A.N: Hey it's me again! That irritating Island girl obsessed with Victorious and Pitch Perfect! Yey! So this is a story that's been niggling at the back of my head for a while now, and after watching Wok Star again, the idea really grew and became this. I'm sorry if it's a too AU for you, it's just what I think (or mostly what I would hope) would happen if this plotline really existed in the show. So, I hope you enjoy, and please, review and spread the word! – Billie

Beck's PoV
I was brimming with regret. My deep fury, directed all towards myself, was unpredictably dangerous. A moment ago I remember clutching a ginger beer can. Now, a scrap of crumpled-up metal lay crushed in the palm of my hand. I discarded the can by throwing it at a wall, which unfortunately for me was about five inches away from myself, causing the scrap of sharp aluminium to ricochet off the tin bucket that was my RV and slice through my lip. It stung, but I could bare it, wiping away the warm, dripping blood streaking down my chin with the sleeve of my red flannel shirt. The crimson liquid blended in with the crimson material, so I found no need of washing it. Revolting, I know, but I wasn't in the mood to strip off and start up a damned washing machine. Besides, I had to get to school. However furious and sick I felt, I just had to get to school. My friends had told me it was an important day to be in a certain mentally instable teacher's classroom today if grades meant anything to your record. Also, I had to prove that I wasn't weak, and I could face the break-up with my head held-up high.

Within ten minutes, I had arrived in the Hollywood Arts parking lot, calm and composed. I was going to be strong, telling anyone who asked that I was unnerved and completely natural. Of course it was just an act I was intending on putting on, but I'd rather lie to my peers than seem broken and feeble.
A dark-skinned teenager stepped out of the rusty dark blue Porsche 944, the hinges creaking as he pushed it shut, locking it with his keys. He huffed loudly, shaking his head with annoyance. "One day, when I've made it big, you Porsche are history" he muttered, baring his teeth at the poor, little car.
He wore a plain blue shirt, short-sleeved, with his trademark brown hoodie. His caramel-coloured, braided hair was loose as it dangled just below his shoulders. A pair of dark jeans were clad on his legs, above his Nike sneakers. His look was very care-free, whereas my choice of clothing was more urban, wearing the exact same blood-stained, long-sleeved shirt, a pair of woody-brown jeans and some sand-coloured boots. The blood on my lip had dried and a puffy gash had been carved.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Tori called just before I picked you up. Apparently the 'big news' that Sikowitz was going to tell us today, was actually about the 'bigger news' he's telling us on Friday."
Andre being the great friend he is knew not to bring up anything remotely related to the break-up, so talking about anything besides that was greatly appreciated.
"So, there's no news today?"
"Nope, Friday."
I mentally cursed our Drama teacher for misleading us all. But then again, we all should of seen it coming. It is something he would do, excite us then, 'BOOM!', drop a bombshell.
We both walked into the entrance hall, the doors swinging shut behind us. I was fully aware at how whisperings had suddenly occurred, many stares directed my way. I gritted my teeth and continued my pathway to my locker. No one was going to deter me today. No one.
Suddenly, I was aware of a figure standing behind me, shuffling about on her pastel pink pumps. I swivelled my head to see a sombre red-head, gazing intently at me. Her innocent hazel eyes bore into my own, as if she was extracting my memories without my knowledge. Well, unfortunately for the girl, I broke our stare, and turned my attention to her striking outfit; a short and sweet dress, pink of course, with intricate butterflies printed onto the cotton material. Her hair, an alarming fire truck-red colour, was all tied back, leaving her perfectly bronze face hair free.
"Hey Cat."
"Hey, Beck."
"So, how are you."
I was aware of how awkward the conversation was, and how intensely she was looking at me. I sought to change that.
"Jade hasn't come to school yet."
I raised my eyebrow at her, curious as to why she thought I needed to know. She was present when we had split up, so clearly she should know little things like this don't matter to me any more. Or do they?
"Why not? I thought she rode with you?"
"She does, but today she wasn't at home."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I waited outside her house for a few minutes, then went and knocked on the door. Her little brother – did you know she had a little brother? – answered and said she wasn't at home."
"Have you tried calling her?"
"Seventeen times! I'm worried Beck."
"It's alright, we'll find her."
I pondered on the thought for a while. Yes I knew Jade had a little brother, his name though she had not told me. But why had he told Cat she wasn't at home . . . unless . . .
