight of her day so far.

So why did it feel so hollow inside?

Was it because of what actually happened that night still clawing at her? Was it because her Master had wished this to make her feel better and make it all at ease? Was it because he wasn’t there next to her to see it?

Or was it because she couldn’t get the dream out of her head?

Jessica had told her Master that morning that he had kept the nightmares away. After what happened to her on Saturday, she thought she could never fall asleep again. The act of being alone in her room on Sunday had paralyzed her with panic and fear. Her dreams on Saturday night were a replay of events.

Her dreams last night were visceral. Different from any other dreams she experienced. It made her question if becoming a genie was responsible for such a change. She could remember it vividly.

She had been wandering dark hallways, scantily clad and dressed similar to her Mother’s outfit. But, instead of sheer and silk veils, she wore something unique in gold and green. She found herself drawn to a room where a small child had been. The child had to be no younger than 2, a girl dressed in an outfit she cared to use more as a replacement for tissue paper than as a dress, a small crown on her head to show she was a princess.

“Why are you crying, little one?” the genie asked.

The little princess told Jessica her tale. Down in the castle, a ball was created in honor of her name day. However, her father, the king, had chosen to revel with his commanders and honored guests, her Mother, the Queen, had departed over a year ago, and now her father sought potential suitors among ladies in waiting. Some of them had frightened her. Also, this was the first ball where children were summoned to meet the princess. Her happiness was forever dashed as they ran away through the castle with her trinkets and toys; her little heart, unable to handle such a rejection, retreating into her chambers.

She was the Unwanted Princess. Unwanted and alone.

The blonde genie felt her heart crying out for her. So she knelt to her and smiled, “Maybe I can help you.”

She looked at the young princess with her emerald orbs and spoke, “I am a genie. And since it is your day, I shall grant you one wish.”

The princess looked up with tear-stained eyes and snot rolling down her face. Her eyes remained closed as she sniffled, her voice echoing out painfully, “I wish someone would like me.”

That poor girl, she thought to herself.

Jessica couldn’t imagine feeling that kind of pain for someone at that age. Maybe it was her subconscious reminding her what Simon told her about her power. Perhaps she could prevent such suffering from happening.

The genie shuddered though, as she had to remind herself that it wasn’t the only dream she had that night.

Another made her feel…powerful.

In it, she knew she had the power to burn entire worlds, forge empires, or even kill gods with a single utterance.

And yet all she did, was sit on a floor and wait patiently, longingly, eagerly, intensely, with a feeling of fanaticism and devotion that made her no longer question to regain her sanity. So she sat with her legs crossed in leather and fishnet that barely clothed her. She would obey and wait without question for the one who could UNLEASH her.

Because she had chosen to.

She had been surprised she hadn’t wet herself from the experience, but judging from the hand caught in Simon’s pants, it definitely got a rise out of her. She rushed to the shower that morning to try and get it out of her head.

Jessica wondered if it was the same kind of feeling that her Master had gone through the previous nights before. Something he always went out of his way to apologize for and attempt to repress back down.

Did her dream mean she had something similar to him lurking within her? Had they been feeding each other’s inner impulses? Was it because of their friendship falling apart and coming back? Or was it just their upbringing?

Sam had a point. Why did she have to make things so complicated?

Speaking of which.

“There she is!” Tiffany’s voice announced, “Our Captain returns triumphant!”

The blonde girl smirked as she approached her friends gathered together before their class together started. Brad snaked out from behind her raven-haired girlfriend and onto the blonde girl’s waist.

“Hey, babe,” the ‘It’ Guy leaned in to give the ‘It’ Girl a possessive kiss on the lips.

She felt his tongue knocking at the door but refused entry. He smirked that exquisite sense of confidence at her while pulling up his stylish sunglasses, “Been looking all over for you. Where’d you go Saturday? Thought you said you had something special planned for us.”

Oh, right.

She cheated on her boyfriend with her Master; the boyfriend, who by being with her, made the power couple of the school; and the same boyfriend that messed with her Master, the brother of her best friend.

‘Okay, just chill out, Jess. You’ve dealt with this situation having dated between multiple guys before.’

