Thanks to everyone that reviewed... hehe. Yeah. This one's rotating between Jade and Beck's POV- and let's assume Jade was at Hollywood Arts before Beck.
The Bird Scene was technically the beginning of the show, or Tori's first week at school. So I decided to introduce Beck's first week of school.
Disclaimer: If only I could kidnap Dan Schneider... sigh
Beck's POV
I got out of my mom's car cautiously, still not sure whether I should ditch the first day of school. I had been accepted to Hollywood Arts, which was known for its prestigious alumni.
"Bye, Becky," my mom nearly shouts out the window, and I wince, looking around to see that no one in the parking lot heard that. No, it looked like the coast was clear.
In reply, I just smiled in reply, and waved.
I swore from that moment on that I would drive to school in our family RV.
Walking through the wooden doors, I wasn't sure what I should expect to find. My mouth nearly dropped with shock as I took in the scene around me.
There were kids dancing in the middle of the hallway. The lockers looked as though someone graffitied them. I froze mid-step, and stopped to stare at the sight around me.
I didn't know what I expected- maybe kids trying to cram French horns into their lockers, or an apprehensive guy trying to finish a monologue with a dummy.
I began watching a brunette boy with curly hair who was talking to an anxious-looking, red-haired girl. I tapped the boy on the shoulder, and he swirled around, presenting the dummy resting in his arms.
"Hi!" he said, a little too perkily for a guy.
"Wassup? Sorry about the dork over here," the guy's lips barely moved, but the words seemed to actually flow from the dummy he was carrying.
Impressed, I was impelled to compliment him. "Wow, you're good at that," I commented.
"Good at what?" this time, it was the boy who spoke.
"Speaking through your puppet."
"Don't call him a puppet!" he shrieked, before stalking off in the other direction. The he turned around, stomping the other way. "Sikowitz's class is that way!" he yelled, sounding a little sheepish at the same time.
"Oh, I have Sikowitz first period too," I squinted at my schedule for clarification.
"Yay! So do I," the red-haired girl was brimming with joy at this small coincidence. "I'm Cat," she introduced herself, in what sounded like a very high-pitched voice.
"Oh, that's a cool name," I remarked. "But, my friend's cat got hit by a car last week. Didn't make it," I felt sad at the memory of my friend crying on my shoulder.
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" she backed up several paces, as though I was a criminal.
"Nothing, I, I just like your name!" I defended myself. I didn't want people thinking I was some sort of idiot who went around harassing girls.
"Oh. Okay," Cat calmed down immediately.
"So, who were you talking to?" I asked her, wanting to know the ventriloquist's name.
"Oh, that was Robbie," she said. "And Rex," she added as an afterthought. "Just don't call him a puppet, because-"
"I got it."
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOS-" I covered her mouth with my hand before she could finish. Based on our first meeting, I'm guessing this was a daily thing with Cat.
"Nothing, nothing," I muttered. "Can you show me where Sikotwitz's class is, then?" I asked her.
"Sure!" she immediately became happy again, and skipped off in the direction that Robbie had disappeared.
I followed her into a classroom filled with a bunch of chairs facing a stage. On the board, it said SIKOWITZ WILL BE BACK FROM THE BATHROOM in huge orange letters.
"C'mon, here's an empty seat!" Cat giggled as she dragged me by the hand, to the seat next to a boy with dreads and a keyboard in his lap.
But my feet tripped over a black bag, and I went tumbling down, face-forward, into a girl's lap.
Very smooth of me, I know. This was a great way to make a first impression on the class.
She jumped up, in attempt to save the coffee clutched in her hand, but it was too late- the brown liquid was already dripping down to the floor.
"What's wrong with you?" she cried out. I backed up in defense, intimidated by her.
She had a black outfit, consisting of a tank top, and trench coat, and jeans. Goth, by the looks of it. And to add to it, she had on black nail polish and facial piercings.
"I'm really, really sorry," I cried out in a high-pitched voice that sounded closer to Cat's than my own.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"I'm Beck," I held out my hand, but she took no notice. "I'm new. Look, I'll buy you a new coffee-"
I stopped, only to find that she was dragging the seat I was about to sit in towards her, before plopping down into it. Now the only available seat was the one that had the remains of her coffee splattered all over it.
