Author's Note: well, here is my second attempt at a fanfic! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The likelihood that I will ever own Victorious isn't even a likelihood. I wish...

I just wanted to leave. Just wanted to go to Hollywood Arts where my stupid parents couldn't make any more judgmental comments about my school, my passions, my boyfriend. Yeah, you would think they would like Beck. Who wouldn't like Beck? With his calm, laid back personality, and ability to calm me like no one else when I was in a rage, there was no identifiable reason why they shouldn't like him. And, of course, they didn't tell me the reason. Probably just because they despised all actors… Anyways, I was running to the door, three more steps, two, one…And.

"Jadelyn August West, please come over here right this instant."

Shit.

"Mom, I NEED to go. I have a project to work on for school."

"Don't sass me, young lady! Wait! What the hell are you wearing? You look like a fucking porn star! No daughter of mine will leave the house looking like a prostitute on Hollywood Boulevard."

In my opinion, my outfit wasn't even slutty. I was wearing a black tank top, black lace tights with a flower pattern, and a short, wraparound black skirt. And my infamous lace up black boots. Sure, it wasn't business suit like my dear mother always wore, but it wasn't that bad. At an art school, you could find much worse. And also, it's not like I'm a prostitute! I'm going to school, where my boyfriend (of almost three years) is. I'm sixteen!

"You will never approve of anything I do! LEAVE ME ALONE," I cried, stomping down to the door and slamming it as hard as I possibly could behind me.

So apparently just because I wear black makes me a "bad daughter." Just because I would rather perform than do math means I'm unaccomplished and stupid. That's what I have always been told. It's really a wonder I didn't get to this point before. Stupid parents and their stupid comments…

At that point, I was furious. It was not only that incident, but a culmination of everything in my life up to that point. The first day my mom saw Tori, and had asked me, "Why can't you be more like her?"

Ten minutes later, I stomped up the stairs to Hollywood Arts. I saw my lovely boyfriend waiting for me, leaning against my scissor-covered locker. Holding a large coffee. For one moment, I was caught staring at him. He was so unexplainably handsome, yum...

Then I remembered my plan and my anger towards my mom. I ran up to him.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said.

Awww, he was so cute. Whenever I couldn't sleep over at his house he would surprise me with coffee and a kiss in the morning. But back to me being ANGRY.

"Beck," I said firmly, "We aren't going to school today. I need you to take me somewhere."

"Eh, school can wait..." he murmured, and handed me my coffee.

One enjoyably painful hour later, it was done. To be honest, I was surprised he went along with it. He wasn't usually THAT much of a "bad kid."

"Hmmm, I wonder what my parents' reaction to all this will be..." I thought aloud to Beck.

"Well, considering the fact that she already said you looked like a porn star, I don't think your mom will entirely approve of her sixteen year old daughter getting a tattoo of a rebel star on her arm. From an illegal artist. But, who knows…maybe she likes rebel stars."

I smiled. No matter what stupid, permanent things I did to myself in my fits of rage, Beck would always be there supporting me and making me laugh. And I wasn't really worried about my parents. Not like I planned to go back there more than once a month... Nahh, I was staying with Beck. And I loved my tattoo.

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