Except that was Junior year, and she was playing one guy off the other to see who wanted to be with her more, and she left them both in the dust when they both proved to be jerks.

And this was the highest profiled guy in school against her childhood friend and Master.

“Sorry Brad, I had to bail to Sam’s house overnight. Things got a bit crazy,” she said with an apologetic smile.

He groaned in disappointment, “Damnit, Harris! I would’ve let you join in on the fun!”

The redhead was not amused as she slammed her locker door, tongue making her bottom lip jut out, arms crossed, and leaning against the door.

“Think you had enough fun in the garage, don’t you think?” Sam then made an overly loud cracking noise and similarly bent her hands in a way that Simon had done those nights ago.

The QB shook his head and smirked, annoyed, “Such a firecracker. Aren’t you?”

Sam scoffed as she shook her head. Then, Tiffany getting between them again and letting out a laugh, “Come on, you two, be nice! We had an awesome night regardless, didn’t we?”

Jessica felt a hand going up her skirt and stroking her ass as she looked up at Brad, who sighed and shrugged his other arm out, “I mean sure, aside from a couple of unwelcomed guests, right?”

The blonde watched her red-haired friend’s eyes begin blazing with red hot anger as the notion dawned on her. At that moment, Jessica removed herself from his grip and looked at her friends.

“Hey guys, maybe we should lay off Sam’s brother, okay? It wasn’t his fault he had to be there. Their parents were out of town,” she found herself saying to the group.

Her friends all looked at one another as Jason raised an eyebrow from behind Tiffany, “Um, Jess? You were the one that wanted to kick him out when Sam brought him. Remember?”

Damnit! Why did they have to remember her being such a Bitch to Master?

She rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated groan, “Look, it’s because I owe that dork one, okay? He really helped bail me out of trouble. He’s just a bit off, not like that weirdo he pals around with. So lay off! Kevin, I don’t care, but we lay off Sam’s brother! Got it?”

The authority and annoyance she spoke with could convince her friends at least. So, most of them shrugged it off or shook their heads in acceptance. Her word was still law, after all.

She looked around to change the subject, “Where’re Chris and Cassie? Thought we always meet up here.”

Tiffany shook her head, “They wanted to get an early jump on Spanish Class, so they bailed. It’s over in East Hall anyway.”

“Simon’s got class with them, too,” Sam reminded, “So one of you text them. If I did it, it wouldn’t make much difference.”

“Don’t need to, do we? Think Cassie is pretty lax with your brother,” Jason rebuffed.

The bell rang, letting them all know it was time to get to class.

As they all began to move out, Jessica found Brad’s hand latched onto her arm, “Sam’s brother didn’t do any weird voodoo shit to you, did he?”

The genie scowled in disbelief and shook her head, “What? No! Where’d you get that idea?”

The Quarterback frowned and lowered his shades, looking her in the eye like she was the idiot, “You really expect me to be nice to the guy you told me was stalking you?”

Fuck. Why did Brad have to bring that up?

Jessica knocked her arm away as she saw Tiffany standing with them, confused, also awaiting a response. The blonde hushed her tone.

“Master wasn’t stalking me after all, okay? I confronted him and found out he just takes photos of lots of school events. Tiffany. Simon gives photos for the yearbook, right?”

The raven-haired girl took a moment to think about it while having a finger on her chin, “Yeah. I think I remember him sending us that touchdown shot and a couple of squad photos for our Homecoming section. He’s not bad, but I have to wonder how many more he actually has…”

Damnit Tiffany! Why are you trying to have it both ways?

She straightened her bag and quickly pecked Brad on the cheek, her eyes staring up at him resolved.

“Look, just stop messing with him, okay?”

Her boyfriend smirked and rolled his eyes, “All right, but you’ll owe me later.”

He gave her a spank that made her take two steps forward and let out a squeak, turning back at her two companions behind her. Tiffany smiled.

“I just need to speak to Brad about something. We’ll catch up!”

Jessica huffed and pouted as she made her way toward her biology class. She preferred the way her Master petted her to that. But, as she continued to walk down the hall, she failed to notice the person watching them from the corner.