Disclaimer: I hold no ownership of the school for good and evil.
Liv of Rainbow Gale, with her long, brown hair and her dark brown eyes, had never been viewed as extremely special. Before her acceptance to the School for Good and Evil, most people didn't even notice her.
When she arrived to her new school, however, she quickly gained a reputation as the school freak. For one thing, she absolutely loathed beautification, as she believed that beauty on the outside didn't affect how good of a person you were, and that dressing up just for boys was pointless; if a boy likes you, he's not gonna give a damn about your wardrobe.
For another thing, she was strong as titanium and loved swordplay, and was constantly sparring with her friends. She also hated the idea of male superiority and would stand up against any form of bullying, whether it was aimed at good or evil, boy or girl. Because of all this, most students and teachers on both sides of the school considered her an oddball.
Not everyone turned away from her though, as proved by the friends she made- Zia, with curly blonde hair and emerald green eyes and skin so pale it hurt your eyes to look at for too long. Samuel, with wavy black hair, stormy gray eyes, and dark skin. Cameron, with fiery red hair, brilliant topaz eyes, and freckles all over his face. And Ivy, with hair always dyed a new color, bold, black eyes, and a perfect tan.
Liv and her friends went to the School for Good and Evil just four years before Agatha's and Sophie's arrival. This is the forgotten story of Liv of Rainbow Gale.
*
"The Snow Ball is tonight, Zia! Tonight! And I still don't have someone to go with!"
Liv paced back and forth in her room, her slightly-shorter-than-average legs moving so fast they were a blur, as her best friend and roommate, Zia, looked on from her bed.
"Will you calm down, Liv? Yes, this is a big deal, but I'm sure you'll find someone to-" Zia started, but Liv quickly cut her off.
"Zia, you don't get it! Samuel and Cameron are going with you and Ivy, and I'll be failed if someone doesn't ask me before tonight!"
"Oh, golly, that would be such a shame, now, wouldn't it?"
Zia and Liv turned towards the sneering voice coming from the doorway. Standing there was their other roommate.
Perfectly proportioned, bright blonde hair, shiny blue eyes, a perfect little princess in almost everyone's eyes. Liv wasn't one to stereotype, but this girl was obnoxiously perfect.
She continued. "Of course, even though your failing would mean that the unspoken rules of being Good wouldn't be questioned anymore and your friends would be shone the light- still, such a tragedy you're going to fail." She smiled sweetly, perfect rows of beautifully white teeth showing.
"Ever learn to knock?" Zia muttered under her breath. Liv snickered.
The perfect girl's head turned sharply. " In case you've forgotten, Zia, this is my room too, and as such, there's no reason as to why I should-"
"We get it, Alexia," Liv growled. "But we were having a private conversation." At that, Alexia raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really? I don't understand what's so private about your incoming failure. Everyone knows already."
Liv just glared at her. How could someone at the School for Good be so, so very bad? She stalked past a still-smirking Alexia to the door. "I'm going to the Groom Rooms," she spat out, slamming the door behind her.
*
Liv stormed all the way to the Groom Rooms, seething over her situation, over bratty Alexia, over the entire school. She became so preoccupied with her rage that she didn't see the group of boys heading her way.
*THUMP*
She hit the floor hard, her head starting to ache and her legs splayed out under her, and as she struggled to pull herself up, she heard a chorus of angry voices.
"Watch where you're going, princess! You knocked him over!"
"You could have hurt him! Then he wouldn't have been ready for the Snow Ball! You're lucky he's not bruised!"
Liv looked up, recognizing the voices. "Damien, Luke, I'm sorry I knocked over your friend, but you guys should've been watching out too."
Damien, with golden hair and forest green eyes, glared down at her while Luke, with black hair and blue eyes, pulled up the boy she had accidentally knocked over. Liv stood and glanced over the two boys to see who she'd knocked over- and her heart stopped.
Curly dark brown hair, matching eyes that seemed to sparkle, long limbs spread out as he tried to lift his head up. It was Jay, the only other person at this school who wasn't against her.
And now she'd blown it.
"Sorry Jay!" she stammered out nervously, fidgeting with the watch on her wrist. "I- I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine," he replied, having stood up again. "No one got hurt, so it doesn't really matter." He smiled at her.
Outwardly she smiled back, but inwardly she was performing a victory dance. He's still being nice to me, he's not angry, yessssss.
"Bro, you've got issues." Liv stopped her inner celebration to see Damien shaking his head at Jay. "Girls aren't as smart as us guys, you gotta make her understand that she's wrong-" He didn't get any farther before her palm landed squarely on his jaw.
His head snapped back and he tumbled to the ground. Liv loomed over him. "Girls. Are. Not. Dumber. Than. Boys," she spat out, raging. She turned to Luke. He backed up, nervous, then took off down the hall. Damien stood, shaking, then ran after Luke.
