Completely Perfect? -In Progress-

2. Beck's

Disclaimer: ♫ Here I am, once again ~  not owning Victorious! God, I make this sound so cheerful...

"Where's the real bade action? I demand Bade!" This is probably what you're thinking. I promise, they will encounter each other in the next chapter. C'mon, I can't have Jade tell her story in her POV and leave Beck's out, right?

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BEFORE

Beck's.

This school is completely fucked up. Seriously, what the hell is this bullshit? I get that this is a performing arts school, filled with overly conceited people who would probably act snobbish towards newcomers, but people just being mean to you for no reason? That girl in the guidance office was just... I don't know. Sigh, I guess part of me expected people to be a little rude since I'm a new transfer. And the whole being Canadian thing doesn't seem to add to the bonus either.

"So, are you, like, a transfer?" The girl showing me to my classroom is blabbering on and on, but I haven't been paying any attention to what she was saying. Then, it hit me - I was distracted because I was thinking about that girl in the office! Damn it. What was so attractive about that mean girl anyway? "Yeah," I say, glancing around the hallway, "This place is like a giant maze! How'd you even remember where all the classes are?"

She giggled girlishly, and fling her wrist as if she's swatting an imaginary fly or something. I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes at her. "Oh, it's easy! The doors are all labeled!" I frown slightly, before looking at the doors we're passing by. The plates next to the doors are all labeled: Blackbox Theater, Yonder's History Class, Anthony's Music Class... Hell, if I'd known it was going to be this easy to find my homeroom, I never would have even asked for help."Where'd you transfer from?" she ask as I turn to look at her.

"Killarney," I say, just to have a blank look in return, so I add, "It's a secondary school in Canada." Her eyes widen, "Wow, you're from Canada?" I nod, smiling slightly, "How'd you end up here?" "My dad thought it would be a good idea to expand my talent here." I shrug nonchalantly, as she nods - it isn't such a big deal, is it?

We're in front of the brown wooden door, which states to be Mr Sikowitz's classroom, now. "So, here we are," she says, giving me a bright smile. I peek inside through the small window. Aside from the loud and obnoxious chatter of some kids in different parts of the room, it looks preetty normal. There was surprisingly no desks, only chairs scattered around in front of the small stage. There's no teacher in there yet, which is good. The last thing I need it to walk in and have some teacher make a big introduction out of me. I turn back to the girl with green highlights in her hair, "Thanks for walking me," I say, "What's your name?"

"Christy." "Well, thanks, Christy." I gave her a smile and pushed the door open, heading into the classroom. A few girls looked up from texting on their pearphones while others looked like predator who found their prey - in this case, me. Either I'm going to get on the beat-'im-up-later list by some of the jocks in here, or the Imma-make-that-boy-mine list by the girls who are already sending me flirtatious looks. Just so you know, both list does not sound appealing.

I send them a slight smile, then kept my glaze down while walking to the centre of the room. Obviously, I don't have any friends to sit with, so I pick a seat in the middle of the room, deciding that sitting not too close to the back and not too close to the stage is a good idea. As soon as I'm in my chair, the guy in front of me turns around and look skeptically at me. Oh god, people really are not too friendly around here.

"That seat's taken," the dude ahead of me says. "Oh, really?" I ask. "Because it doesn't look like anyone's sitting here." I'm figuring this place is kind of like prison. You have to make sure that you stand up for yourself right off the bat; otherwise these pricks will walk all over you. I dig out my notebook out of my bag and place it on my lap. I can't believe I'm staking out my territory in a suburban performing arts school classroom.

He narrows his eyes at me. "Who are you?" he demands. "Beck," I say, fishing out a pen and scribbling some random notes on my notebook without looking straight at him. "You're new?" I glance up at him, "Yeah." there was a couple of girls giggling on the right of me, and I can't help but gaze briefly at them before turning my attention back to the dark skinned boy ahead of me, just to see him nod like he can accept my existence being here. "What do you play?"

What is this? Some kind of interrogation? I put on a smile, "What do I play?" "Yeah." I ponder for a moment, "Sports, or women?" He seems to consider, while I look at him expectantly, "Either." Wow, one word answer and it took him more than ten seconds to reply? "Basketball and soccer." He nod once more, as if like he thinks that this is acceptable too. "And what about girls?"

"Girls? Yeah... yeah, I play them." Well, that's not true, but it's also not a complete lie either. I do play them, but not in a completely jerky way. I just like to have fun. Which teenage boy doesn't, right? Besides, they basically fling themselves at me. "I'm Andre." He reach out a hand, and even though I'm not sure if I should consider him as an ally, I still reach out and shake the hand that he's offering. "You should stick with me," he says, "I'll show you 'round."

I think about it. The way he says it made it seems like this place is indeed a prison, and that he's my 'tour guide'. He looks kind of like a jock, but probably not the worst people here to befriend with. Not to mention that he's the one who initiated this friendship, and the first person who's actually nice to me.

Actually, no. The last point is not quite true. Christy, or whatever her name is, was nice to me. And that leaves the girl in the office as an exception to the rule. Still, beggars can't be choosers. "Cool," I say to Andre, "Thanks, dude." and just like that, I might have my first friend in this school full of self-centred, stuck up snobs.

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Like it? Hate it? Or think that it could've been better? Tell me about it. :) the two of them will have a chance to talk face-to-face in the next chapter, which will either result in a big-meanie Jade, or a agitate-the-mean-girl-on-purpose Beck. Hope you enjoyed it! :)