Hey everyone! So I know I'm already working on a Fanfiction now, but I just got this great idea for a story and I couldn't wait to write it! I found this movie on Netflix one day and I was like "Hey, that's Sarah Hyland! I have to watch this." So I watched it lol. It seemed a little cheesy at first, since they make high school look so innocent and stereotypical (it IS a Disney Channel movie, after all), but I continued to watch it anyway. I ended up loving it so much that I wanted to write a Victorious AU of it.

As predictable as I am now, this will be a Cabbie story. Cat and Robbie are obviously Dylan and Josh, and you'll be able to find out which Victorious character matches up with each character in "Geek Charming." I know Trina is more suited for the personality of Dylan Schoenfield, but I'm not a big Tribbie shipper, honestly. Because this is an AU, some of the characters are going to be a little OOC, so hopefully you'll forgive me for that.

I'm going to try and mimic the movie as much as humanly possible, but it WILL be substantially different. It is rated T, so it won't be sugar-coated Disney crap, and it takes place in Victorious-land. I hope you enjoy it!

"It's an honor to announce this year's Prome Queen, the most important crown that any girl can ever wear…"

A girl with bright red hair stood in the middle of five tall, gorgeous brunettes in black dresses and insanely high heels. She knew this was a tough competition, but deep down inside she hoped she would come out victorious. She stood with a seemingly confident smile on her face, her hand poised on her hip on top of her long, red dress. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, anxiously waiting for the announcer to call her name.

A drum roll played in the background as the announcer paused. "…Cat Valentine!"

Cat's eyes snapped open as her name echoed throughout the room and the crowd burst into applause and cheers. She gasped and clapped her hands together, giddy that she had actually won. To be crowned Prome Queen, in her mind, was the highest honor a high school girl could earn. It meant that she was the most popular girl in school, for crying out loud! By becoming Prome Queen, she would have every wannabe high schooler in the palm of her hand, wanting to be her- to be as awesome and as pretty as she was.

She smiled and waved at her ecstatic fans with a fluffy princess tiara resting on the top of her head and a big bouquet of white daisies in the crook of her arm. Rose petals showered the catwalk as she strutted down it, blowing kisses and posing for numerous pictures. I can't believe it, she thought to herself. This is amazing. It's a dream come true!

"Cat!" someone cried out. Ah, another adoring fan. What else is new? She laughed, enjoying the fame and popularity, and continued to celebrate her moment. "Caterina!"

Wait a second…

Cat stumbled out of her daydream and stared blankly at the lady sitting in front of her. "Yes Principal Dubois?"

Helen smiled at her brightly and handed her a clipboard. "The Prome Queen campaign application. I need your signature."

Cat gave her a slight nod and waited for one of her friends, Tori and Trina Vega, to dig out her own pen. She wrote her name in big, swooping letters, practically taking up the other half of the sign-up sheet. She handed the pen back to Tori, who had given it to her in the first place, then snapped her fingers in front of Trina's face, who was admiring herself in a little compact mirror. They turned simultaneously, as if they had practiced this routine a million times, and started walking down the school hallway.

The principal watched them walk away, than gestured to the next girl in line. "Next!"

"This year is going to be muy fantastique," Cat gushed to her friends as they walked with their arms linked together. "Guess why?"

"Why?" they chimed dutifully.

"Because once I am crowned Prome Queen, I will be the most popular girl at Hollywood Arts High School ever." The girls giggled at her comment.

Cat scanned the Asphalt Cafe, pointing out each clique as they passed their corresponding lunch table. "Drama club: easy vote. They like my dramatic flair." She flipped her hair flirtatiously as if that would prove her point.

She looked at a table to her right. "Ooh, the shirt I wore last semester! Followers. Easy votes, of course."

She grimaced as soon as she saw the lunch table on her other side. "Ew. Tech nerds."

Trina snickered. "You're already like a movie star to them, Cat."

"Totally!" Tori exclaimed.

Up ahead sat a group of kids with guitars and guitar picks scattered all across their table. "Indie rock wannabes. What's up with the guitars?" Cat complained, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "People, this isn't a campfire!"

Tori and Trina, finding her joke funny, giggled in agreement. "I can't believe you actually used to be friends with Gabriella Kalanowski," Tori said in a hushed voice, as if being friends with her was the worst thing in the world to do.

Cat failed to see her old friend look up from her guitar playing and attempt to wave at her. "Alas, it's true... until I traded her up for you two," she said smugly.

They shared a small BFF moment before they heard a girl call out Cat's name repeatedly. "I took your suggestion and got my hair cut into a bob!" she squealed, running up to her to show Cat her new hair, then dashing away just as fast.

"Definitely cute-ing it up!" Cat called after her. "See? People know I care," she said, addressing her friends. "Easy vote."

They stopped at the end of the Asphalt Cafe, trays still in their hands. "What about Jade West?" Tori asked her, concerned. "She's MAJOR competition."

