A/N: Jade's point of view from my story 'We found love'! You don't have to read the other story to understand this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious

CHAPTER 1: Moving to hell

Great, my dad got a new fucking job and now I have to fucking move to fucking California. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, don't like my language? Good!

God, I miss New Jersey. At least I had a few friends there. Here, I doubt anyone will like me. Not that I really care. Stupid dumb ass people live in California. Although, the only good thing I can get out of it is singing and acting. I fucking love to sing and act, but I'd never tell anyone that. People would just use it against me.

Locker 208...Where the fuck is it? Man I hate this school already. What a great way to spend my 8th grade year. 8th grade is supposed to be the best year in middle school!

All the kids here look like stupid cunts. The girls are most likely all bitches and the guys are probably all dicks.

There's got to be at least one person here with some kind of sence in them! I looked around, but everyone looked like dumb asses. I watched everyone today. The way they acted proved my theory to be correct.

Girls kept coming up to me to try to say rude things, but I didn't understand them very well because they had someone's fist in their mouth. Oops, I guess it was my fist. My bad... See what I did there? It's called sarcasm.

My classes went by so slow! My entire day was in slow motion! My dad wouldn't fucking let me have my coffee this morning! You get a cranky Jade when she doesn't get her coffee! Why the fuck am I talking in third person now? Probably because I haven't had my coffee...

As I headed to class, a petite girl with red hair bumped my shoulder. I was about to turn around and tell her off, but for some reason I couldn't. She looked so... sweet.

What the fuck West? Get a hold of yourself! Wow, I must really be fucked up from not getting my coffee.

The classes started to go by a little faster and it was almost the end of the day. Only one more class. It was PE. Ugh, good thing I don't sweat.

I walked into the locker room and got handed a lock, a uniform, and a card with my locker information on it. I had a feeling this was going to suck.

As I was getting dressed, a flash of red hair flung around the corner of the locker room. Maybe it was the girl. What are the odds that there's another girl with the exact same hair color? I've been thinking about that girl all day! I knew this had something to do with me not drinking coffee this morning.

She doesn't even look like the type of girl I'd hang out with! She looks bubbly and girly. I hate girls like that! So why am I so attracted to her? I am bi, but still. The only person I've ever told that I'm bi is my old friend from New Jersey, Jenna.

I got a strange feeling when the red head ended up in my class. It was like I was happy. What the fuck? Okay, I really need to drink coffee EVERY morning.

Another feeling entered my body when I learned her name. Caterina Valentine. A little weird, but I like weird. It's...different.

A/N: I hope you like it! I'll keep going with it if you guys enjoy it! Review please :)