May,
The bell had just rung when Tori and I stumbled into class, having riding with Trina to school today. Trina insisted on giving us a ride to school EVERYDAY this week, she had been hanging out with us a lot more than usual and sitting with us at lunch... She had been oddly affectionate and acting very sentimental these last days, and I didn't know why... or how to deal with it.
Anyways as we entered class, I swung the door open, alarming every one of my presence. "Hey, hello, hi, everyone, hey, look!" I shouted, walking to the middle of the room as everyone looked up.
"What's up?" Andre asked, as he and Beck sat on the steps of the stage.
"Yeah?" Beck nodded his head up.
"What?" Jade furrowed her eyebrows at me.
"Shh!" I shushed them, holding my hands out. "Before anyone says anything... I did not see the finale of American Voice last night!" I said, looking around the room. Why, may you ask? Trina.
"Oh, well...—"
"Zip it!" I yelled, looking at Andre. "I recorded it. It's on my DVR. And I'm going to watch it as soon as I get home tonight!"
"Okay but...—" Beck said as he stood up.
I turned around, waving my hand in his face, making him lean back. "Dahhhhh!! No spoilers!" I exclaimed intently staring at him.
He nodded, slowly bringing my arm down. "Come sit." He muttered, pulling me along with him to our seats.
"I've watched every episode this season for the past four months! So please, no one tell me who won last night." I exasperated, sitting down beside him. "Please?" I begged, looking right at Jade.
She held her hands up, and nodded, making me glare at her for safe measure before I turned towards the board. I sighed, putting my bag down and getting out my phone. I wasn't on it even a minute before I heard Jade's janky voice.
"Se—"
"LALALALALALALALALALALA!" I shouted, putting my hands over my ears before seeing Cat skip into the room a few seconds later.
"—I am! How's everyone doing today?!" She asked, standing at the front of the room. "Anyone wanna talk about what I'm wearing?" She asked, before twirling around. When no one answered, she posed, "It's a... Pajelehoocho!"
"A jelly-joo-ish-who-what?" Andre asked, as she skipped up onto the stage.
"Pajelehoocho! They're pajamas! They're jeans! They're leggings! It's a hoodie! It's a poncho! The Pajelehoocho!" She exclaimed, showing off every bit of her dark purple jumpsuit with a cape like outfit.
Beck nodded, pointing at her. "I think I've seen the Pajelehoocho advertised on TV." He pointed out, glancing at me.
"Yeah, I got the commercial right here." Robbie said, before getting up with his laptop and going to the stage.
"Oh!" Cat grinned, jumping up and down, as we stood up and moved closer to the stage where Robbie placed his laptop.
"Cool." Tori murmured.
"Let's see." Andre said as we crowded in.
"Do your clothes make you feel uncomfortable?" The narrator asked, as a boy sat on his couch, in black and white. "Have you ever thought to yourself... 'Man, I wish I could wear something comfortable, that'll make me feel normal and popular?'"
"That'll never happen!" The boy muttered, after tugging on his clothes.
"Shut up!" The narrator told him, before magically making him wear a Pajelehoocho.
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Room 107 | A Victorious Rewrite (EDITING)
FanfictionY/n Vega has attended Hollywood Arts ever since she was 12 years old and over the years, she has met a lot of people, including her boyfriend, Beck and her best friend, Jade. When Y/n's older sister, Trina decides to participate in this year's Big S...