Jay smiled. "Thanks. I've been trying to get those guys away from me for weeks." At that, Liv's eyes widened. "Aren't you one of their friends though?"
He just snorted. "I'm their roommate, not their friend," he corrected. "I'm your friend. They're sexists that tried to keep me away from you, since you're such a rebel." He looked over to Liv, one eyebrow raised. "So, who are you going to the Snow Ball with?"
Liv rolled her eyes. "Haven't you heard? I'm failing," she drawled. "No one wants to go with me. Samuel's going with Zia, and Cameron's going with Ivy."
Jay's eyes widened. "So no one's asked you yet?"
"Why would they? Everyone else has a date already."
"I don't."
Liv turned to Jay, shocked. "You're going alone?"
"Well, that was the original plan. But I guess we could go together, so I'll get full credit, and you won't fail."
Liv stopped in her tracks. Was he really...?
"Unless you don't want to," he added hurriedly.
"No, I'll go with you," she replied, just as hurriedly. "It- it sounds fun."
"Great," he breathed out happily, then seemed to notice her there for the first time and quickly regained his composure. "So, I'll- I'll pick you up from your room-"
"Yeah, OK-"
"Maybe at 7-"
"That-that'll work for me-"
"Um-see you then..."
"Yeah, see ya..."
Then Jay shuffled away, and Liv was left standing there, wondering what had just happened.
*
They should rename this place the Panic Room, Liv thought as she sped through the Groom Room. All around her, there was chaos.
At one of the Rose Red makeup stations sat Ivy, desperately searching through the lipstick for a shade that would match the emerald green dress she was going to wear at the Snow Ball, her hair having been made into a pixie cut and dyed black.
Zia was twisting her arms into weird positions behind her back, trying to zip up her black dress with stars down the bottom. Liv ran over to her and zipped it up. "Thanks," Zia panted out, then started to tie up her hair in a bun.
A cluster of popular girls were scampering throughout the Groom Room, pitting on makeup, fixing their hair, and fitting into their dresses. At the head of the pandemonium was Alexia, blonde hair curled like a doll's and a light pink dress hugging her frame, thick red lipstick over her mouth, as she directed the girls and completely ignored the presence of Liv, Zia, and Ivy.
Liv fought her way through the girls, eventually making it to where Ivy was, who had finally found a shade of lip gloss.
"Liv! There you are! Perfect timing, I'm ready to start on you. Now, sit."
Liv sat down at the chair, partially zoning out as Ivy continued to chatter on: "I'm so glad that you have a date, I was so worried you were gonna get failed, it was really about time that Jay came to his senses and asked you to go with him, I've been shipping you two forever." Her hair fell to the floor as Ivy cut it shorter, then started to pull it up.
*
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Liv jerked up from her thoughts. Alexia and Zia had long since left for the Snow Ball with their dates. Zia and Samuel has offered to wait with her, of course, but she had refused.
She had started to think that maybe this was some cruel joke, and that he wasn't going to come, when the knock sounded. It seemed to echo through the room, and then suddenly she was at the door, her hand on the handle. She took a deep breathe, and opened the door.
Sure enough, standing in the doorway was Jay, a sparkling tux on and a corsage in his hands. He took one look at her and his jaw dropped.
She was magnificent. Her brown hair had a people highlight added to it, and the thick stripe of color weaved in and out of her hair in a plaited braid that reached the ends of her shoulder blades. Silvery eye shadow was lightly applied over her eyes, matching lip gloss on her lips. She wore a sleeveless, sparkling violet dress that flowed out from her waist and ended just below her knees. On her feet were violet heels.
Liv smiled nervously. "Is it too over the top? I knew I shouldn't have let Ivy have free reign of my outfit, I probably look ridicu-" She was cut off by his lips over hers.
Liv was shocked. She froze instantly. His lips had only just brushed over hers when he stood back, his face quickly becoming a bright scarlet."I- I'm sorry," he started to stammer. "I- I don't know what I was- what I was thinking, I guess I just- I just was- was nervous, and-"
"No, it's- it's okay. I was just- surprised, is all," Liv muttered, her face starting to match his in color.
"Um- how about we just pretend that didn't happen?" Jay suggested nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "At least for now."
"Yeah," Liv replied, nodding in relief. That kiss had done something to her, and she was all too happy to push it aside for now.
Jay's eyes widened. "I almost forgot!" He glanced down at the corsage in his hands, then thrust it out to Liv awkwardly, his hands shaking. She nodded, taking it from him and slipping it over her wrist.
She smiled as she looked down at it. Violets. They matched her dress. She didn't notice Jay watching her fondly right by her. "Shall we head out?" he suggested after a moment, over exaggerating his hand movements as he extended his hand towards her.
She turned back to him, still smiling. In an equally over exaggerated voice, she replied, "We shall," and placed her hand in his.
*
*End of Part 1*