Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious. What a shame.
Cat was fourteen when she got accepted into Hollywood Arts. She had been on her way to orientation at the local 'regular' high school when she noticed a colorful advertisement for auditions to a performing arts school. She decided auditioning sounded more entertaining than orientation and found her way to the imaginative school and into the auditorium. She skipped on stage and half an hour later, she was a new student at Hollywood Arts. Her parents had been all too willing to sign the papers; they hoped she would burn all her energy performing at school and be quieter at home.
One morning, about three or four weeks into classes, Cat was chatting animatedly to Andre and Robbie when she noticed a peculiar looking girl standing in the foyer. She was exceptionally pale, as accented by her deep black clothing, with metal shining in her nose and glinting off her scowling eyebrow as she scrutinized a yellow piece of paper. As Cat watched, the girl turned toward a bank of lockers and located one of the plain doors. Cat turned back to the conversation while the girl spun the dial.
When the unusual bell rang through the school a couple minutes later, the three friends parted ways with quick goodbyes, the boys going right past the vending machines and Cat bouncing toward the stairs. Before she reached the steps, Cat heard a loud bang followed by an aggravated grunt. She veered off her path toward the disturbance and saw the murky girl from earlier. The girl was in front of the same locker, still closed, and was rearing back to strike the door again. Cat bounced to her side as the girl crashed her knuckles to the metal a second time.
"Why are you hurting your locker?" Cat asked candidly, with eyes wide and innocent. The violent girl's gaze was still latched on the offending cabinet as she spat venomously, "It won't fucking open! That's why!" Cat cringed back at the harsh words and spun away tearfully with a hurt "You're so mean!" flung over her shoulder as a third resounding crash echoed after her.
By the time Cat skipped into her third period class she had already forgotten the tone of the morning's exchange, so when she spotted the new girl sitting in back of the room she didn't hesitate in zipping to her side. Cat cheerfully poked the girl's combat boots off the neighboring chair and sat down, asking happily, "HI! Is black your favorite color?"
The girl stared at her incredulously without replying, but Cat just began talking about the best attributes of each color and why they would make a great potential favorite. As the teacher strode into the room, Cat interrupted her own rambling about aqua blue to ask the girl for her name. She answered, "Jade West. Who the hell are you?" Frowning, Cat affirmed her identity before stating, "I don't like dirty words."
Jade just tilted her head and gazed at Cat curiously before stating, "Okay." Cat didn't have a chance to reply because the teacher, Mr. Florentine, called the class to order.
A/N: This is just a quick establishment of the nature of Cat and Jade, and to get their meeting out of the way. The following chapters may or may not be from Jade's POV because I like writing in POV format…and Cat's brain gives me a headache ;).