I Hate You Beck Oliver

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious. Honest, I don't.

Cat'sPov

I sat in my car and bobbed my head along to the tune of 'Five Fingers To The Face' - the karaoke version - on my way to Hollywood Arts. Normally, I'd be singing along, but I was too worried for that. I was supposed to be working on a term project. We'd gotten two fucking weeks ago, and I had barely decided what it was going to be on yet.

And it was due in three days.

But was yet to start it. Why?

Because of Beck motherfucking Oliver.

I mean, seriously! When Sikowitz put us into a pair for this damned project fourteen days ago, I just knew this was gonna happen. Because of the simple fact that Beck Oliver thinks he's a bad-ass motherfucker who's too cool for school or some shit.

My hands tightened on the steering wheel.

Seriously. He thinks he's the shit, when, really, he's just a man-whore, douchebag, piece of shit. I don't like him very much, in case you hadn't noticed.

In fact, his exact words to me when we met, and I quote, where, 'Nice tits, Red'.

Fuck you, Oliver.

And his words when we got paired for this project? "Make it A-Worthy, okay?"

A-worthy my ass. Okay, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried. I needed good grades so I could do something with my life, like most other people on Earth. But not Beck. Nope. He was born with this gigantic fucking platinum spoon in his mouth, and all his cash comes from his rich parents. He can afford to fail this project. I can't.

I'm not jealous or anything. Seriously, I'm not. I he were less of an ass, I wouldn't even care. But he's not, so I do.

The engine spluttered as I parked my car in my favorite parking spot behind the school. I grabbed my Starbucks from the cup holder and waked into the building and towards my locker, still fuming. Unfortunately for me, Becks's locker is right beside mine. It's transparent because he 'has no secrets'.

Gah! Everything about him irritates me.

I strolled into class after I'd gotten my books, about three minutes late, but, luckily for me, there was a sub.

Class hadn't even started yet, so, I pulled a chair over to where Tori and Jade where sitting and they both smiled when they saw me.

They got paired together for the term project. Lucky ducks.

The three of us are best-friends, if you hadn't noticed. It's weird, because we're all so different. I'm the ditsy-cutesy one of the trio, who occasionally surprises everyone with my foul mouth. Tori's the girl next door, the pretty, reliable one. Jade's the sassy, independent one, who's never afraid to say what she feels and loudly.

"Hey," I greeted them, setting my books on the table and taking a sip from my Starbucks. "Hi." Tori greeted me. Jade was focused on her phone, texting whoever, but she gave me a quick smile. "Hows the, err, project going?" Jade asked with a smirk. I groaned. "Let's please not talk about it. Please." Tori snickered.

Just then, the door opened and hit the hall behind it with an obnoxious bang, and without looking, I just knew who it was.

"Valentine." He barked from across the room. I pretended not to hear him. "I love your nails," I told Tori, which wasn't a lie. We started talking about where she got them done, Jade looking like she was trying to hide a laugh. "I'm not fucking kidding, Valentine. Get your ass over here now." He ordered. I looked over to the sub, hoping he'd get in trouble for cussing, but she wasn't even there anymore.

"Do you hear something?" I asked both Tori and Jade, cocking my head to the side. The others in the room were watching now, looking amused. The were used to his antics, but still liked to witness.

Suddenly, he was behind me. I turned around slowly and then looked up to face him. His hair was a fucking mess, like always. He was wearing this stupid black t-shirt and equally stupid denim jeans. Excuse me for the overuse of the word 'stupid', but that's just what Beck is. Stupid.

"Oh, hi, Beck," I greeted, smiling at him. He did not look impressed. Like I cared.

"Did you not hear me calling you from halfway across the room?" I shrugged. "Maybe you should've been a little louder." He shook his head and looked like he wanted to kill somebody. Probably me.

"What-the-fuck-ever. Just get your ass up and go work on that project."

"Project?" I questioned him, putting on my 'confused' face. "Don't play dumb with me, Valentine."

"Who says I'm playing?" I shot back, gritting my teeth. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm usually a very nice person. I have friends, people who like me, a great social life. But Beck...Gah! He just seems to bring out all the bitch in me.

"Listen. You're going to so that project. You're go[ing to finish it by tomorrow. And you're going to put both of out names at the top."

I rose from my chair. Not a fucking chance. I wasn't anybody's bitch. "Or what?" He smiled. "Just hope you don't find out."

I sighed. "Listen, asshat. Either we're doing that project together, or not at all. I'm not afraid to fail if that's what it takes to get it into your head that you are not the best thing to ever walk on this earth. And I'm sure as hell not afraid to take you down with me." I noticed that the whole room had gone silent and were listening.

He groaned quietly. "I'll meet you at your house at four. You better fucking be there." Then he walked away. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding and sat down. The other classmates started chatting to each other again, and Jade gave me a reassuring pat on the back. "I keep telling you to let me beat him up." I laughed weakly. Me and Beck's little rows took a lot out of me since I was never an argumentative sort of person. But, like I said... Beck just makes me bitchy.

The sub walked back into the room then, and I sighed and tried to focus on the lesson.

Well... Victorious Fanfiction are a first for me. Like it says in the summary, this is an AU fic, which means this is a completely different Victorious from the Victorious on television.

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