Shut Up and Dance

A/N: I'm not really sure what this is, it just came to me when I was listening to the song.

-Friday August 18 11:30 p.m.-

Beck Oliver was having a particularly boring Friday night, and he was in the mood for some…entertainment. Which brought him to the Cat Scratch night club. Ever he had broken up with his girlfriend, Jade; he had been looking for ways to distract himself. He was hoping that watching the dancers and maybe a lap dance or two would be enough for him to keep his mind off of Jade for one night. Little did he know that he would be getting very, very distracted tonight…by his ex.

-Beck's POV—

Friday night. I have absolutely nothing to do. Pre break-up I would've been hanging out with Jade, but obviously that doesn't happen anymore. I texted both Andre and Robbie to see if they wanted to do something tonight. Both had lame excuses about doing something with their grandmas. Whatever. I can find something to do on my own. Something that will keep my mind off of Jade. Ever since we broke up I haven't been able to stop thinking about her.

I kept thinking of things I could do that would keep my mind off of Jade. I then remembered some guys at school talking about this new night club that had really hot dancers. I think I'll head there, it sounds like a great way to get my mind off of Jade. Maybe, just maybe I could get a lap dance or two?

*Jade's POV*

Tonight is just like any other Friday night – I got home from school at 3 and now I'm getting ready to go to work. I work at this new night club, the Cat Scratch, as a dancer. I've always had a passion for dancing; I just never used to do it much when I was with Beck.

The dancing I do at the club isn't like any of the dancing kids do at Hollywood Arts. No, this is more shall we say…exotic. I'm not a stripper or anything. I just prefer to dance in micro mini clothes in front of an all male audience. I'm not a slut or whore either – it's just dancing.

I got to the Cat Scratch at 9 on the dot and it was already packed. There are so many sleazy guys in Hollywood. I mean don't they have anything better to then watch us girls dance? I guess I can't complain though, without them I wouldn't have a paycheck.

Guess I should go get ready to dance. The more I dance the more tips I make, and the more money I get. Tonight's outfit consist of black booty shorts (and I mean so short half of my ass is hanging out, it makes for even better tips) with torn fishnets underneath, a black lace push-up bra (that makes my boobs look even bigger) underneath a black mesh top, and black stilettos. My hair is curly like usual and has teal streaks in it. As for my makeup, I have nice smoky eyes and red lips.

Normally I just dance up on the main stage or sometimes help bartend, but tonight I found out I'm being put in the VIP lounge. Basically that's where all of the rich, married men hang out. It also means I get a hell of a lot more tips! The only thing I'm looking forward to about working in the VIP lounge is the fact that I have to give lap dances. Like I said, I'm not a whore or a slut, but I guess it's part of the job. It's going to be hard though since I keep thinking about Beck, and I do still love him. God, what would Beck think if he found out I work here?

A/N: So there was chapter one. Sorry its so short! Also, sorry Beck's POV is so short, I had a hard time writing in his POV. I promise it will get longer and more exciting. Review and let me know what you though