A/N: Please review And really got nothing to say except…
Disclaimer: Don't own Victorious. The only thing I own is Angie. And she doesn't even exist.
Angie's POV
Days passed by, minding its own business. Nothing extremely stimulating or odd happened. Just school. Except the fact that everything was exciting. Well for me at least. For the average of the students at the school, everything was just normal. I found everything exciting. I felt like a fan girl that had smuggled herself onto a movie set. Enveloped by a bunch of movie stars. Life was a passing day for them, while for me it was excruciatingly divine.
Well, we were aspiring actors, so I guess it's pretty close to the scenario.
Classes were really engaging and lively. My favourite had to be improv class with Mr. Sikowitz. Especially because we had to make everything on the way, from the top of our head. No script or directions.
Mr. Sikowitz himself was much diverting. He wore lots of innovating clothes and always had something in his hand. Usually a coconut with a straw poking through it, which he would consistently sip.
That day he had a jar with two scrambled eggs in it. He shook it vigorously for two minutes. "AHA!" He yawped. Everyone's attention diverted from Andre's and Eli's skit to Mr. Sikowitz.
I shot Beck a confused glance. He just shook his head. Even though everyone knew Mr. Sikowitz was very weird, they still couldn't guess him.
"What happened?" Tori spoke up, speaking directly at the odd teacher.
"I have made scrambled eggs in a jar!" He announced. The class was eerily quiet
"Looks like bursted intestines" Jade stated, her fascination with the jar undeniable. "Kinda looks like the fatty lump I got from the hospital" I smiled at Jade, impressed. She shot back a toothy smile.
Wait, didn't Rex say Jade never smiled? I couldn't forget that, since he said that directly after he mentioned she's only sweat once in her life.
"What are you going to do with it?" I asked Sikowitz. His eyes were still transfixed on the jar. "Throw it away" a frown was on his face, but it was wiped out as soon as it dropped into the trash. "Isn't that a waste of eggs, and time?" I was still curious as to this impulsive teacher.
"Yes it is"
"Then why did you-" Beck cut me off.
"No point in asking" He told me. The teacher was boring a hole on the inside of the trash.
"What about our skit?" Andre called out from the mini stage. His question was never answered as the bell had rung.
I retreated from the class, followed by a bunch of eager students. It was everyone's favourite subject.
Lunch.
I strided over to my locker, which was stationed next to Andre's, keyboard locker.
"Wazzup?" Andre asked me, as he executed his musical code on his locker.
"Nothing really, just going on with life" I answered, putting in my own combination code.
"Whacha gonna do with it?" Andre was talking about my still plain locker.
"A meaningful painting, which still represents a locker" I piled my fresh books, unkemptly, into my locker. Andre just nodded slightly. Something was on his mind and he wanted to ask me.
"So…"
"So what?" I was confused at Andre's behavior.
"Any guys you like around here?" I knew where this was going, and decided to put an end with it.
"Andre I'm not going to go out with you or one of your friends who happen to have a crush on me" I bluntly stated.
"Snappy woman!" Andre laughed. "You sure know how to take control and stand up"
"Yeah well I think a woman's job isn't to watch from the sidelines in the kitchen" Andre seemed impressed with my ability.
Beck lumbered up to us. "Hey guys" He leaned on a locker and smiled using only the right side of his mouth.
The half smile as I called it. Not a distant smile, but one where you sort of grin and smirk at the same time. But without looking arrogant or like a dumbass. I remembered Colonel from my old school doing it a lot. So much that it peeved everyone, as if he had a secret that no one knew. But when Beck did it, it was pretty cute.
"We were talking about women rights" Andre gave me a little wink.
"What the?" Beck questioned, censoring his original words.
"I was talking about how women shouldn't be underrated, just because men basically control everything. In my opinion I think the only reason this happens is because men appear threatening and bulky on the outside. While on the inside they're just as insecure as girls." I smirked at the two boys who appeared offended.
Beck's POV
"I was talking about how women shouldn't be underrated, just because men basically control everything. In my opinion I think the only reason this happens is because men appear threatening and bulky on the outside. While on the inside they're just as insecure as girls." She smirked at us, seemingly pleased at herself. I couldn't lie I was a bit offended.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" I started.
"Men aren't insecure!" Andre objected.
"Yes, they are" Angie refused to accept the obvious truth. I rolled my eyes.
Women.
"Beck, tell me how many times you fluff your hair?" She raised both eyebrows at me. I was a little bit relieved that I wasn't the only one, seemingly unable to raise an eyebrow. "And Andre, how many times a week do you workout?"
Fuck. She beat us at our own game. Then something flickered in my brain.
Bingo!
"But." A leer was on my face. "That doesn't prove that men are as insecure as women" I high-fived Andre and proceeded to do my 'happy dance'
"Oh but it does" a vile smile, her eyes twinkled like she was about to murder me. She might as well have murdered me with that look on her face. It was kind of unnerving and intimidated me.
"And how does it?" I tried sounding obdurate, but Angie knew I wasn't deceiving anyone.
"See you don't know this. But girls spend an average of an hour, possibly more, trying to impress. You" Her face was up close to mine, an apathetic look on her face. Her nose was inches from mine. Andre could notice the heat and apprehension. Scratch my previous comments, about that smile on her face. The killing smile. This was definitely much more sickening. A sweat trickled down the side of my face. I hastily wiped it with the back of my hand.
"Girl's spend ages trying to impress guys. Trying to impress you. See they know what they want, and try everything to look good for them. Guys are imbeciles and just confuse everyone. Some guys say they like girls with a large booty. Simple right? Get a large ass and get liked? Wrong. Some guys like skinny girls with no hint of meat on their bones. And then make fun of the weightier girls about their big but"
Angie's dark brown eyes bore into my dark brown ones. A shiver ran through my body.
"So what do guys like?" She said, teasing me "The one with the giant ass or the one with nothing left on her?" Every word she said stung me like a pin. Every second ticked on like a painful hour.
"Exactly!" She spat out, when Andre and I failed to come up with an answer. "Men don't know what they want, leaving them more insecure than girls. Because we know what we want and set action to it. While guys laze around not sure what's happening. They don't know what they want"
Her eyes were saddening and dark as she said the next thing.
"They don't know who they are"
She looked at me for a second. The same disconcerted look on her face. She then proceeded to walk away flamboyantly. She bursted through the hall doors and went outside to the cafeteria.
Andre looked at me, perplexed. My face mirrored his.
"Damn" Andre said looking at the hall doors that were still swinging, from Angie's mighty push.
"I know"
Oh my god.
A/N: What did you think? Was it good? R&R please!
And QOTD: Why was Angie acting this way?