"Why weren't you at the Showcase, Blake?"
I was getting my jazz shoes and ballet shoes for my back to back dance classes later, when my ever so lovely best friend Jade West came up to my side to interrogate me. Something that she loves to do.
"I thought you had your routine down. It's not like you to skip out on Showcase night."
I continued digging through my locker and Jade was able to see from my silence and bandaged hand that gave her all she needed to know.
"I see. Why didn't you call me? I would have gone with you, you know that."
"I know."
Jade knew that was all she was getting out of me as she slammed my locker shut and started pulling me to Sikowitz's class.
"Well you didn't miss much, except that freakshow Trina Vega's tongue swelled up bigger then that zit Cat had last week."
"Lovely. Beck meeting us there?"
"Yeah, I told him to go on without us. I needed to see you first."
"So no coffee?"
Jade rolled her eyes at me as we entered the classroom to see some random girl rubbing on Beck. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at what was to come next. Jade doesn't like anyone touching poor innocent Beck.
"Dude. Why you rubbing my boyfriend?"
I could see in the random girl's eyes that she was smitten with Beck. Bad move girly. She tried telling Jade what happened, but like that will ever help.
"Oh, I just spilled coffee on..."
"Get away from him."
I decided now was the perfect time to escort myself out of the situation and get to my seat, but not before imparting some wise words to the new girl.
"Good God, don't anger it."
The girl looked at me in distress as I walked on by as if this was normal, which with Jade it is pretty normal. As Beck calmed her down, our hippy of a teacher came in. Sikowitz is his name.
He comes barreling into the classroom, screaming about a fire in the school. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at everyone screaming and panicking. It's not like this psycho hasn't done this before. Sikowitz is an amazing acting teacher, he is just...odd. He walks around barefoot, drinks milk from coconuts and sometimes he does things like scaring his students into hysterics.
"Alright. Now that I got your blood pumping, let's get started. Rumps in chairs."
While Sikowitz takes his place on the class stage, I took my usual spot sitting in front of Beck and Jade while Beck always rests his feet on the back of my chair. Sikowitz proceeds to introduce the new victim of Jade's ire as Tori Vega and how she gave him two bucks this morning. No doubt this girl is Trina Vega's sister.
Sikowitz decides to pick Jade as the leader of the improv exercise. She goes to the front and proceeds to pick Eli, Beck, Cat and Tori... oh, no. She has the poor girl on her hands and knees acting like a dirty dog.
Jade continues her act, "I read on the internet that coffee gets rid of bugs."
Our friend Andre tries to intervene.
"Jade."
She proceeds to take some guys ice coffee and dump it on Tori's head.
"What's the prob, dog?"
I knew something was bound to happen to the poor new girl as Jade is quite vengeful, but I can't stop Jade from doing what she wants. Besides I don't know the girl, not my place to intervene. But that poor coffee...After class had ended, I decided that I should say something at least.
"Jade that was pretty petty of you."
She looks at me with a proud look in her eye
"I mean, dumping coffee on her head what are you 12? It was her first day."She rolls her eyes at me, but she knows that I'm being serious.
" Whatever, Beck wants to know if you wanna go to Wok Star after school."I knew that this was as far I cared about the situation. Jade can be mean and cruel, but this isn't new to me. I don't really care what she does as long as it doesn't involve me.
"Will you buy me coffee?"
*So Blake is covered in tattoos and I'm using the ones on the lovely Victoria Kristine as shown above.
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Tiny Dancer
ФанфикBlake Barba is Hollywood Arts own Tiny Dancer. A dancing virtuoso that lacks emotions when off the stage, she is the best friend of the school's own scary girl Jade West. Join Blake on her adventures at Hollywood Arts.