A/N Okay, guys! This chapter is a little short, and I didn't have the intentions of it going where it did, but it ended up herer, and I think I like it like this. I'll save what I originally planned for the next chapter. All you Bade-Shippers, I threw you a bit of a bone here in this chapter. If you don't find it satisfying enough, just wait for the next chapter. Plenty of Bade and Batmance (Hee hee, I just realized how much that sounds like Batman's) to come!

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Beck POV

I wake up in my RV at 7:45. Crap, I think to myself. School starts in 15 minutes!

I spring out of bed and into the bathroom. I needed to shower and get dressed, not to mention type up the scene me and Cat worked on a few days ago for Sikowitz class.

As I stand under the warm water, my heart sinks. There's no way I'm gonna type up a 20 page script in 10 minutes.

I sigh as I fumble around with my clothes, finally pulling my head through a hole, whether or not it's the right one, I don't have time to check. I carefully button up my navy flannel shirt and grab my keys and phone and throw them in my bag.

As I rush to stick my keys in my car, I pull out my phone and dial Cat's number. She quickly picks up and greets me in a worried tone. "Beck? Where are you? Did you type up the script?"

"Yeah, about that. I had some other ideas...

I rush into the school, seeing that the hallways are deserted except for a giggling cCat sitting on the staircase, intently typing on her phone.

My phone went off. I pulled it out and looked at it.

From Cat: Hey Beck! Where are you?

I sighed and slipped my phone back into my pocket. "Cat, I'm standing right in front of you!" She looked up at me and giggled. Then she continued to type. My phone buzzed again, and Cat looked at me expectantly, smiling up at me. I sighed as I couldn't resist her. I pulled out my phone for the second time and looked at the text.

From Cat: Oh, I guess you are! I can just talk to you in person now!

I gave up and smiled at her. "Hey, Beck!" She giggled, jumping up and hugging me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Personal space Accidental Red!"

She giggled and looked up at me mischieviously. "Sorry, she said, in between giggles.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing…" Cat trailed off. "Wanna see how I can make an origami crane?" Whether or not that was serious, or a way to distract me, I'll never know.

"Cat, just tell me!" I half pleaded, half whined at her.

"It's nothing Beck." She said, trying to regain control of her giggling. "I should get to costume now," She said, still mischeiviously. "Bye Beck!"
She gave a little twirl and a wave.

"Oh! And Beck!" She called over her shoulder.

"Yeah?" I said, still partially annoyed.

'Your shirt's on backwards!" She gave a little giggle and quickly skipped off to class with Dallas Sane.

"What? No, wait!" I called after her but she already gone.

I sighed, and then heard laughter behind me. A group of preppy girls held out their cell phones of my backwards shirt. "Oh, shoot," I muttered, and hurried into the janitor's closet, accidentally knocking into a goth girl on the way. "Watch it!" She snapped.

"Oh, sorry, you see, I'm just trying to fix-I mean take my shirt off-" I stuttered, being cut off by her raising her hand to stop me. "You're just trying to take your shirt off?" She said while raising an eyebrow, "No, wait, I mean-"

"You might want a little privacy for that." She scowled. "Or, knowing guys like you, do it front of the school. Hey everybody, the amazingly handsome, incredibly sexy Beck is going to take off his shirt!" She mocked, and I frowned.

"You think I'm like that?"

"Oh, I know you're like that."

The students were starting to whisper now, but I couldn't care less. Who does she think she is, judging me like that when she hasn't even met me.

"You've never met me, you can't know anything about me!" I defend myself. This chick is harsh.

"But I've heard enough about the 'Oh-so-dreamy wish-he'd-take-off-his-shirt Beck Oliver, and his amazing eyes, heavenly body, the gentle way he moves' to know I don't like him!" She snapped.

"So you think I'm 'oh-so dreamy, with amazing eyes and a heavenly body, and want me to take off my shirt, not to mention, amazingly handsome and incredibly sexy?" I joked with a smirk on my face.

I ended up in the nurse's office with a black eye.