This chapter is short because I want to know what you guys think first. So please review!

Jade's POV:

I walked into the gift shop across the street from Hollywood Arts. Today was my first day both at school and at work, and well, school went just as planned; horribly, and I'm sure work will go the same way. I didn't want to work at this dumb place, but my dad would only pay for me to go to Hollywood arts, my dream school, if I got a job. And I did. I just have to manage to keep that. (Yeah. Wish me luck on that.)

As I began to restock on CD's after the manger told me to, someone walked up to me. "Hi," he said, running his fingers through his black, fluffy hair. "I'm-"

I cut him off. "Beck. I know. I can remember four hours ago."

"Right. We're in the same acting class."

I smiled sarcastically. "I know."

"It's Jade, right?"

"Call me whatever you like."

He had an amused look on his face. "So, you're already got a job after moving here only just now?"

"Well, how else am I going to be able to go to that school?"

"Huh?" He grabbed some of the CD's from the box, and started to help me stock.

"Nevermind."

"So, how was your first day?"

"Why do you want to know?" I barked.

"Whoa. Chill. I'm just making conversation," he said, half confused at my outburst, half amused.

We were silent for awhile, stocking CD's in the correct order. Finally, he managed to come up with something else to say. "So, do you dress like that every day, or is today just a dark day?" He acknowledged my clothing from my black hair, to my black t-shirt, to my black skinny jeans, to my black combat boots.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I spat with a smirk on my face. I saw a grin appear on his face from the corner of my eye. He was taller than me by about an inch or maybe two, but I could still get a glance at that grin. I turned away, suddenly hating myself for even talking to him in the first place.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine… I just… I have to go."

"Your shift just started."

"Cover for me?" He signed. I hated saying it, but I had to. "Please?"

"Alright. Just this one time."

I ran out the door like my hair was on fire.