"Cat, Jade's probably hiding. She didn't want to face today, so she got her brother to cover for her. I was going to do the same."
Just then, it felt like all the oxygen in the building had left, as the door's swung open. A cold wind blasted through, causing a slight breeze. A figure appeared in the doorway, his hands on his hips and a confident smirk plastered on his face. He took one step into school, and no word of a lie, at least six girls fainted. I heard Tori gasp right into my ear, as her and Andre approached us, slowly. The mystery guy wore a black pair of jeans, and some black sneakers on his feet. A blue checkered over shirt covered an ACDC concert tee, and a leather jacket over both. His eyes were hidden by dark, silver aviators, and his chocolate-coloured hair was short as the front tuft of it stuck naturally upwards, no product necessary. Even I, a perfectly straight guy, could tell that this boy was 'handsome'. It made me sick to think I had competition.
I could see Cat with her jaw-dropped, and Tori with her eyes spread wide open, out of the corner of my eyes. I rolled them, bored of the new kid already.
He walked over to our little group, as Tori began to hyperventilate, and greeted us warmly.
"Hey, I'm Cade."
"Hey, I'm Beck, this is Andre, that's Cat and the girl about to have a breakdown, she's Tori."
I nodded towards the guy, pointing everyone out as I spoke their names. Cat released a small giggle, whilst Tori prodded me sharply in the ribs. Andre and Cade chuckled, finding embarrassed and light-headed Tori amusing.
"Please, don't pass out on my account" Cade flirted, smirking towards the brunette struggling to breath. She attempted to smile back, but instead inhaled a lot of air, starting up a whooping coughing fit, wheezing and choking nastily.
All of a sudden, the noise of Tori's sudden outburst was the only sound left in the building, as yet another figure had arrived. Everyone conscious had frozen and stared at the person, a half-empty coffee cup in hand. The heels from her studded, black ankle boots vibrated off the lockers. Her apple-green laced shirt, long-sleeved, perfectly complimented her curves around her waist and her chest, as the shirt was both tight and revealing. Her usual black, ruffled mini skirt was pulled up to her waist and fell to mid-thigh, the shirt tucked inside, and opaque, black tights covered her long legs. Her raven-coloured hair fell to just above her chest, curled with green highlights woven in.
She looked absolutely stunning, which made the pain even worse.
She noticed the stranger standing beside us, and eyed him up and down, her expressions almost unreadable.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware Stephen Tyler had a twin" she mocked, sipping her coffee, her hard, steely aquamarine eyes set on the new boy. I expected him to retaliate in some way, call her something back and make a reference to some famous Goth chick. Instead, he surprised me, and the others, by grinning widely at her, sliding off his shades. I could almost feel Tori's heartbeat flutter from behind me, as his turquoise eyes were revealed, sparkling. The fair-skinned girl dropped her coffee with shock, her crimson lips parted.
"Cade?" she muttered, half-whispering, her voice softer and more gentle than usual. It intrigued me.
"Hey Jade" he replied, giving her a warm and sincere smile. She immediatley wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing any breath he had left, her eyes shut firmly. He chuckled and embraced her back, placing one hand on her shoulder, the other was tangled in her dark hair.
As the pair cuddled, I felt my muscles tense up, irritation and deep anger coursing through my veins. Andre turned to me as he had sensed my fury, and immediatley jumped into action. He began to hack violently, surpassing Tori's coughing fit by miles. The hugging two broke away, curiously looking at Andre. He shrugged it off, as I repaid my gratitude with a courteous nod.
"I can't believe that . . . I mean why . . . how are you . . . " stuttered Jade, lost for words in the presence of the new boy
"My brother landed a job at some high-end firm down the road, so he moved here a week ago. I flew up today so I could join him" he explained, happily.
I could see the clear illumination in Jade's face after she discovered Cade's identity, and I automatically felt enraged by it. It took me a while to grasp that we had broken up, and she was free to fall in love with anyone else. I chose not to follow her, meaning I'd left her. I'd decided, willingly, to not be involved with her any more, romantically anyway. Yet, somehow, I still managed to get that roaring envious feel inside of me, a sensation I was fairly new to.
The others, however, didn't feel jealous. They were confused. Confused to how the two knew each other, and why Jade was so excited at seeing him again. And quite frankly, I was confused too.