Sighing, I sat on the edge on the seat, trying not to get any on my pants. Unfortunately, that plan failed. I must look like a complete idiot to the rest of the people behind me.
The guy sitting next to me, the guy with dreads, looked up from his keyboard, and whispered, "Sorry about Jade. She's a little cranky this morning."
He sounded as if... "She's not you're girlfriend, is she?" I asked worriedly. I don't know why I felt like this, but I thought it really would be a shame if she was taken. But this guy seemed nice enough that if she was, I'd definitely respect that.
He looked taken aback. "No..." he said a bit awkwardly. "But, I'm Ándre. And I'm guessing your name is Beck?"
"Yeah," I smiled.
"You an actor? Singer? Dancer?" Ándre fired questions at me quickly.
"Actor," I replied. Yeah, this guy seemed nice enough.
"Cool. Dude, you should try out for one of our plays!" he said excitedly. "I kinda wrote the music for one of them," he said a bit modestly. Behind me, I heard Jade snort, but the two of us ignored her.
"I guess I should," I shrugged. I wasn't sure if I'd be good enough- there were plenty of talented kids at this school.
"No, really," he insisted. "The only thing's that Trina Vega's auditioning too. And she doesn't have a partner, so you might need to go with her."
"What wrong with Trina Vega?" I asked. He had said her name like she was a bug on the ceiling. "My ex-girlfriend's name was Trina," I remembered her, the blonde that had rudely dumped me once she found out I liked theater.
Jade interrupted our conversation. "You had a girlfriend named Trina?"
"Well, yeah-" I was confused as to why this goth girl had suddenly taken an interest in my personal life.
"Was she pretty?" she demanded.
"Uh, I guess?" I said it more as a question.
"Prettier than me?" Why does she care?
Looking at Ándre for help, he just raised his eyebrows and mouthed ooooh.
So much for moral support.
"I- I don't think so."
"Good," she finally seemed satisfied.
I turned back to Ándre, who looked like he was trying not to smile, but all he did was shrug.
Finally, the teacher walked in, barefoot. He reminded me of a hobo I saw in the... wait, no that WAS him!
Cat and Robbie who were talking to each other (well, Robbie was talking, Cat just looked offended), looked up.
"Hello, class," he swatted the air as though there was something there. "What's he doing?" I whispered to Ándre.
"He's just like that," was the only response I got.
"We have a new student today, Beck Oliver," he introduced me to the class, so I gave a lame wave to the people glancing over their shoulders to look at me. Jade, behind me, snorted again.
"And, today, I'd like to introduce to you a new improv game I came up with while I was in the bathroom," he quickly moved on.
I sank lower into my seat, only to find I was picked for a game that involved two people.
So, of course, Sikowitz picked me. "Who would you like to go up with?"
I glanced at Ándre, who seemed to be more engrossed with the keyboard on his lap. "I pick Jade," I closed my eyes the minute I said that; I have no idea why I picked her.
She raised her eyebrows, but got up.
"I want you two to start up a scene, and whenever and audience member finds the positions the actors are assuming interesting, they can say 'freeze', and take the place of one of the actors onstage. I call it: 'Sikowitz Freeze'," the teacher announced proudly. [A/N: Yeah, the game's called LA Freeze in real life. I just had no creativity to come up with something else.]
I took part in the game two or three times before the bell rang. As I gathered my things, I heard Jade mutter to Cat, "He's not bad for a newbie. Cute, even." She must be being sarcastic, no way she'd say those things about me.
Soon, the only two left in the room were Sikowitz and I. I strode over to him, backpack slung over my shoulder. "Mr. Sikowitz, sir?" I asked, but that seemed the wrong thing to call him.
"My dear young kumquat, call me Sikowitz," he replied, back facing me.
"Yeah, um, thanks," starting to be a bit weirded out by this guy. "So, I was wondering where the sign-up sheets were for play auditions?"
"Ah, so you're thinking of auditioning for a play. Well, you can't," I frowned, taken aback by his abruptness.
"What, why?"
"Because, in order to pass, you must pass: the penguin scene," he whispered in a creepy voice.
"Okay," I whispered back. "Why are we whispering?"
"Because we don't want to wake the coconuts," he whispered back, before grabbing one from his desk and violently jamming a straw into it. "You know, their milk gives me visions."
"Okay..." I said awkwardly. "So, what is this 'penguin scene'?"
