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Disclaimer: Don't own Victorious. And carry on…

Beck's POV

"I was a freshman in high school." Angie started telling me. "It was an exciting year for me. I mean high school!" Her eyes turned dark "Well it was big at the time, until I grew older and found out we have shitloads of homework and it's an utter crap hole!" Her voice was cold and sarcastic. It was really heart breaking seeing her in such a state. I couldn't have this happening to my best friend.

She looked up from the floor. Her brown eyes were prevading salty tears. She looked back down at the crummy green floor, as if she was dissappointed.

Her lip was quivering violently. "I can't do this." She muttered.

She walked towards me. Well more like stepped, because we were in a confined little closet. And we were inundated by bins and mops, so that didn't service us either.

She tried to get past me, to unbolt the door. I just stood there, stubborn as a mule. If there was the liability, I would've been more stubborn than a jack-ass.

I thwarted the door. "No" I mumbled. I couldn't let her vamoose. She had a predicament and was trying to oversee it by fleeing. My eyes were hard and contemplative. I couldn't let this happen.

She tried shoving me to the side, but to no avail. I might not be the largest of guys, but I was bigger than Angie. She let out a little growl. I didn't know people had the endowment to even let out a growl. Well, not until that moment when Angie did.

She seemed distressed, trying to push me out the way.

Angie's POV

(A/N: This is gonna be really short and then back to Beck!)

I pushed and shoved at Beck. He seemed cemented to the floor, like his boots were secured on. I knew this wasn't going to get me anywhwere.

Then I thought of another idea.

Let's get physical.

I thrashed at him. Punching and yelling out abhorrent curses. I had come up with names so obscene; I myself was flabbergasted I was using such words. I punched him, kicked him. Anything to get him out of the way.

I didn't want to pummel him too bad so I abstained from the more sensatory areas.

His hands were seized enduringly around my wrists, his 'man jewelery' digging into my soft skin. Beck was really skinny and looked quite limp. He looked. He had light muscles, nothing bulky. But his stability was phenomenal and undeniable. He was stronger than he looked. Much stronger. If Beck was this strong, I mediated on how strong Andre would be.

Don't mess with the guys. I mentally noted to myself. Well atleast Beck and Andre, not really sure about Robbie.

"Stop" He cried softly. I resisted, trying to come out as the bigger one. "Stop!" He yelled at me. I couldn't abdicate. I just couldn't.

He couldn't know. Know one could. It wasn't huge, but it changed a whole outlook on guys for me.

"STOP IT!" He shouted once more. I hesitated on commandment. I was astounded that he could even use a temper of voice like that. He was panting ruggedly.

I looked up at him. His face molded into a concerned frown. And then startingly, as if out of space, I collapsed into his strong arms. And let the tears stream abundantly.

Beck's POV

I excpected her to start screaming at me.

"What do you want!" She would've snarled.

But she didn't. She possibly did the explicit opposite. She fell on me, her arms, huggin her chest. And cried. She just cried and cried, her tears soaking my flannel shirt, over a grey vest. I've never seen anyone so vulnerable. Like a homeless cat. A homeless hungry cat, with three legs and no tail. A baby one. We probably stayed in this position for 5 minutes. I finally noticed her crying reducing. Slowly, little by little. Baby steps. Until she finally stopped altogether. She let out a little sniffle.

"What had happened?" I whispered softly into her hair. I gently carresed her velvety, raven hair. I surmised her to pull back and tell me everything. But instead she just resided in my chest.

"I was a freshman" she mumbled, her words barely audible. "High school was supposed to be a big turn for me." She hesitated to take a small breathe.

"There was this girl, Anna, and her locker was next to mine. The average amount of classes I had, she had the same." She nestled in a bit more in my chest.

