Disclaimer: I absolutely adore the fact that I'm writing fan-fictions instead of scripts for Victorious.

This is cliché, I know.

The whole romantic and mushy "girl-fall-in-love-boy" thing; but does every tale always have to end with a happy conclusion?

BEFORE
Jade's.

So, my first day at Hollywood Arts is definitely not off to a great start. Even the morning was screwed up. For starters, I spilled coffee on my faded black demi jeans, and have to change into a black skirt. Well, I threw in a pair of leggings too. Wouldn't want my new schoolmates to think I'm those easy type by wearing a short skirt on my first day. This wardrobe change caused me to barely make it out of the house on time before the bus came.

Which was another thing. The bus. Riding the bus really sucks. In case you're wondering, my dad took away my car keys as a form of punishment for getting kicked out of the very expensive and prestigious Manhattan Prep School. Which was ridiculous. I mean, how many seventeen years old do you know gets their car confiscated by their father just because they got expelled?

From what I've concluded, this is his wife's (my stepmother) idea to teach me a lesson, because she's always complaining that I'm a pain in the ass even though I hardly get in her way. Which makes no sense too, I mean, how was taking away my driving privilege teaching me a lesson? I already learned my lesson when I was kicked out of my old school. Alright, I wouldn't dwell on how she gets my dad to do her bidding, or gained all his attention using her romantic advances with her annoying yappy little dog.

Hopefully, I'd make an memorable impression on my first day, since the prospects at Hollywood Arts are not looking very promising so far. Okay, so the walk through the school was exciting enough. Seeing the wildly decorated lockers, to kids dancing at the central staircase. Overall, this school is not normal. Every kid here is like - crazy talented! I don't know how did my application even granted me in here either - not saying it shouldn't, of course. Nevertheless, I continued my journey to the guidance counselor's office, who's name was Lane, I suppose - okay, the name was imprinted in bold black ink on a silver plate on the wooden door, but maybe the room doesn't belong to him, who knows?

I'm sitting outside the guidance office, with my pearphone in hand, waiting to have a meeting with the guidance counselor so I can get my schedule and locker combination, and no one here looks even remotely like potential new friend material. Of course, it's not like I needed new friends anyway. Jade West doesn't need friends. So as I was saying, a girl sitting next to me has dark green highlights in her light brown hair and three piercings in her left ear. Which was fine, mainly because I'm not those discriminating type. I can be friends with people who have piercings, since I'm thinking of getting my face pierced myself.

The girl's bag, however, is the real problem here. I have nothing against camouflage print, even though it's not my style, but what isn't alright was the two small patches that was sewn on the front of her bag. One says Skirt + Leggings = Eww Much! and the other one: Think Pink, Black Sucks. I may not be prejudiced, but this girl definitely is.

Sigh. Anyway, I was totally against the idea of toning down my attitude and appearance to gain entry to this school; even though my attitude was what got me kicked out of my old school in the first place, but since this is my last chance at being a writer, actress or director; I just have to deal with it. But, seeing how not normal the other kids seem here, I'd seriously consider building up a reputation by letting my attitude and appearance go wild instead of bottling it all up insid-

The door at the main entrance swung open and a boy walks in. Freshly gelled dark, fluffy hair. Sparkling black combat boots. Perfectly faded blue jeans. Red and black plaid shirt hanging over his chiseled form, serving as a coat over the pearly white undershirt. He walks with a swagger; the kind that have girls swoon over in no time.

I'd make a mental note to stay away from him. He's probably the most popular guy whose reputation precedes him in school - the kind who is mean to everyone, but for some inexplicable reason, has all the girls wanting him. I don't understand those girls are always falling for the jerks. It's ridiculous.

I look up from my pearphone and glance over at the girl next to me. She's practically falling out of her chair. That's how bad she wants this guy. Poor sap, she doesn't know what she's in for. And besides, I thought her taste in fashion precedes everyone. Guess this golden rule doesn't apply to hot males with perfect hair, perfectly tanned and firm built body.

Oh, look! Mr Perfect is speaking. "Hello," he says to the secretary, leaning over the desk, with the charming smile that shows off his perfect pearly white teeth, "I'm Beck Oliver. It's my first day, and I was asked to come here and pick up my schedule."

I almost choked on my saliva. It's this guy's first day, and he's walking like that? This guy got guts. "Let me look you up on the system, one moment please." the secretary says, all friendly. She shot him a smile. How come when I came in here, she scowled at me and acted like I was a burden to her work, but when it's Mr Perfect's turn, she suddenly turned into another person and is super friendly? Favoritism...

"Ah, yes. Mr Oliver," her smile grew brighter, "Here you go." She hands him a schedule. What? He doesn't have to sit here and take a meeting with the guidance counselor like everyone else? Oh my god. Probably only the rejects who got expelled from their old schools, such as myself, need to have meetings with the counselor. Ugh, this is humiliating.

