AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first Victorious fanfic so be gentle lol. I greatly appreciate constructive criticism. I don't think I have to say this but I will anyway: I do not own or even pretend to own anything that has to do with Victorious or Dan Schneider...other than this story. ^_^

Jade POV

I am not having a good day. I wake up to my mother sitting at the table with yet another guy, and worse, he had the nerve to look at me like I was trespassing. That is precisely the reason why I packed both my favorite scissors and my new knife that I bought at a convenience store last week. Wearing a black tank top, black leggings, black ankle boots, with my hair in a low ponytail, I feel pretty ok. That guy at my house made me want to kick someone though.

"Jade! Feel free to take a seat. We're going to be serious today," Sikowitz' voice interrupts my thoughts and I realize that I am the only one standing in his class. Beck makes a move to come and sit me down, but I choose to slide into my seat on my own, not looking in his direction. No sooner than Sikowitz talks about being serious, he bursts into maniacal laughter and dances around the room humming an unknown song. I gotta admit: he is secretly my favorite teacher.

"So!" Sikowitz states once he is back at the front of the class, "Instead of me telling you about the new play that I'm writing, I'm going to tell you about the new play you will be writing!" Groans are heard around the classroom; however, I am intrigued. Sikowitz continues, "We will all come up with a concept TOGETHER, then you will split into groups of two and write different parts of our play. By the middle of next week, we should all be ready to combine the scenes, and start casting for our opening night!"

Robbie raises his hand frantically while his puppet Rex rolls his eyes, "Don't you think that's a bit much to trust us with? I mean it's one thing for us to write a scene but an entire play!"

"I agree with Robbie," Beck announces, "The average play is around an hour in a half-"

"Ehh! Wrong! We won't be writing a regular play. We will be writing a Broadway musical!" Sikowitz ends with his arms outstretched and huge smile. "And the average Broadway musical is two hours long."

Tori drops her head and makes a pained groan that causes my eye to twitch beneath my eyebrow piercing. "Shut up! I think it's a great idea!" I say and look at my boyfriend in defiance.

Sikowitz starts sipping a coconut drink out of nowhere and rolls his eyes, "Jade and Beck having a disagreement. Shocker. Does anyone else think that it's a bad idea?"

Andre sits up in his chair, glances at me and raises his hand, "Actually, I think it's a great idea too. It's a whole lot more challenging than your other assignments."

More hands shoot up and Sikowitz puts up his hand, "Polls are closed! Thank you Andre. Now! What will our concept be?"

I smile and speak up, "A girl gets raped by her stepfather and his sons and spends the entire play plotting their murder." As usual, my suggestion rewards me with 11 pairs of eyes staring at me like I just grew a second head. Although that would be pretty cool-

"Jade we can't do a musical on murder!" Beck yells in my ear. I stomp my foot in response, "They sang about having AIDS in RENT! And it was a hit!"

Sikowitz clears his throat, "As disturbing as this may sound, Jade has a point. However, I want some good stuff like romance and hope. Any suggestions Jade?"

I throw my hands up in defeat, "I got nothing."

Sikowitz takes yet another sip of his coconut, "Once again, shocker."

Andre is looking at me again, or is he looking at Beck? I cock my head and look at him, and he copies me. I smile a little and he winks at me, raising his hand. "I think we can work with Jade's idea, only all of the stepdad's sons didn't rape her. One was at work or somethin'. He finds out, defends her, and he is torn between her and his family. They fall in love with a little bit of Romeo and Juliet goin' on."

Sikowitz drops his coconut on the floor and claps loudly, "Yes! Now since the love is your idea, I dub thee 'Love Machine' and you are partnered with Jade. The two main concept writers of this project can figure out how to make these ideas work! I will partner up everyone else and break down which groups are in charge of what parts."

I walk out into the hallway, already tired. Even though I think this project is a great idea, I also agreed with Robbie that this sounds like a lot of work. And to add to the stress, I'm partnered up with Mister Songwriter. I love singing as much as the next student here, but sometimes I wish he'd go a day without that damned keyboard.

"Hey fellow concept writer!" Speak of the devil, complete with red muscle shirt and all. I snort in response as he and I walk to his locker, "So, you think you could throw your little cheerful wrench into my play huh?" I end by dropping my bag on his red high tops and putting my hand on my hip. Andre winces in pain and jumps back as Tori, Robbie, Beck, and Cat show up, Cat tugging on my boyfriend's jacket trying to tell him something, "Ooh we could end the play in a hot air balloon! Love flies, or floats, or something." Cat ends with a smile, eyes pleading for Beck to like her idea. He can be such a softie.

"That's stupid!" I chime in and rip her hand off Beck's jacket, "Love doesn't do anything but make people sick." The look on Cat's face is devastating. Score 1 for me.

"Jade!" Tori squeals, then grabs Cat and walks away, with Robbie following. Now I am only getting disappointing looks from two people. Beck runs his hand through his hair and huffs, "Can you not be an asshole for one day?" Before I can respond, he walks away. I stare in the direction he left for a while before I realize Andre is still here.

"Aren't you gonna leave in a huff too?" I grab my bag and look at him. Andre just shrugs his broad shoulders, puts a book in his locker, then shuts it and pulls out his phone, "I gotta get to my advanced song writing class. Text me when you wanna hook up to go over Sikowitz' play." With that he walks right past me. Was that a smile? I shake my head and stomp towards the exit. I don't feel like being in school anymore.