Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious.
Summary: "Good afternoon," he says, walking to the front of class. "I'll be teaching all of you this semester. I'm Professor Shapiro." And Tori Vega is smitten at first sight. RobbieTori, BeckJade, AndreCat, AU
I really don't know what I'm doing, starting another chapter fic. I've just been really wanting to write a chaptered RobbieTori for some godforsaken reason, and this just…came out. I know it's not a very original plot, but I wanted to try my hand at a Teacher!Robbie and Student!Tori. Chapter's aren't going to be very long, and it will most likely be updated sporadically, but yeah. Hope that's not a huge issue. Title's from a lyric from "Reject Yourself" by Killswitch Engage. Been on a real KE kick lately, lol. Anyway, hope that y'all enjoy this first chapter!
Tear Down the Veil
Chapter One: Turning Tables
Like every transfer student from a small, tiny college to a large university, Tori Vega is nervous.
Her heart beats quickly, like a hummingbird trapped beneath the cage of bone. The whole place is new to her, large and frightening. Though originally excited about this new move to the larger pool, she now feels intimidated and more alone than ever, despite the fact that her friends are right there with her.
She smiles her way through her classes, though she hurriedly takes notes and wants to scream repeatedly. All of her Monday classes go by well - she only has three - and that is at least a plus.
Tori looks at her schedule and sighs, seeing that she has two classes on Tuesday. It could be worse. The Tuesday-Thursday classes of hers are an hour and fifteen minutes in length, and back to back. She gets to go back to her apartment early, and for that she is grateful. She already has a huge amount of homework, and the short day will allow her some work time.
She wakes up for her nine thirty Statistics class and almost dies - it's more math than she ever expected, and that is one subject she absolutely doesn't get. Tori takes more notes than she has ever taken in her life, and their teacher issues them homework that she will have to do online.
Great, she thinks. Homework online and no laptop.
"How's your classes going, Vega?" Jade asks as she meets her for lunch. It's been a work in progress, but their friendship has met solid ground and for that Tori is grateful.
Tori groans and presses her head against her hands, "Awful."
She can hear the smile in Jade's words, "That's too bad."
Some things never change, Tori supposes.
"Hey, babe," a familiar voice echoes from above her. Her heart skips as she turns to face its owner.
"Danny," she says with a smile. He swoops down and plants a kiss on her forehead. Jade faux-gags in the background until her boyfriend, Beck, sits down beside her and gently tugs on a lock of her blue-and-black amalgamation of hair.
Andre arrives then and takes his spot right beside Tori, and then talks about the latest of many music classes he is taking. Cat follows soon after and they sit beside each other.
Lunch is uneventful. Danny puts his hand into hers and Tori has no choice but to twist her fingers with his. Beck and Jade kiss, and Andre and Cat smile and laugh.
Everything looks picture perfect.
Tori thinks things might not be so picture perfect when she strolls to her last class of the day. A psychology class that she had saved to take last, just so she could get a bit of reward for doing her best in all her classes, for all her hard work.
She sits down right beside Danny - they had wanted to take this class together. Or, rather, he wanted to join her in her venture. He knew she adored the subject of psychology and found it fascinating and thought that taking it with her would…
Well, she isn't exactly sure what he was thinking when he signed up for Child Psychology with her.
Tori sighs and brings out her notebook and pens, ready to take notes. Out of all the classes she has this semester, this is the one she is most excited about.
Danny sits next to her, just having gotten out of his Botany class, which was halfway across campus. He is breathing heavily, having to have rushed across campus to get there in time. He flops his backpack on the desk next to her and draws out his notebook and pens, making more racket than is necessary. She cringes at the sound as it breaks through the silent auditorium.
They wait, but not for long. Danny was a good two or three minutes shy from being late for class, but the professor is two or three minutes late.
Tori finds herself tapping her foot just to have something to do. The whole class is restless, fidgeting as three minutes turn to four and four into five…
And the doors behind her open. Quietly, so quietly that Tori would not have heard if she had not been listening. Footsteps follow. She waits.
They are light footsteps, dainty. The person in question passes her shoulder and makes his way to the front of the room.
"Good afternoon," he says, walking to the front of class. "I'll be teaching all of you this semester. I'm Professor Shapiro."
She takes a moment before she glances upward and watches him as he unloads his laptop and various other things to get ready for the class. He has thin hands, she notes.
Tori studies him. He has a mess of brown hair, dark eyes hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses. A thin build. A sweater covers his spindly frame, and the pants he wears looks like they would fall off had they had not been fastened with a worn looking brown belt. He drops a few things as he tries to fix things around his desk. A few snickers issue from the crowd.
"I apologize for my lateness," he says, and his voice shakes slightly. "First day on the job here." He laughs. "So…"
He starts rambling, makes a Star Wars reference, and then - after some fumbling - he turns on the overhead projector and makes a relieved noise, "There we go! Wouldn't want to have to cancel class, now would we?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his tone.
Professor Shapiro starts going into chapter one of the text, stumbling over his words in his nervousness and laughing at inappropriate times. The class joins in; Tori finds herself being one of those. She tenses out of shock when she feels Danny's hand on her arm. Her eyes don't leave the teacher as her boyfriend speaks.
Danny leans toward her, "What a dork."
Tori couldn't disagree more.
Her heart is thundering in her chest, and she can't figure out why.
End Chapter One.