Chapter 1: Detention

A/N: I am finally back! I have finally got over my seemingly two years of writers block. I know it has been forever since I last upload or updated any fics, so hopefully I'm not too rusty and this fic isn't completely terrible. Even though Victorious is over now, I think about it all the time and I am still super pissed that they never showed us how Beck and Jade really met and started dating. I came up with different scenarios on how I think/wish Beck and jade met. I promise this time it will not take me two years before I finally update it. I don't know how soon I'll update, but it won't be years. Enough babbling. Now, on with the story.

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Beck's POV

I can't believe this. I can't believe that I am stuck in detention on a Friday night. I wouldn't even be here if I hadn't run into a girl and made her spill her coffee on herself, and even though I kept apologizing, the girl went bat-shit crazy.

*Flashback*

I had just walked through the doors at Hollywood Arts, and I was heading to my locker when It happened. I was too busy reading through posts on TheSlap to see the girl standing in front of me. Unfortunately for me, by the time I noticed, it was too late. I crashed into the girl and spilled her entire cup of JetBrew down the front of her shirt. And that is when all hell broke loose.

First, the girl cried out in pain before she turned to me and started going off on me.

"OW! You fucking idiot! Couldn't you see me standing there?" She screamed.

This was the first time I got a good look at this girl. She had black hear with teal streaks, she was wearing all black, and she had piercing blue eyes that were staring daggers at me. I got so caught up by her looks – she looked gorgeous – that I couldn't even think. I just said the first thing that came to my mind,

"Sorry," I weakly muttered. I knew the apology was insufficient, and apparently all it did was set the girl off even more.

The girl squared her shoulders to me and got in my face before she continued,

"You asshole. You fucking asshole. You think 'sorry' is going to make this better? Do you think 'sorry' is going to stop this coffee from burning my skin? Do you think it going to make me forget that you crashed into me and made me spill my precious coffee? If you do, you could not be more wrong. Maybe your sorry-ass apology would have some girls falling head-over-heels and instantly forgiving you, but not this girl. As if today wasn't shitty enough by having to start school here, thanks to you, it just got a thousand times shittier," She screeched.

Oh, so this is the new girl everyone had been talking about all week. I would say our first meeting left an impression on her. By this time, most of the kids in the hallways had stopped to see what was going on. Once again, I tried to apologize, this time a little more sincere,

"Look, I really am sorry, and I know that doesn't it make it better, but if it helps, I'll buy you another coffee. Or at the very least, let me take you to the nurse to check your burns." Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to this girl, because she started yelling at me all over again,

"Oh, so I suppose this is where girls start swooning over you, right? You say a pathetic apology and a string of bullshit and girls start drooling over you," She continued on, getting closer to me with each word, and it seemed like the coffee incident was forgotten about.

"I know how guys like you work, the overly-cocky, pretty boy type. You act as though you give a shit, but it really all an act," She paused before continuing on.

"And do you really think some apology is going to make up for you burning me?" She questioned.

By this point she had started pushing me as if to get her point across more. I don't even know how long she had been yelling and ranting for, but Lane must have finally noticed all of the kids gathered in the hallway and decided to see what was going on. Lane pushed his way through the crowd before making it to where this girl and I were standing.

"Would either of you like to explain to me what is going on here?" Lane questioned looking between the two of us.

Before I had the chance to speak up, the girl was already going on,

"Yeah, this dumb ass here ran into me and made me spill my coffee all over me, and practically burned my skin. Oh, and the best part is that he didn't even apologize for burning me," The girl accused.

"Wait, what?" I questioned, was she serious? "I did apologize, but you wouldn't accept it," I tried explaining to clear my name.

Before either one of us could get another word in, Lane stepped in,

"Ok, that's enough. I don't want to hear another word. I don't know who did what, but you two can settle it in detention Friday night."

He could not be serious, could he? I didn't do anything.

"Are you kidding me," The girl screeched, "You're giving me detention, and on a Friday night, all because some jackass ran into me?"

"I don't wanna hear it. And yes, detention, Friday night," Lane sighed. "Oh, and by the way, welcome to Hollywood Arts, Jade," Lane added as he walked away.

"Yeah, what a great welcome," She muttered, "this is all your fault," she glared at me before walking off.

*End Flashback*

And that is how I ended up being stuck in detention on a Friday night.

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There's part one of chapter 1. I decided to do this scenario in parts because it's long. The next part should hopefully be up tonight, or if not, tomorrow. Review and let me know what you think. Hopefully it wasn't too bad.