A/N: Okay, anyone who doesn't know what videos I am referring to in this story- they are on the slap dot com. Sorry, I just realized that fanfiction wasn't publishing it when I wrote the website down. The one I referred to last chapter was Strangers on a Bus, and in this chapter I am referring to Sinjin's profile video. And sorry about any typos (like what can I saw I am a review whore?) Obviously I didn't triple check my work. What can I say, I am trash. I don't have a beta, so hopefully there are too many mistakes in this story.

Enjoy?

Stage Fighting

Part One

I can't believe it. I can't fucking believe it! How the hell could Mr. Anderson and Andre give the lead of Moonlight Magic to Tori fucking Vega? This has got to be some kind of joke or something. I scan the rest of the cast list and see that I got the role of the peppy sidekick. What the fuck is going on? Did I somehow wake up in the damn Twilight Zone or something?

"Aw, Jade look, you get to be Brittany!" Cat says, smiling at me.

Ugh. Brittany. Even just hearing the sound of my character's name makes me want to vomit.

I am so glad that I went to look at the cast list that is posted outside of the blackbox theater during chemistry class. Cat and I are lab partners (so yeah, basically I do all the work, and babysit Cat to make sure she doesn't permanently disfigure us, or blow up the school or something.) I am so glad it is only Cat and I in the hallway right now. I sigh and look down at my combat boots. I can't let it show how upset I am that Vega got the part I wanted. I am Jade West. I don't do disappointment.

"Yay, I get to be Jenny!" Cat squealed, finding her name lower down the list and grabbing my arm jumping up and down in delight.

I force a smile as I shake her arm off of me. "Congrats." I am glad that she is happy, but I am getting so sick of seeing her cast as the little sister all the time. She is so much more talented than people give her credit for. Her voice is beyond amazing, and she can hit notes that I could only dream of reaching. But yet, she doesn't even get her own song in this show! Oh well, at least she doesn't seem to notice or care that she most definitely deserved to receive a bigger role. "Come on, we need to get back to class or else Mrs. Hampton will come searching for us," I say, turning around abruptly and walking down the hall and back to the science wing of the school, Cat trailing behind me.

I am busy writing my english essay that is due tomorrow on my personal pet peeves (holy shit- I could make a damn ten part saga of all the shit that annoys me.) I swear Mr. Dejong had me in mind when giving our class this assignment.

Hey, maybe that is a good idea! Make a series of videos for The Slap about all the things I hate. It will be WAY more interesting than most of the typical drivel that people put on their stupid page. And it would probably be quite therapeutic. Definitely more so than sitting in Lane's office for an hour listening to him talk about how I need to express my feelings more.

I am kind of bored of writing about guys picking their noses while driving (seriously- do the idiots think that no one can see them through the vehicle's windows and windshield? I mean, even if the windows and windshield are tinted-newsflash! We can still see you with your finger jammed up your nostril assholes! And besides- what the hell would happen if they got rear-ended? Their damn pointer finger will be lodged knuckle deep into their nasal cavity. Explain that to a sexy emergency room nurse douchebag!)

I log into my slap account and see that I am slapped in a video…...by Sinjin? What the hell? This creepy curly-haired freak has been trying to talk to me ever since I started at Hollywood Arts Middle School in the seventh grade. I realize that the weirdo is some kind of backstage, techy genius, which is cool I guess, but he kind of creeps me the fuck out. He seems to always be lurking in the corner of wherever I happen to be at school. It is one of the reasons that I found solitude in the janitor's closet of all places. It is small enough that I can always make sure I am alone in there. I mean, I'm not overly horrible to him or anything like that, but I definitely do not hide my dislike for him.

Why the fuck am I slapped in this embarrassment of a profile video? Oh wait…..and there it is. Ohhhh, do I hear that? Yeah I fucking hear that Sinjin, I think as I am typing a scathing response to his fucking creepy ass. Ugh, WHY must I deal with idiots every damn day?

Beck and I walk into school hand in hand Tuesday morning, and I can't help but have a slight smile on my face as I take a sip from my piping hot coffee. I am in a great mood. My pet peeves paper is utterly fabulous (all sixteen pages of it), my Skybucks frequent buyer's card was filled so I scored a free coffee this morning, Beck and I had a rather intense make out session in his car (we did arrive fifteen minutes earlier than usual to school this morning,) and after school Beck and I have plans to actually have some much needed alone time in his RV for the first time in FOREVER. (His parents are visiting a sick relative in Canada for a few days, so no unexpected "surprises" will interrupt us.)

We walk to my locker and as I open it and start pulling out the books I need for my morning classes, nod a hello to Robbie, (told you I was in a good mood!) who is putting things into his baby bottle nipple covered locker that is next to mine. Someday I am going to take a pair of my scissors and cut all those things off and force feed them to him, I swear. I mean, baby bottle nipples? What the fuck is going on in his demented mind to have that as his locker decoration? He has those covering his locker- and yet I am the one that Lane is worried about not dealing with issues that stem from my childhood?

"Why do I have to play an instrument? I sing. I am a throat player," Vega's whiny voice seems to echo thru the halls as she complains (what a surprise!) to Andre and Cat, gesturing to her throat.

I can't help but snort. "Yeah, just ask all the guys at her old school how good of a 'throat player' she is," I say to Beck and Robbie. They both burst out laughing, and I can't help but smile. "I bet she got a lot of compliments on her abilities."

The air is suddenly shattered by a God-awful sound.

"What the hell?" I ask. "Did an elephant just fucking die?" We all spin around looking for whatever made the sound.

"No, it's just Tori," Robbie says, pointing towards her at her damn Make It Shine locker, with a french horn in her hands.

"Like I said, a dying elephant," I smirk.

"And this is why I love you," Beck says, leaning in to give me a peck on the lips.

Suddenly we start to hear some amazing french horn playing by Andre (he can play every fucking instrument known to man, I swear.) which is quickly joined in by other musicians that happen to be roaming the halls before school begins.

"You better," I say, lacing our fingers together as we start to walk down the main hall together, going towards Andre and Cat, getting ready to join in the impromptu dance party that seems to be taking place in the main hallway.

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Tori's line about being a throat player has always made my mind go right into the gutter. :) PLEASE review and let me know what you think!