Disclaimer I do not own Victorious or Degrassi

AN- I'm using my favorite characters from both shows and putting them together. Please don't' judge me badly, this is my first cross over.

Chapter 1- Nice Meeting You

The hotel lobby was empty, with the fire place warming up the place and the soft music of the radio playing on top of the fire place shelf. The three black couches facing the fire place with the coffee table in front of the couches. It formed a nice opened square. The front desk, with the golden bell and the computer, was behind the couches facing the front door. And standing by the front was a tall young man in a red uniform with golden buttons running down the shirt and the side of the pants. The young man sighed softly. Then he heard a ding of the elevator, he looked over his shoulders. A pretty young girl about 16-17 years old came out of the elevator. She wore a mini red dress with knee high boots. The doorman turned to her and walked to the front desk, where the girl stood.

"How can I help you?" He asked. The girl looked at him with her brown eyes. He's so hot she thought.

"Um, I was wondering if I could get another key to my room. I locked my self out." She admitted. He smiled at her, and that smile seemed to melt her.

"Sure I just need you're room information." He said turning to the computer.

"Name please?" He commanded.

"Fiona Coyne." The girl responded.

"Pretty name, what's you're number?"

"Thanks, its 240-555-0000" Fiona spoke. He typed in the number and her name.

"Room 118, I believe." The doorman said. She nodded as he handed her the key. She felt her heart race as there hands touched.

"SO um, you know my name and number yet I know nothing of you. What's your name?" Fiona asked curiously.

"Beck, Beck Oliver." He said smiling at her. She smiled back.

"Nice to meet you Beck." Fiona extended her arm to shake his hand. They shook hands while Fiona prayed that their hands never break apart. But it did.

Beck spoke again, "So how long are you staying here?"

"I'm actually staying here to live well not here in the hotel but in this city I mean.. My brother and I are staying here until our loft is ready to receive us. My parents transferred us to a school named Hollywood Arts."

"Really? That's so cool, I happen to go to that school." Beck said happily. Fiona grew a smile on her face.

"Well then I guess I will see you around a lot. Maybe you can show my brother and me around. Or just give me a private tour?" Fiona flirted. Beck laughed a bit.

"Yeah sure, so um, what school did you come from?"

"Degrassi, it's in Canada. I loved that school! But my mother and father said we were talented enough to get in to Hollywood Arts. I got in through my artistic talents and acting. My brother, Declan, he got in for acting and directing." Fiona explained.

"But I don't mind transferring, as long as you are here, I guess it would be fun." Fiona stated. Beck smirked at her. He shook his head as he laughed. This girl is very interesting he thought.

"So when are you starting school?"

"Tomorrow." She said.

He was about to reply but just then, the front door opened. And in came a goth yet very hot girl with blue strikes in her hair.

"Hey babe, you ready?" The goth spoke. Beck grinned at her and walked over to the girl. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Fiona stared with her eyes widen. She huffed in jealousy.

"Not yet, I have to wait until my uncle gets back so he can take over the shift." Beck said. Jade nodded and he lead her to the front desk holding her hand. She looked at Fiona. Instantly Jade felt that Fiona like her boyfriend.

"Fiona, this is Jade."

"His girlfriend." Jade cut in. Beck sighed helplessly.

"Yes, my girlfriend. Jade this is Fiona. We just met." Beck explained. Jade glared at Fiona.

"Well it was nice to meet you Beck…Jade...anyways; I can't wait to see you at school for my tour." Fiona winked at Beck before going to the elevator. The elevator opened and she stepped in. She smiled at Beck but glared at Jade. When the door closed Jade hit beck in the arm.

"OW! What was that for?"

"I can't wait to see you at school for my tour." Jade mimicked. Beck rolled his eyes.

"Is that skank coming to MY school?" Jade hissed.

"She's new and she wanted me to give her a tour. Is that so bad?"

"Yes! Beck, you will not give her a tour." Jade shot. He shook his eyes.

"Look, if you want, you can come with me." Beck reassured her. Jade huffed in anger.

"Fine…" She mumbled. Beck smirked and kissed her on the cheek. He tugged on her shirt but she turned away still angry.

"Come on, babe." He whined. Jade sighed and smirked. She turned to face him and kissed him on the mouth.

"Let's go home, my uncle's here." Beck referred to his uncle that walked through the door. She nodded and they left hand in hand.

Up in Fiona's room, she was angry.

"How can he not tell me he had a girlfriend?" She exclaimed as she sat on her queen sized bed. The face faced the flat screen TV that hung over the fire place. The couch was a yard away from the foot of her bed, right in front of the fire place, next to the balcony. A knock came to her door.

"It's opened." She said. The door opened and in came her brother. She looked down sadly.

"Hey Declan…" He voice faded. He frowned at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked. She sighed deeply.

"I met this guy down at the lobby, Beck, and he flirted with me but he has a girlfriend! A goth girlfriend! Can you believe it?"

"Fiona, come on. This guy is probably a player if he flirts with you, knowing he has a girlfriend." Declan comforted her.

"He's just…so amazing. And he's going to our school, Hollywood Arts."

"Please don't remind me of that awful school. I can't see why we can't stay at Degrassi." Declan complained.

"You just want to stay for Holly J." Fiona said as stood up and walked to the balcony. Declan followed her out.

"Enjoy this while you can, sis." He told her.

"I will." Fiona said. They stared into the horizon. The night sky and the full moon reflected on the beach. 'I will not give up Beck just that fast. I like him and I'm not stopping till he's mine.' Fiona thought.