Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious

AN: This may have typos I haven't read through it properly and I don't have time to as of now. Today in the anniversary of the Titanic sinking and it took over a thousand people with it due to insufficient life boat numbers. Anyway hope this chapter is okay. The next one will be the big one. Hope you're happy with this Britt.

Chapter 2

Tonight she chose to sing more upbeat songs. Songs that had her swaying to the music. Once again she enjoyed the audience as they clapped after every song and some even asked for encores. It wasn't until she was singing her final songs did her eyes land on him.

He had tan skin and hair longer than the average first class man. He was handsome. More handsome than any guy she had seen around in all her life.

As blue eyes met brown she was shocked to see the depth in them. She was used to men looking at her. Most looked at her as if she was a piece of meat to be preyed on, most never looked her in the eyes. They stared at her legs or watch as her hips swayed with the music. The look this man was giving her was entirely different. He looked at her as though he saw everything that she was. Like he was trying to find a deeper meaning in her eyes. And although his intenseness frightened her she felt as if she couldn't look away. Because maybe if she stared into his eyes she could find answers too.

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He could see her sitting a few tables away. Her back was turn towards him so she couldn't see his stare. He fumbled around with his napkin for a while. He felt as if they had connected while she was up there singing. But would it be fair to pursue her? Especially knowing that he was already promised to another. But he could still be her friend. He certainly didn't want to be her friend. He wanted to be something more. He wanted to know if she was what he needed. But he knew reality and he knew how much he couldn't do more than be her friend.

Slowly but steadily, he rose from his table, and began the walk towards her. It felt as if he were walking miles instead of the few feet she actually was away from him. Once he directly behind her and loudly cleared his throat to catch her attention. And it worked. Her head swung around and her eyes met his. And then she smiled. Actually smiled. And he knew it right then. That he should turn around and leave. That he couldn't allow himself to be close to her. That he couldn't string them both along since he knew how this story would end.

But at the same time he couldn't because her smile did things to him. Her smile made him forget about common sense and so despite everything he should've done he opened his mouth to speak.

"Mind if I sit with you? I noticed you were sitting alone and so am I and I thought maybe you would prefer some company." She simply nodded and before he could even process what was happening his legs carried him to the other side of the table where an empty chair sat.

"I'm Beck Oliver." He said extending his hand across the table. She didn't offer her name and she didn't raise her hand to shake his. Instead she kept smiling before asking him the last thing he would expect.

"You want to take a walk around the deck? I heard it's beautiful."

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She wanted to make him work a bit before introducing herself. After finishing her songs she sat at a nearby table of his. She knew he was staring. She could feel it. But she wanted him to come to her. And he did.

His name was Beck. She liked it. She was expected to give him her name and shake his hand but she didn't. Jade knew from past experiences that men easily came to her, but few every stayed if they didn't receive what they seek from her. She wanted to make sure he wasn't the same.

"You want to take a walk around the deck? I heard it's beautiful." Without waiting for an answer she got up and walked towards the stairs. He had caught up with her by the time she climbed the first step. Ever the gentlemen he offered his arm, for her to hold on to. And she did. After walking through a few halls they were able to take a lift to the deck.

"The water is beautiful. I can't help but feel so small compared to the ocean." She stated as they leaned against a nearby rail. She looked up to find him looking at her. A small smile on his face.

"What?" She asked suddenly grinning herself, but he just shook his head.

From there they talked about their lives. He came from a long line of business men and he enjoyed the theatre in his spare time. She reluctantly told him about how she worked hard just to get by. That she only had a handful of possessions she could call her own. She felt as if they came from two different worlds.

"So why are you going to New York?" She told him about her dreams of making it big and surprisingly he encouraged her.

"With talents like yours I'm sure your name will be in lights in no time."

"Thank you." And at once her heart went out to him. He was the first person to truly believe in her. "Why are you heading to New York?" She asked in return.

For a moment he stiffened before saying he was just heading there for business. They continued to talk and once it was dinner time they both headed back to the dining hall.

"Will you be singing tonight?" He asked stopping right outside the door. She nodded. "Then dedicate one of your songs to me." He said with a conceited smile. But she knew she couldn't deny him.

"Yes."

And then he tucked a piece of her hair back before swooping down and placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Make sure it's a love song."

And then he was gone.