(A/N: Hi! This is mainly because one, I can never seem to find good Beck jealous stories so I decided to make one myself. And I'm also practicing on my characterization; I've been trying to make it as close to their actual personalities as I could get to! So, enjoy the story ^^ Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, if I did, Tori would NOT be the center of attention. She's okay at times, but seriously she's the reason the show isn't fantastic. My opinion, sorry if you disagree.)
Another Coffee Morning Moment
Chapter One
Jade's POV
Today started off like any other morning, I walked to school in the blazing sunlight and the first thing I do is knock a ninth grader to the ground. The punk was in my way, and today was not the day to upset me. But then again, every day was a bad day to mess with me. Like always, my mother tried to talk me into taking out my earrings and wearing a cute fluffy pink sundress. And then there was the sun. Why does it have to be sunny? ALL the time? Why can't it just rain? I hate Mondays.
But my attitude changed slightly at what was waiting for me at my scissors covered locker. The two things I love the most, Beck and hot steaming cup of coffee. I grinned for the first time that day (and possibly that week) and hurried to him, feeling sort of girly but I couldn't help it. Stuffing my books into my locker, I spin around and grab the coffee from his hand as he just smiles, watching me gulp down the coffee like a sick person with medicine.
"Morning." He greeted once I finally moved the cup away from my lips. I just nodded, but as a side thought I said a quiet thank you. I didn't do it often, but GOD these are the days where I love Beck the most, when he has my coffee. But, like everything, the good mood didn't last. The so called "group" was walking towards us, and after spotting us Cat came running with the hyperactive speed she most likely got from all the cupcakes she eats.
"Jade Jade Jade Jade are you going to audition for the new play?" she asked, not even half way to us yet. My half smile I had on my face earlier was wiped clean. Tori Vega came over next to Cat, the boys behind her. I don't know why they all decided to bombard me at my locker. Can I just have a moment with my boyfriend and my coffee without interruption? If it was just Cat I would be fine. I would never admit it, but Cat is the closest thing I had to a sisterly friend. Even though she is annoying as screaming babies, she was still always there for me when I needed her.
"What play are they doing?" Beck spoke up, casually moving his arm around my shoulders. Cat was squeaking with excitement.
"Romeo and Juliet!" I rolled my eyes. Ugh. I hate romances. Almost as if he could read my mind, Beck gave my shoulders a light squeeze.
"Sounds like fun, I think we both should audition for it." Well, if Beck was going to be in it, I couldn't let some girl be Juliet and kissing all over my boyfriend.
"Well…" I started, sighing slightly in defeat. I couldn't make it seem like he won though, so I turned to Tori. "Hey Vega, are you auditioning?"
"Of course! I love Romeo and Juliet!" she squealed.
"Then I'm in." I announced calmly, turning back to Beck. His eyebrow lifted slightly but he didn't say anything on my decision.
"Yay!" Cat jumped up and down with happiness, and before we could stop her she ran in between Beck and I, grabbing my arm and the arm Beck had around my shoulders and began dragging us to the Black Box Theatre.
The script was based off of the original copy right of William Shakespeare, which made it just a little challenging with all the weird "thous" and "thees". A lot more people had signed up for this than I expected, and I only halfheartedly wanted the role. But I had to make SURE Tori didn't get it. She can't have anything she wanted.
"Wassup man! Jade." Andre greeted, wearing a costume that made him look like a circus clown, Robbie close behind him.
"Yo." Beck nodded to him.
"Go away." This earned me a glare from Beck. Andre shook it off though. I didn't have anything against Andre, not even Robbie with the occasional destruction of his puppet, but I'm just not a nice person. I take pride in that.
"So anyway, you trying out for Romeo?"
"Yeah…are you?" Andre shook his head.
"Nah, me and Robbie decided since you're probably gonna be Romeo, we didn't stand a chance! So we decided to be the next best thing, Mercutio and Benvolio." Andre explained, Robbie nodding to confirm their story.
"Great, another reason to hate Romeo; he used to be one of the oldest 'Three Musketeers'." I blurted out, rolling my eyes. I've hated Romeo since the day we read the actual book of Shakespeare. Why? Romeo is nothing but a cry baby who spent so much time in self-pity that he didn't even think about his dead friend. From the corner of my eye, I saw Beck look up at the ceiling then turn to me, sliding his hand down my arm soothingly.
"Can you at least TRY to be in a good mood today?" he asked, his calm voice making my spine tingle. I didn't answer him; instead I pretended to busy myself with my lines. I heard Andre wish us both good luck before leaving with Rob to go practice. Beck and I stood in silence for a while, looking over our lines before we were called to the stage. Sikowitz sat in the front row with a clipboard, finishing his writing on the previous act. When he was done he set the clipboard on his knee and clapped his hands once.
"Alright! Jade, you are Juliet, longing for your true love and talking to yourself on your balcony like a mad person. Beck! You will be playing as Romeo, who hides in the bushes and stalks your soon-to-be-girlfriend then JUMPS out and nearly give her a heart attack! BEGIN!"
Silently agreeing with him and inwardly laughing at the bluntness of the situation, I stand a little bit away from Beck, acting as if I was standing on a balcony.
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love! And I'll no longer be a Capulet." I feign dramatic self-pity, waving my arms around to emphasize my words. Beck turns to the audience (which was only a few people waiting for their friends to perform and Sikowitz) and speaks without his cool low voice, now taking on a jippy young boyish one.
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" he asked. I still think it's stupid they left that in. It's not like it adds any sort of drama or excitement to it. If anything an act is supposed to be oblivious to a crowd, or else it doesn't seem realistic. But I digress.
"'Tis but thy name and that is my enemy. Thou are thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? Is it nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name belonging to a man. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself." I hugged myself to exaggerate, and I could have sworn I saw Beck's acting mask (it's what you call it when someone is acting) slip a bit and smile for a brief second. Then he dramatically jumps forward, as if out of the bushes, and throws his arms out wildly.
"I TAKE thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo." I act surprised, and confused. In the scene it's supposed to be night, so I'm not supposed to know who he is yet.
"What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?" I order, and mentally kicking Juliet. Well if you didn't want anyone to listen, why on Earth did you just scream to the world that you loved your enemy? Beck spoke next, but slower, as if contemplating his words.
"By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word."
"My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?"
"Neither, fair mind, if either thee dislike." Fair mind? What kind of compliment was that to a girl? Instead of hot, or pretty, he calls her mind "fair"? Romeo was more of a sap than I thought.
"Brilliant! You both performed wonderfully! Now, move along and the results will be posted in the usual spot by the end of the day." Sikowitz announced, and Beck and I nodded before leaving the stage hand in hand so we could make it to our first class.