"She was really nice and had become my best friend. She also had a brother and since she didn't have a car, they had to go home together. So her brother would wait by her locker, for her. He was a junior. I had developed a little crush on him. I had seen him alot when I was at her house and when we ate dinner and stuff. He started waiting by her locker more, standing next to her classes. Once I was at Anna's house, her mom was out, so her dad was cooking and he messed something up in the kitchen. So Anna went to help him. I just sat in her room, waiting for her. Then her brother, Jason, came in. And we got talking and stuff. I can't even remember what we were talking about because I was just so happy talking to him. Then we heard Anna come up, so he exited, cause he wasn't allowed inside. But, then he stopped at the door way and well, asked me out. And since I had a crush on him I had undeniably said." She stopped for a second, breathing hard. I could feel it, cause my arms were around her.

"You said yes" I finished of. She just nodded.

"I said yes" She muttered every word as if she regretted it.

"Anna was a bit weirded out that Jason and I were going out, but she was pretty cool with it. It was sort of perfect for me. I see my best friend, and my boyfriend's there. I see my boyfriend and my best friend's there. And I could never get jealous of my best friend liking my boyfriend, because he was her brother. It was almost too perfect. We were going strong, we were exclusive. We had made out a few times on his bed, but we never went far..." She pulled back a bit and looked at me, as if surmising me to say something. But then she nuzzled back into me. " One night I had just finished my homework and I got a call. From Jason. He had asked me to come over and since I had nothing better to do, I went. But when I went to his house I noticed no one was home. No mom or dad. No sister. No maid. Just no one. I was a little bit afraid of this, but continued on nevertheless. So he took me up to his room and we made out and stuff. We just made out. But he wanted more." I braced a bit. My arms around her tightened, as if sheltering her from harm.

" I resisted, but he tried. He managed to get my skirt off." Her voice broke at the last sentence. She started sobbing again.

"But did he?" I asked. It was too horrible to finish the sentence. She was trembling gently. I was holding my breath.

"No" I let out an exasperated sigh.

" But he tried. He tried. He started screaming at me for being so stupid. He called me a stupid little girl. He called me a bitch. A slut. A whore. He called me really bad names" Her voice was soft and slow.

"But you're not" I assured her. No, one could downgrade her.

"I know but he still called me them. He tried. And this time I grabbed his hair. He started yelling and cursing. I then kicked him in the groin. and ran. I had my cellphone call 911. But I couldn't speak. At this point I was running down the stairs. My skirt in one hand and my cellphone in the other. I couldn't say anything. But I managed to squeak the word 'help' out. Thank fully. They tracked down the area and police came rushing. It turns out that Jason had a stash of booze under his bed. And he got in really big trouble for that. And Anna was mad at me, because it trns out that Jason had given her a bottle of vodka. My best friend turned on me and my boyfriend thought I was stupid and broke up with me" She stiffened before continuing. "They spread rumors about me, Jason and Anna. I was forcefully made to change my locker with Anna's bestie."

"They're horrible people. They're horrible" I stroked her hair. It took my best not to punch the wall. No one could do this to her.

"I couldn't take it. I couldn't take all the harrassing. They spray painted my locker with the word 'Slut' written on it. I couldn't take it. I couldn't take it Beck" She cried really hard. She bawled and weeped. Stumbled, mutterred and babbled.

"I couldn't take it" She mumbled every few seconds. When she had turned placid again, she proceeded.

"School sucked. Everyone bullied me. I had to beg my parents to move me to a different school. It was pretty ok until-" She stopped, concluding that she had told me enough.

"You can't keep it in. You have to tell someone Angie. You could speak to Lane, the guidance counsellor. Or you could tell me about it." She pondered over my proposal. She had decided to tell me instead, but then the bell rang.

"Shit" I cursed under my breath.

"We can't go out there looking like this" She smiled a little and let out a little chuckle.

"We look like an outright mess don't we?" I snickered. Some how this outlandish vivacity builded up. Unitl in the end we were laughing really hard. We were cluthcing our stomachs and banging on the walls lightly.

"But seriously we can't go out there" She concluded

"How about we ditch school today? We could go to the mall. Have ice-cream. What do you say?" I didn't want to afflict her into doing anything.

She looked up at me for a second. "let's go" She grinned at me. Picked up her bag, and we left the Janitors hall closet. Heading our way to the mall.

A/N: What did you think? Review! I need to know if I'm good. I can't write crappily forever! And the next chapter is going to be happier. I found this a bit too dark and I didn't want too much drama.