Hello everyone! While this is far from my first fanfic, it is the first one I've written in a while. I'm a little out of practice, but the inspiration for this particular story struck me late last night, and it was just the excuse I needed to get back into the fic writing game, so I just went for it. Special thanks to my wonderful friend Amanda (kicksenselessmydefenses) for proofreading this first chapter. Let me know what you think, constructive criticism is welcome.

-Phoebe

P.S. I don't own Victorious

"Treeeeen-aaaa!" Tori yelled, banging on the bathroom door, "Would you get out here already? You're going to make me late on the first day of school!"

"I'm coming, jeez, don't get all wazzed off!" Trina responded, flinging the door open and rolling her eyes. "You know, hair like this doesn't just happen, y'know? Not even when you're as naturally gorgeous as me!" She tapped Tori on the nose once before flouncing down the stairs. How she didn't fall flat on her face in those six-inch Fazzini boots was beyond Tori.

"You're not even going anywhere, you're just driving me to school." Tori groaned with exasperation as she followed Trina out the door. "Why the hell do you need to be all pretty and made-up for that?"

Trina smirked as she opened the door to the driver's side and got in the car. "You never know when you're going to run into an up-and-coming movie producer who decides you'd be just perfect for the lead in his next film. Of course," she leaned over and nudged Tori, "if you have a problem with it, you could always just get your driver's license like a normal teenage girl."

"Just shut up and drive the car, Treen."

"Hey, I'm just saying!"

Tori huffed as Trina started the car and sped out of the driveway.

They finally arrived at Sherwood High School with a miraculous zero casualties (not to say Trina hadn't almost hit a few pedestrians while she was trying to put on mascara and drive simultaneously). Tori grabbed her bag and got out of the car as Trina drove away, and began looking around for her friends to see if any of them were here yet.

"Toriiii!" She spun around upon hearing her name, just as Cat Valentine threw her arms around Tori. "I missed you so much this summer! Eeee! We're seniors! Can you believe it?!"

Tori chuckled. "I know Cat, it's pretty unbelievable."

"Let's go get our schedules! I hope we have classes together! Last year I had barely any classes with all you guys." Cat continued chattering away as she dragged Tori by one hand to the front office. "Did you hear about Sikowitz? I can't believe he's not coming back! Who do you think we're gonna have as our new Drama teacher? I hope it's not Mr. Gradstein; he is so mean and he always looks at me funny! You don't think it'll be him, do you Tori? Maybe it'll be a brand new person! That would be so exciting, wouldn't it? Tori, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it would be." Tori shrugged as the office secretary handed them their schedules. "I guess you'll find out soon enough though; you have Drama first period, see?"

Cat looked down at her schedule. "You're right, I do! Oh, what period do you have it?"

Tori frowned at her own schedule. "Fifth."

"Phooey!"

"It's cool, maybe you'll have Beck or Robbie in your class," Tori suggested, trying to keep the mood light. She had no plans to deal with a pouty Cat this early in the morning. "Or Andre, if he's taking Drama this year, but I think he told me he wasn't."

"Yeah, I guess," said Cat, suddenly perky again. "I gotta get to class! See ya Tori!"

Tori headed off into the direction of her own first period (Pre-Calc with Mr. Dickers, ugh!) shaking her head at Cat. Someone, unlike Tori, had clearly had their morning coffee.

She walked into class and slid into a seat next to Andre just as the bell rang and Mr. Dickers started into his usual welcome-back-you-worthless-bags-of-wazz speech and began handing out syllabi. As soon as his back was turned, Tori leaned over to Andre. "Hey, are you taking Drama this year?"

"Nah, not again."

"Why not?"

"I told you already Tor, I didn't have room in my schedule. It was either Drama or Chorus, and you know I'm more of a music guy than I am a theatre guy."

"But Andre, it's our senior year and-"

"Hey, no talking, Vega!" Mr. Dickers snapped.

"Sorry." Tori said, sinking back into her chair.

"So what's the new Drama teacher like?" Tori asked as she, Cat, and Andre walked out of the chorus classroom. "I meant to ask you before class, but my third period is all the way across the school and my locker was all jammed so I had to run all the way here and I was all out of breath."

"She seems nice! I mean I guess she does. Well not really, but she's pretty! I don't know..." Cat trailed off. "Beck! Robbie! Hi!"

"Have you guys seen the new Drama teacher yet?" Beck asked, walking over.

"Not yet, I was just asking Cat about her. What did you think of her?"

"Okay, well she is seriously the hottest teacher I've ever seen." Beck said. "She is like, so unbelievably gorgeous. You remember that girl from Northridge who I dated last year who was a part-time model?"

"Cerise?"

"Yeah, well she's even hotter than her."

"Aw, does Becky have a crush on the teacher?" Tori teased.

"Shut up." He said, elbowing her in the side. "I simply can recognize a beautiful woman when I see one."

Andre smirked. "Damn, I'm starting to wish I had dropped Chorus and taken Drama. Is she seriously that smokin'?"

"She is, trust me."

"So, are we going off campus for lunch or are we staying here?" Robbie asked, changing the subject.

Beck groaned. "Getting off campus at the beginning of the year is always such a hassle. I'd rather wait until mid-semester when campus security just stops giving a fuck."

"Yeah, but the line in the cafeteria is always super long the first day too." Cat pouted. "Oh wait! I have candy in my bra!"

"Problem solved then." Andre chuckled. C'mon y'all, let's head to the courtyard before some group of freshmen get our usual spot."

"Those twizzlers totally tasted like boob sweat." Tori complained as she and Robbie walked into fifth period Drama. "I'm never eating Cat's bra candy again." She settled into a seat in the second row and quickly checked her phone as she waited for class to start. The new teacher, whoever she was, didn't appear to be here yet.

As the bell finally rang, Tori looked up to see a beautiful woman wearing black boots, a dark purple and black dress, and her dark brown hair in a low ponytail, enter the classroom.

"Afternoon everyone, I'm Miss West, welcome to Advanced Drama."