He handed me a piece of paper, that read 'Fluted Pumpkin, Coconuts, Pomegranite Jam.'
"This is the monologue?" I showed him the writing.
"Oh, no that's my grocery list. Here's the penguin scene," he took the piece of paper away from me, then handed me a new one.
I scanned the writing. It didn't look bad; I'd probably have to throw in some accent, maybe even a few props for extra pointers. But that seemed like way too much, I'm sure all I had to do was act. "And all I have to do is present it to the class?" I wasn't sure.
"Present it to the class and you must pass," he replied.
"Sure, can-do," I replied confidently. Maybe that was the test- confidence.
"Good. And Beck, just remember- the tatsoi is waiting."
"Thanks for the advice," I called to him on my way out. Though I was sure I wasn't going to need it.
Jade's POV
Sipping my coffee, I tried to block out the sounds of the morning chatter in the classroom.
I heard Cat's tinkling laugh, and knew she was about to enter the classroom. "C'mon, here's an empty seat!" she cried. I wonder who she was talking to- it couldn't be a boy, no one's ever asked her out, not even the prom.
Suddenly, a figure loomed over my chair, and the next thing I knew, a boy with longish black hair fell onto my seat, causing me to spill my beloved coffee.
I jumped up, in an endeavor to save some of my morning savior, but it was gone. I looked up at the boy, who had quickly gotten up.
"What's wrong with you?" He was so intimidated, he took a few steps back.
"I'm really, really sorry," he said, in a voice that didn't sound manly at all. I didn't recognize him- he wasn't in this class was he? Oh right, Sikowitz told us we were getting some new student today. I guess he was it.
I noticed him scanning my outfit. Probably thinking I'm some kind of rebellious punk, was he? Well, he's not much of a turnout, either.
"Who are you?" I wanted to know his name. He actually wasn't that bad looking.
But I didn't want to look too interested, so as he introduced himself (his name, Beck), I dragged the empty, clean seat towards me, and sat down in it.
He looked somewhat sheepish as he took a seat in the coffee-stained chair (which the coffee got on his butt, by the way), but forgot about it easily as he started to converse with Ándre.
They were talking about some play that Ándre had introduced to the discussion. I snorted at his modesty at the mention of his play. Everyone knows that if you want to get somewhere in Hollywood, you can't be too self-deprecating.
Lost in thoughts, I was suddenly snapped back into reality when Beck mentioned a past girlfriend of his. 'Trina'.
I didn't know why some guy naming one of his past girlfriends made me so angry, but this made my blood boil. Thank goodness it wasn't Trina Vega, or else I would have torn her to pieces.
"You had a girlfriend named Trina?" I asked, making it sound as though I was surprised he had even had a girlfriend (but by the looks of him, I'm sure he's had dozens).
"Well, yeah-"
I interrupted again, "Was she pretty?"
He seemed bewildered by my interest in him, but he answered anyways.
"Uh, I guess?" That didn't cut it for me.
"Prettier than me?" I myself wasn't even sure why I was being so obsessive.
He glanced at Ándre, who had a teasing expression on his face.
"I- I don't think so."
"Good," I was satisfied. So I was prettier than this Trina, was I?
Finally, Sikowitz walked in, swatting the air, to act as though there were bees there. I swear, the man is an amazing (eh, crazy) actor.
He introduced to us a new improv game (something he called 'Sikowitz Freeze'- such a creative name).
Since Beck was the new guy, he was picked to choose a partner to begin. I saw his eyes drift over to Ándre, then to me.
"I pick Jade," he said. I was surprised, really, but got up to began the scene with him.
And as much as I didn't want to admit it, he was good.
But of course I couldn't tell that to him.
On the way out of class, I muttered to Cat, who was playing with a strand of her red velvet cupcake hair, "He's not bad for a newbie. Cute, even." It was true.
I noticed Beck didn't walk out of class, so I assumed he went to go talk to Sikowitz. Ah, if only I were there to see his face at our teacher's unique antics. That would actually make me smile.
Beck POV
I rubbed my hands as I neared the classroom. I really wanted to pass this 'penguin scene', not just so I could audition for Ándre's play, but to make an impression on the class. And maybe Jade will even respect me.
I entered the classroom, where all the students began impersonating lazy worker bees. I joined in with them, pretending I wasn't late to class. Luckily, Sikowitz didn't notice.