Cat's eyes widened as she glanced over at a beautiful girl with jet black hair sitting with the football players- well, the ones not popular or good-looking enough to make The Ramp, at least. She smiled sweetly at Cat, then gave her a mean scowl that said Bring it on, bitch. If Cat wasn't the cattiest girl in school (clever word play, huh?), Jade was definitely a close second.

She was intimidated for a second. Even though Jade was ruthless and cruel in every way possible, she had the ability to earn major respect just by threatening people to vote for her. But Tori and Trina couldn't see her crumble under the pressure. They see her as their leader, she reasoned in her mind, and a leader should never show weakness. That would be muy mal! Spanish for "ew," of course.

She recovered and huffed. "What and ever. A good candidate likes the competish. If I ran for Prome Queen unopposed and won? Bo-ring! And who has the number one seat on The Ramp?" She pointed to herself triumphantly. "Mwa!"

The three girls looked up at a table high above them. The Ramp was where only the most popular people in the eleventh grade sat. Girls and guys alike dreamed about being able to sit there and gloat over the rest of the losers down below. New candidates were picked once a month, of course. Couldn't always eat with the same old boring crowd, right? However, as Abby Lee from Dance Moms always says, "Once you're at the top, it's harder to stay on top." And those words couldn't be truer for The Ramp. One wrong step and you're out of there as fast as Beck Oliver, the star player of the volleyball team and Cat's amazingly hot boyfriend, could spike a ball onto the opposing team.

Cat swooned as she saw Beck's arm draped over an empty chair. "Aw, look girls! Beck saved a seat for me! So sweet."

Beck's eyes met with hers and he winked at her coyly. She readied herself to venture up the stairs, spraying perfume around her head. As soon as she took a step forward though, she found a plate of pasta hurling at her chest. Before she could shield herself, it splashed all over her peach-colored blouse. A few noodles found their way onto Tori's cheek and in Trina's hair, and Cat swore she felt some fall down her shirt into her bra.

"Oh my god!" she screamed in horror as she found the culprit: an awkward, lanky guy with a black, curly afro and the stereotypical plastic glasses. "You… you GEEK! This is designer!" She struggled to wipe the disgusting pasta off of her chest.

Robbie Shapiro, one of the tech geeks, looked at her bemusedly. "No, it's tuna noodle casserole."

"You are so ga-ross!" she continued to screech at him.

"Uh, gross is just one syllable," he corrected her nervously.

"I can't believe that popular people like me are forced to share the same air as nerds like you!"

Seriously? Forced to share the same air as me? Okay, you wear so much perfume that you need a freaking gas mask just to survive. Let's replay that scene, shall we?

But I'm in control of the story, you freak!

Hush up, narrator. Just show them my side of the story.

…Bossy.

So let's backtrack a minute or two then. While Cat was making her through the Asphalt Café, Robbie was over at the Grub Truck getting lunch. He put his tray down and cringed when he heard the squish of slimy pasta being dropped onto his plate. He took out his video camera, turned it on, and started recording. "Is this yesterday's fettuccine alfredo?" he questioned Festus, the person who had put the pasta on his plate.

He glared at him and reached for something out of Robbie's sight. Not done with Festus yet, Robbie snuck his camera inside the window to take a peek at what may be behind it. "Recycled?"

"No paparazzi!" Festus pushed the camera away and stormed off, cursing to himself as he did so.

Robbie sighed. He should've expected this. No one was willing to cooperate with him while he was filming for some reason. They claimed it was too "annoying" and "an invasion of privacy."

He grabbed his tray and began to make his way over to his usual table, where the tech geeks sat. As he walked below The Ramp, he smelled something that he wasn't used to smelling while he was at lunch. Is that… vanilla?

Suddenly, Cat sprayed him in the eyes with her strong perfume. Startled and in pain, he accidentally flipped his tray over, sending his pasta flying over the three most poular- and incredibly bitchy- girls in school. Oh, crap. He winced as he saw the majority of his lunch plastered on Cat's chest. "You…you GEEK! This is designer!"

Uh, drama queen much? Grow up, it's just food. He rolled his eyes. "No, it's just tuna noodle casserole."

"You are so ga-ross!"

He couldn't believe the spectacle that was standing in front of him. Could she really be that stuck-up and ditzy? "Uh, gross is just one syllable," he said.

She shrieked again and unknowingly flung even more pasta onto Tori and Trina, who looked equally as horrified as Cat did. Robbie stifled a laugh. "That's classic."

"Just look at this guy, everyone! He dumped his lunch on me on purpose!"

"But I didn't-"

"I can't believe that popular people like me are forced to share the same air as nerds like you!" she wailed.

Ouch. That hurt. He opened his mouth to protest, but then decided against it. Calling her names and insulting her would be social suicide. He was already unpopular enough; why make it worse? "I prefer the term tech geek, thank you very much."

