Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious nor any of the songs I use in this Fic. I do however wish that I owned Elizabeth Gilles (Jade), that is one hot girl.


Tori's POV

"Trina! Hurry up in there, I'm gonna be late for my first day at Hollywood Arts!"

I yelled as I banged on the door, waiting for my annoying sister to get out of the bathroom. When I went to go knock one more time the door swung swiftly open revealing a glaring Trina.

"Maybe you should just get up earlier Tori."
"I will not get up two hours early for school just because you must take an hour to get ready in the bathroom EVERY day. You still come out looking the same as you went in."

Her lip twitched in contempt, then switched to a smirk.

"What? Beautiful?"
"No. Ugly. As. Fuck."

I laughed and closed the door behind me as she went to punch me, hitting the door instead.

"Ouch! Fuck!"

I smiled imagining her cradling her hand. Good thing i had my own car or else she would have made me walk the 3 miles to school. I quickly got in and out of the shower washing my hair quickly then straightening and curling it. I decided to dress more, risque, than I usually do so I put on a short white cocktail dress, red fuck me heels, big diamond earrings, and a red heart on a white gold chain. When I was all the way ready, I grabbed my keys and left the house, before Trina of course. I got to school a bit early, so I grabbed my ipod, put in my headphones, and switched on my favorite song as i locked my car and started walking across the parking lot. I started mouthing the words while walking.

Pop Pop
Mmm Pop Pop (Pop Pop)
I hate to say it but they play this damn song in every club,

But it's me so I'll show love,
But it's me so show me love
And when i walk into the room people stop and stare,
It's like nobody else is there.
You know it's me not you,
Who said anything about you?

Boys and girls pretend to know me, they try so hard
And I get what I want my name is my credit card
Don't try to hate me because I am so popular
Pop Pop Pop-U-Lar
Pop Pop Pop-U-Lar

Most guys I dated got intimidated so now I date up
If you know what I mean so they shut up
If you know what I mean so just shut up
Cause I don't wanna give halfway on the day
We don't make out
If you know what I mean when we make up
If you know what I mean when we break up

Boys and girls pretend to know me, they try so hard
And I get what I want my name is my credit card
Don't try to hate me because I am so popular
Pop Pop Pop-U-Lar

You always want to be around me
So you know what it's like
When the world is at your feet
And your V.I.P tonight
You've either got it or you don't
And I'm sorry you won't
Get there by using me
Just go and do you're own thing (thing, thing, thing)
Mmm Pop
Pop Pop
Pop Pop Pop-U-Lar

As I listened to the final chorus of the song I looked around to see people staring at me. I took an ear bud out, then I heard it, someone clapping before everyone interrupted into applause and cheers. After saying thanks I walked away with a blush when a somewhat cute black guy approached me.

"Hey that was good."
"Thanks. "
"I'm Andre. What's your name?"
"Victoria. But call me Tori."
"Sure Tori. So who was that song by anyways?"
"Uh...The Veronicas. I honestly didn't know that I was singing out loud."
"Well it's a good thing your good then."

He laughed and I chuckled a little. Me and Andre got to talking when all of a sudden a pretty girl with red velvet cupcake colored hair ran up and started talking to both of us. She introduced herself as Cat, yes Cat, and we all stood there talking and laughing, that is until a girl dressed in all black with a beautiful pale complexion, and raven black hair with pink, blonde, and green highlights walked through the parking lot towards us singing. Well, I might add, and the song fit her. Basically it was like this:

I pick all my skirts to be a little to sexy
Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy,
Can't change who I am
Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy me.

I'm the kinda girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy are afraid you'll turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable
But that's only for the boys who don't have the right approach or ride that makes a girl like me want to hop in and roll.
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality
I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent.

My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say
I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class about an hour late
And when it comes to the guys I'd lay
I'd always pick the one's who won't figure out,
That I'm clearly rebel to the idea of monogamy.

I pick all my skirts to be sexy
Just like all my thoughts a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls (Bitchy)
Can't change
I am
Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me.

Just as the song finished she stopped directly in front of me leaning towards me. She tensed her jaw and lifted her chin up.

"And you are...?"
"Tori. You?"
"Jade. What's it matter to you?"
"You asked my name, so I asked your's. Problem?"

Andre and Cat took a step back. Jade and I glared at each other before she smirked.

"I like you. You've got guts."

I smirked back.

"The song you were singing was right you know."

She looked at me in confusion. Just then the bell rang and I turned away walking towards my 1st period, then I turned my head to look over my shoulder.

"You are sexy. But I think you'll just have to prove to me just how Naughty and Bitchy you can be."

Then I left her with a bewildered expression on her face. We had 3rd period drama class together which I found out when she grabbed my butt at the door and said,

"Challenge Accepted."


I decided to make this a 2 chapter songfic but the songs are only gonna be in the first chapter. I'll post the next chapter either tomorrow or the day after. Happy Mardi Gras! :D