Vivian Wood

Vivian, or Viv as most called her (if they didn't just call her a bitch, that is), was not a huge fan of parties. As a matter of fact, she often despised such events, and the fact that most people avoided her like the plague at the best of times didn't help the feeling that no matter what she did, eventually people either subtly or not-so-subtly made it clear that they wanted her to leave. Eventually she just started hating parties, looking even gloomier than usual anytime she had to come to one. The only reason she had even come to this stupid thing was that her friend Monica had been invited by one of the Football players, and she needed someone to drive her home. Vivian had tried her best to mingle with people, even cleaned up her look and tied her pitch-black hair back so she would look normal, but it had gone about as well as her last attempt, meaning she only made it through five minutes of talking before people wanted her to leave.

Now she was just sitting outside in the backyard, watching that idiot Kevin climb in through the window of what she assumed was Jessica's room for some stupid prank. It was at least a bit more quiet out here, and with her dark sweater clinging to her skinny frame, she was far from worried about the cold. Maybe some concern for the back of her jeans being wet, but oh well.

"A stink bomb, really...?" Vivian murmured to herself, pulling out a weathered notepad and writing down simple notes while she sat on the grass, blue eyes that looked closer to grey going over her hasty scribbles for a thread that could tie it all together. "What is he, ten or something?"

Vivian may not have been a popular girl in high-school, but Kevin's festering hatred of the Football team, and Jessica in particular, had become an obsession for **** on everyone he deemed had wronged him. The last time that she had spoken with him, that list seemed to be a quarter of the school. While Vivian was nowhere close to the top of the social ladder, she had no desire to deal with the spiteful nerd anymore than was necessary. Glancing up at the window, the goth (though she refused to call herself that) waited a few seconds, then when nothing seemed to explode, she went back to her notes.

"I dunno how Simon puts up with it..." The introvert murmured again, either unaware or uncaring of the partygoers who gave her a side-eyed glance anytime they came outside for a breath of fresh air, as if expecting her mumbling to suddenly turn into screams of terror as she went on a killing spree. With arms like twigs, a flat chest and not much more down below, Vivian was pretty sure she'd tire herself out before she actually did any damage to anyone. Already just talking with people and trying to be nice to people who weren't Monica, Simon or Lisa was exhausting, and Viv took a moment to yawn before going back to jotting down notes for later.

The dark-haired woman would have stayed there all night if she could, just waiting for Monica to fuck the Football guy she had been crushing on or strike out and whine to Vivian drunkenly about wanting to go home, but the sounds of a commotion from an upstairs room drew her attention away, her blue-grey eyes looking up to the window where the sound was coming from. The same room Kevin had snuck into, incidentally, making it obvious that it probably wasn't as empty as Kevin had thought. Whatever he was doing up there right now, Viv was surprised that no one else had noticed the commotion coming from up there, before a small object flew out of the open window and onto the grass just a few feet from where she was sitting.

"Huh..." Murmuring again, Vivian stood up, placing the notebook in her jeans pocket before she went over and examined what had fallen. Bending down and picking it up, it looked to be a well-crafted gold ring with a flawless emerald set into it. Even though she wasn't much for jewelry herself, not even Vivian could deny that whoever had made this ring knew what they were doing.

"HEY!"

The dark-haired woman paused, looking around before she glanced back up to the window and saw Jessica Edwards, the head Cheerleader and the 'it' girl of Eastlake High, looking down from the second-floor window to her directly, a shaky smile on her lips that still stole Vivian's breath away.

"Uhh.... Viv, right?" Vivian, while annoyed, was still star-struck, so nodded dumbly. "Just stay there, I'll be right down!" After another nod, Jessica disappeared, and Vivian breathed again.

'Fuck. Jessica Edwards...' It had been something that Vivian had done her best to hide, knowing that it would see her already shaky reputation absolutely plummet, but she had a major crush on the admittedly snobbish Head Cheerleader. She wasn't a full-blown lesbian, but something about Jess' bubbly personality, her perfect blonde hair and her hourglass figure just left the stick-like woman both envious and wet.

Distracted with anticipation that the blonde was coming to find her, Vivian absent-mindedly slipped the ring on to her finger, taking a moment to admire it on her hand.

"I wish I had a figure like Jess'..." Vivian murmured. Suddenly the ring glowed green, and Vivian screamed out...

-First attempt at actually writing something on this site...going to be trying for something different from all the other Mistress stories I've seen on here for Jess. Let me know if you like any of it, or if this was an incomprehensible mess.-