Tori was the first to speak up, her interest in the situation sparking inside her dark chocolate eyes.
"Do you two know each other?" she chirped up. I assumed Jade would bite her head off with some cruel comment, or just simply growl or slap her. That's what would usually happen, but Jade doesn't usually hug strangers. Today was not usual in any shape or form.
"Yeah, yeah we do" Jade replied, cheerily.
"And, how?" Robbie snooped, curiously.
"We were in Grades 1 to 8 together back in New Jersey" Cade answered.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"You're from New Jersey? I thought you were from California?" Tori questioned. All of us, beside a little red-head nodded with agreement.
"No, she's from Hanworth" Cat added, knowingly. My heart sunk, heavily. I thought I knew Jade better than most, aside from Cat, but it turns out I didn't know her well enough to even know she was from New Jersey. She knew I was from Canada, so why didn't she tell me about New Jersey?
"I know, I know, I don't have the accent" Jade sighed, misreading my look of distrust to one of bewilderment.
"But trust me, she's got the wild spirit" assured Cade.
"Oh, don't we know it" Tori mumbled, fortunately low enough so Jade couldn't hear.
After a while of awkward silence, I sighed, breaking the tension.
"So, are you going to go to school here?"
"Here, Hollywood Arts? No way" he told me, snorting.
"But you could! I mean you're an insane guitar player, and you did amazing in that play in 5th Grade!"
"Alice in Wonderland? I was a frog!"
"Yeah, so? Tori was a zombie in a play a while back, and she was great!"
When Jade realized what words had spilled out of her mouth, she immediatley sought to take them back, even with Tori beaming at her.
"I mean, considering you were so totally flat in that last song and you completely messed up the lines, you were slightly above terrible."
"That was probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me Jade!" Tori teased, her hand held mockingly over her heart. Jade just glared at her, the murderous schemes already forming in her twisted little head.
"You should audition, Cade" Andre told him, nicely. "If the Wicked Witch of the West over here thinks you should audition, then you're bound to be fantastic."
"Yeah, Jade doesn't compliment people a lot. In fact, she never does. You must be talented" Robbie added. Rex nodded his head verification to everyone else's claims.
"I don't know, I haven't performed live since you left Jade" murmured Cade, disappointedly. "You were my anchor, you were the one who helped me keep my cool on stage. I'm not sure I can do it without you by my side."
"I'll perform with you then" she stated, a twinkle in her eyes that I loved to see, yet hated to not be the cause of.
"Can you do that? Two auditioners at the same time?" Cat asked.
"Yeah, Tori and Andre did it for Helen a few months ago" Jade replied, shrugging.
"It'll be just like the old days, just you and me" he smiled, causing Jade to bite her lip, a shiver running down my spine at the sight of her seductive action.
"Yeah, just you and me."
Suddenly, a familiar giggle was released from the cherry-haired girl, her small hand partially covering her mouth. Her eyelashes batted innocently as she noticed us all staring.
"Cade, and Jade! Hehehehe!" she chuckled. We all just mentally face-palmed, and ignored her.
Jade rolled her eyes, as Cade just turned his attention back to her, and they continued to gaze into each other's eyes, stuck in their own little world.
I watched, enviously. It hurt to know that Jade could move on from me in such a short space of time, whereas I was struggling to keep myself together. It's not that I want her back, I just find it painful. Painful to think that I felt guilty for leaving her, that I was beside myself with worry as to how Jade would take it, when all along she was fine with it. It seemed almost shamelessly ironic at how this Cade guy, whom she just so happens to know and is coincidently best friends with, turns up out of the blue. What's even more cliché is that she fell right into his arms, almost as if it were destined the pair would reconcile. Well, I'm glad I got out when I did, or else I would have been fighting a losing battle.
Instead of noticing the little things like how Jade's ocean blue eyes lit up when she saw her 'friend', or what type of coffee she had dropped, I should have seen the bloody bandage wrapped carelessly around her right hand.

A.N: Why is Jade's hand wound in some blood-soaked bandage? Who exactly is this mysterious friend from New Jersey? Is Beck as over Jade as he says he is? How far does Jade and Cade's relationship go? And how much more clueless can Cat get? I love cliffies. Read on to find out more. Also, please review! I'm not sure if I should continue, with trying to juggle this story and my other one, Only Ninety-One Days. Thank you! - Billie