Beck and Jade meeting

CHAPTER 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.

When Beck got home that day, he walked into his living room . "Hey honey. How was school?" His mother asked. "It was pretty good." Beck replied, smiling. "Did you make any new friends?" His dad asked. "Yeah, everyone was pretty nice." Beck started thinking of Jade again. Well actually, he hadn't stopped. Let's just say that she was back to his full attention. "Well that's good, honey." His mother said. "Uh-huh." Beck agreed. "Beck, remember to do your chores." His dad told him. "Yeah, got it." He said. He grabbed a cookie from the bowl on the table and started to walk up to his room, but his mom stopped him. "Not until you've finished your diner." She said. "Fine" He said, putting the cookie back and going up to his room. He loved his parents. And they loved him back, but sometimes their rules were a bit much. Maybe I should move out. He thought. Yeah, sure. He lied down on his bed and turned on his TV, thinking about Jade some more.

Jade walked into her house after school. She wore her usual scowl and today it was sort of deeper because she couldn't get Beck off her mind and she didn't have enough money to buy that black and purple shirt she saw at the mall. Her mind was tossing around thoughts like "Maybe not getting Beck off her mind was not that much of a bad thing." Whatever, she thought. "Hey Dad, remember that play I auditioned for last week? I got the part!" She said to her dad, who was sitting on the couch. "Jade, you know performing has no redeeming qualities." He told her. "Yeah it does." She said trying to maybe get him to like performing a little.

She was dead set on believing that he hated her. He thinks that wanting to be an actor or director or anything like that is just stupid and you shouldn't waste your time. But Jade knew that it had meaning and was very fun. "Lots of successful people wouldn't have been so successful if they didn't have performing." She said. He sighed. "There's no sense in getting on a stage and pretending to be something that you're not for a bunch of people who don't even care to know your real name." She frowned and walked up her stairs, meeting her mom in the hallway. "Hi hon. how was school?" Her mother asked her. "Fine," she answered. "Well that's good." She said. "What do you want for dinner?" She asked. "Um, I don't know. Surprise me." She cracked a smile. "Okay," her mom smiled back and continued down the hallway. Jade walked into her bedroom. She turned on her iPod and grabbed a pair of scissors off her dresser. As she sat down on her bed, tons of thoughts were swarming in her head. But the main thing that she was thinking about was Beck. He had such a nice name, not to mention a gorgeous face and insane hair. She continued to think about Beck and this time she didn't stop herself. Maybe now she wanted to think about Beck.

Later that week at school, Jade bumped into Beck - quite literally – again. This time, he dropped his books and papers all over the floor. Thank goodness I wasn't holding a cappuccino this time, Jade thought. "Sorry," Beck said even though it wasn't his fault. Jade sighed. "It's fine," She said, helping him with his books. "Thanks," he said when she handed him a book. "Whatever," she said simply, turning to leave. "wait," he grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to spin around and face him again. She looked down at his hand which was wrapped tightly around her wrist. "sorry," he said, letting go. "What do you want?" she asked him. "Oh, um, I was just going to ask you if you would like to hang out with us today. At lunch I mean." He finished. "us?" she asked. "yeah," he replied. "Me, Andre, Robbie and Cat." She raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I guess." She answered blankly. "Great. So I'll see you there." He said. "Yeah, see you," she replied, walking to her next class.

Jade's POV

On my way to my next class, I glanced down at my wrist that Beck had grabbed, which was tingling for some strange reason. I sighed, thinking about the way I had melted when he gazed into my eyes. Ugh, Jade stop with the sappiness. I reprimanded myself. Once inside the classroom, I sat down and started thinking about Beck again. Of course I'd be thinking about Beck. It seems that's all I ever think about these days. Beck, Beck, Beck. But at least it's Beck and not some other dude. Beck is different somehow. He's handsome and has a great personality. But that's not all. I feel like I can be more of myself around him. The real Jade. Not the Jade that I make myself seem to be. Dark and closed off. It's not that I want to be closed off from the world. It's just that I kind of learned at an early age that you can't really trust anyone. And that everyone you see is just going to dump you eventually. Not that that's true. But that's the way I see everything. Because that's the way it has always been for me. But when I'm around Beck it's like all the memories of people who have treated me bad and left me behind disappear.

Third person POV

At 12:05, Cat, Andre, and Robbie were sitting at a table eating lunch when Beck and Jade walked up and sat down next to each other. "Hey, Beck!" Cat exclaimed. "Hey," Beck said back. They gave Jade a strange look, then looked at Beck with the same expression. "Oh, I invited Jade to sit with us today." Beck told the group. They still seemed shocked a little but quickly hid it. "That's cool," Andre said. "Yeah," Cat commented. The rest of lunch passed by quickly, and before they knew it, the bell rang. They stood up and went off to their next period classes.

Beck caught up to Jade in the hallway, and walked to history class together. When they got to their classroom, they took their usual seats next to each other. Jade felt that it was very boring, and that it drug on and on. Beck on the other hand kind of liked learning about history. When class was over, Jade got up and walked quickly out of the classroom. Beck found her by her locker with her back to him. He poked her once on her shoulder, and she turned around to face him.

"What?"

"Do you like picnics?"

"maybe,"

"Do you want to have a picnic this weekend?"

"With you?"

"Yes,"

She looked him in the eyes. "So you're asking me out?" She asked. "Yes." He said. She didn't say anything, just stood there and continued to look at him. "What's you're answer?" He asked after a few more seconds. "Yes," she said simply. He smiled. "Seven O'clock sound good?" He asked her. "Sure whatever," she replied.

Beck went home feeling good that day.

Jade went home feeling equally good that day.

A/N: So, what did you think? Was it good, bad, ugly? Please review!