Mr Perfect thanked her, and turned towards the door while running his eyes down over his schedule. He frowns slightly, probably because he can't believe they would dare to put him in some stupid and useless class or something. He looks up, his eyes meeting mine. His eyes are in the shade of dark brown and slightly brooding. Oh god, why did my heart skip a beat?

"Hey," he says, folding and tucking his schedule in his shirt pocket. "Hi," the girl next to me butted in rudely. I furrowed my brows and flash the girl a quick glare with the corner of my eyes. Why did I do that? Stupid. I don't want to talk to this boy, right? I quickly cover up my action by rolling my eyes. I was obviously irritated by her behavior, but I'm not going to show him that I want him to talk to me instead of her. "Do either of you girls know where Mr Sikowitz's class is?" He smiles, showing his perfect white teeth again.

"No," I shot him a firm glance, my face not betraying any emotion. HA! I'm such a superb actress. I direct my attention back to my pearphone as he speaks, "No?" he sounded a little incredulous. I'm guessing he's surprised that I don't want to help. I ignored him, my thumb moving over the screen to scroll through my old school's web page - surprise that I was still able to log-in.

"No." I repeated, adding in as much annoyance in my tone as possible without looking to him. How many times do I need to repeat the word 'no' before he gets it? Well, he obviously doesn't know I'm new and thinks I'm being a bitch. I smile inwardly; I'm kind of liking this whole concept - he thinking I'm being a bitch. This is amusing.

"I do!" the girl exclaims, clearly emphasising the word 'I'. Oh god. She's starting to get annoying - not that I thought she wasn't annoying in the first place. "And I'll be more than willing to take you there." she added the last part in flirtatiously, making me almost wanting to puke. I surpassed that urge and roll my eyes instead.

I look up at him, curious as to what his reaction towards the girl's sudden outburst will be. Funny, he isn't paying attention to her and still has his eyes fixed on me. I was certainly taken aback. His eyes were glazed with confusion - what, had he never experience rejection before? Of course, a pretty boy like him shouldn't. I mean, he's handsome, and he's probably on his way up the popularity ladder; which means he's probably used to people falling all over themselves just to help him an-

"You really don't know where Sikowitz's classroom is?" This boy just won't give up, will he? "You have no idea?" his incredulousness is getting on my nerves. Now I'm doubly happy that he thinks I'm messing with him. "No," I say simply, "Sorry, I don't. Now, I don't suppose you would expect me to find out for you, right?" annoyance was laced in my tone and it's evident.

"Wha- no," He shakes his head, "I don't expect that, I just..." He look shocked; probably surprised that someone, especially a girl, would be so mean to him. I look at him with wide eyes, expecting an explanation. Okay, now I feel bad... for a second. I am being a bitch. And if it were anyone else, I'd probably smile (a habit I've gained unwillingly from my old school), tell them I'm new and that's why I can't show them where the room is. But let's face it, I'm a little on the edge today, and with all the things that had gone wrong, this is definitely affecting my mood.

But you can't pin the entire blame on me though. I mean, he's probably used to just smiling at girls and have them fall in love with him and do whatever he wants them to - like a dog. I know his type - the type who are just a bunch of snobs who think that they are all high and mighty cause girls swoon over them in no time flat.

"I'm sorry," he says, wait - what's his name again? Oh right, Beck. He's still looking at me, and he shakes his head again like he doesn't know what just happened, and as if like he wants to start all over again. Well, too bad. This isn't an acting scene where you could yell 'cut!' and restart everything from the top over again. "I just thought tha-"

"I can show you where the room is," the girl next to me repeated like no one heard her the first time. She stands up and starts to gather up her belongings, dumping them in that awful-looking bag. "Well, there you go," I said while sending a sarcastic smile his way, gesturing my arm to further emphasize my point, "See? It all worked out." I went back to browsing the web, ignoring their presence.

Honestly, I just want to focus on making a good impression on my guidance counselor, since I just got kicked out of one of the best schools in the country. Beck follows the irritating girl out into the wildly decorated hallway. Good riddance. "Miss West?" the secretary asks. Wow, now that Beck and his gorgeous looks have disappeared out into the hallways, she's back to being all frowny towards me. "Mr Lane will see you now."

I nodded, not that she could see me doing so with her eyes glued to the old computer screen in front of her, "Thanks." I mutter as I dump my phone in my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I took in a deep breath, ready to make a good a memorable impression to amend my mistakes and set my future back on track as I step in to the guidance counselor's office.

Hope you liked it! Jade doesn't seem to like Beck though. :b don't worry, this is BADE. Our favorite Jadey will encounter Becky in Hollywood Arts practically all the time, (much to her current dismay). So there's pretty much ample time for a relationship to bloom. :)