"Oh!" Cat flailed her arms in the air and hurried up the stairs leading to The Ramp as her girls shot scowls at Robbie. He stared at them, appalled at their diva-like behavior, and then laughed. "I must practice that," he said under his breath.

He heard his friends arguing over their latest movie debate as he approached his table. "Casablanca. Curtiz is the director and it also stars Ingrid Bergman, Peter Lorre, and Claude Rains," Sinjin van Cleef said to a girl with short black hair.

"As Bogart's best film, I fully disagree. The African Queen with Katherine Hepburn, directed by John Houston- I mean it's miraculous; I mean it's beautiful…" Ponnie ranted on until Robbie plopped down next to her. "Oh hi Robbie!" she exclaimed, a love- struck smile appearing on her face. Burf didn't even notice that Robbie had sat down with them; he was too busy working on his science project.

"Oh look, the Tech Club president finally decided to show up," Sinjin said sarcastically.

"Sorry guys, I got stuck on the diva freeway." Robbie stuck his thumb out behind him, indicating where he was just minutes ago.

"Where's your lunch?" Burf asked, still working on making a new-and-improved video camera.

"Cat Valentine is wearing it."

Sinjin and Burf stared at him in disbelief, and Ponnie squinted her eyes seductively at him. "My food has gone where no mere mortal has gone before: The Ramp."

The tech club followed his gaze to where Cat was sitting and looked up towards the sky. She was wiping the remains of Robbie's tuna noodle casserole off of her face while Beck was cleaning pasta off of her skirt. He probably wants a lot more than to touch her skirt, Robbie scoffed mentally. Look at the lust evident on his face. Ick.

Cat eventually noticed them staring at her and flipped them off, then went back to fixing her makeup.

Sinjin brought a camera up to his eye. "Yeah, you definitely need a passport to go in there."

"Passport? Hell, you need a robot army." Burf chewed on the tip of his screwdriver. "With killer dragon slaying skills."

Robbie faced them and saw Sinjin recording. "Okay guys, seriously," he said, taking Sinjin's camera away from him and putting it down on the table, "it's a whole other alien world up there! A mystery species! We'll never fully understand the populars, the way their strange vortex works-"

A flurry of sparks erupted from Burf's concoction, making everyone gasp and jump. "Geez Burf, what are you inventing now?" Robbie sighed.

"You don't need to know!" Burf snapped defensively.

"Damn, chill out, dude. Take a breather." He was about to say something else when a thing of beauty met his eyes and made his brain turn to mush. Ah, Gabriella. Her flowing brown hair and tan skin seemed to glisten as she walked past him. "Hey Gabby!" he called out to her quietly, hoping that she would hear him.

She looked back and shot him a small smile, making butterflies appear in his chest. "That's a cool guitar case," he stuttered, but she didn't seem to hear him. He watched her set down her guitar case on the table and didn't stop drooling over her until his friends raised their eyebrows in incredulity.

"Not gonna happen, my friend." Sinjin shook his head.

"Thanks for the support, pal!"

"How can I put this to you, Robbie…" Burf said, waving his screwdriver at him. "You've been crushing on Gabriella since fourth grade and now we're juniors." He jumped as Sinjin knocked the screwdriver out of his hand in irritation. "That's approximately 2,286 days, minus weekends and school breaks, that you could've asked her out and haven't."

Robbie took out a sheet of paper from his backpack, and Ponnie saw her chance. "I'd go out with you." She smiled a little too big for his liking, making him kind of uncomfortable.

"Guys, I don't have time for dating. The Full Moon Film Festival is only six weeks away!"

"And he's our school's best shot at total domination. You better win, dude," Sinjin said to him.

"No, I gotta win, okay? First prize is a trip to a Hollywood film camp in Los Angeles!" While he was explaining his situation, Ponnie made a square with her fingers, making his face the only thing she was focusing on. "I gotta make this groundbreaking documentary that truly changes the bar! You know, a film that establishes me as…cinematic genius."

He stopped and turned his head to see Ponnie mouthing "I love you" through her digital camera. Her lips pursed and she winked at him. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he averted his eyes down at the table. "So what's the documentary about?" Sinjin instigated.

"I have no idea."

Sinjin took a deep breath. "You have no idea…" he repeated. "That's fucking fantastic, Shapiro."

Burf picked his nails noiselessly while Ponnie played with the tips of her hair. "So…" Burf said, changing the subject. "Wanna go out with me?" he asked Ponnie hopefully.

She rolled her eyes and was just about to respond when another round of sparks, this time stronger and brighter, exploded from Burf's camera. Startled, everyone cried out and ducked under the table, and Ponnie hit the camera with a rag (who knows where she got it from?) until the mini fire went out.

They raised their heads slowly, safeguarding themselves for another explosion, and Ponnie answered Burf's question as if the answer was obvious; "No."

So that was my best shot at recreating the first scene of the movie. Hope y'all enjoyed it! :D Pleaseeee review! XOXOXO