This bounced around in my head for awhile, and I had a hard time getting the motivation to write it. But I finally did. It's my first Victorious story… hope you like. : )
In eighth grade, he asked her out after a semester of staring at her from across the algebra classroom.
In ninth grade, they both got into Hollywood Arts, and he was thrilled at the prospect of spending the next four years performing alongside her.
In tenth grade, another girl entered the picture, and Beck Oliver suddenly realized that his relationship with Jade West may not have been what he thought it was.
He thought she was beautiful, but her constant bored expression and thickly outlined eyes suddenly seemed to fade when he first glimpsed Tori Vega's long hair, her clear eyes, her easy smile.
He admired the way Jade ruled the stage whenever she stepped foot on it, but Tori seemed to overshadow even her when she opened her mouth and belted out a show-stopping song with all the energy and passion in the world.
He always laughed at the witty comments that Jade was so perfect at executing in a monotone, but Tori's use of facial expressions and changing tone of voice started earning his biggest laughs.
He liked Jade's kisses, even though they always left a little too much lipstick on his mouth, but the one he shared with Tori in Sikowitz's class, the soft, tender and slow one, definitely wasn't fading from his memory very quickly.
He thought he loved Jade. He really, truly did. Sure, she could be a handful… controlling, possessive, rude… but he figured that was just part of the package, and he'd have to deal with it no matter who he dated.
That was before Tori came along.
Watching her- and he did that a lot more than he'd care to admit- made him realize that there was something better than being bossed around by your girlfriend. He didn't have to be stuck in a relationship where it was ten percent him, ninety percent her. It could be something fun, something balanced, something loving on both sides.
For the first time, Beck Oliver was questioning whether what he had was actually all that good.