When the exercise was done, the teacher said, "Ah, Beck you're here, good. Ladies and gents, will you please direct your attention to Mr. Oliver?"
I walked on up to the stage a bit awkwardly, suddenly overcome with stage fright. What if I mess up? Will that hurt my chances of passing? What if everyone laughs? What if Jade joins in with the laughter?
I realize these were all immature questions, and this was a school that taught to students the exact opposite of this, but I couldn't help but imagine the worst scenario.
Looking around at the class, I realized these people were working towards professionalism, and that did not include snickering at another peer's work.
So, I began.
The scene merely was about a young Antarctica boy who's trying to tame it's pet penguin, but eventually lets it go. It was actually pretty comical.
During the monologue, I quickly glanced at Jade, who did look deeply impressed. Score one for Beck.
As I finished my last line, I directed my gaze towards Sikowitz, who was casually sipping milk out of his coconuts.
"So? Did you like my performance?" Everyone in the class seemed to wince at what I said. What did I do wrong?
My eyes flickered to Jade immediately, to see her reaction, but all she was doing was rolling her eyes.
"Huh?" Sikowtiz looked completely befuddled at my question. "What are you asking me?"
"Did I pass the test?" I rephrased my question, just in case.
"Nope," he replied, then got up to introduce a new improv game. What, was he going to pretend I wasn't here?
"Wait, what? I didn't pass? What about feedback?" I cried.
"I'm sorry Beck, but you didn't pass. I'm afraid you're going to have to try again tomorrow."
I saw Jade smirk as she looked back at me. I bet she knew the secret to the scene. I'd have to ask her after class.
But when the bell rang, she swiftly slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out speedily, as though she was trying to avoid someone. Probably me, I know she hasn't liked me since Day 1.
I saw Robbie was a little slower in packing up (mainly because Rex took up one arm), so I walked over to him. We had actually gotten to know each other during lunch, when Ándre let me sit at his table.
"Hey, dude," I approached him.
"What you calling him 'dude' for? He's barely a man!" Rex's voice replied for Robbie.
"Hey!" Robbie gave him a scolding glare, but Rex merely slapped him.
Robbie gave me a I'm-sorry-you-were-saying looks, so I continued.
"Do you know what I did wrong? I mean-"
"Oh, that. Yeah, I can't tell you," Great. Just great. He didn't like me enough to tell me, I'm sure that was it.
But Robbie didn't seem to be like that. There must be some huge secret behind the scene for you to know to pass it.
"Agh, well never mind," I wasn't going to push him if he wasn't going to spill.
I'd just have to figure it out myself.
Jade POV
Haha. I'm laughing so hard right now. The new kid, Beck, was really nervous today with his monologue, but really did manage to influence my opinion of him in a positive way.
He did pretty well, up until the end. This is EVERYONE'S mistake on the first try. Asking whether they got it right. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
You gotta be proud of what you're doing. That's the key. But apparently, Becky boy doesn't know that yet.
Well, I'm not gonna be the one to tell him.
Beck POV
The next morning, I walked into class, much more prepared than the day before.
I was actually one of the few people in the classroom already, all who was there with me was Ándre and Cat.
I strode over to them, both who were in deep conversation.
"Hey guys," they seemed to both stop talking as I neared them.
"H-hey Beck," Ándre said.
Before I could ask them about the penguin scene Ándre asked me directly, "Do you like Jade, dude?"
I was surprised by this unanticipated subject. "What?"
"Do I have to repeat myself? I think you heard what I said," Ándre raised his eyebrows. Cat looked at me with an expectant face.
"Um, no," I really wasn't sure of the answer myself, so the best thing to do was to deny everything. If I did figure out that I liked her, I would fess up, but right now I was focused on something else.
"Look, do you guys know what I did wrong yesterday? Because I have no idea how to pass this test!" I cried out. Both of them looked taken aback. Wow, I must seem really desperate.
"We can't tell you, man. You're supposed to figure it out yourself," Ándre finally said, and Cat nodded in agreement.
Well, if it was a secret, then I'm up to the challenge of figuring it out.
Cat looked down to her phone. "Look!" she cried. "I just updated my Slap page!" What?
"Slap… page?" I questioned.
"Oh, yeah, theSlap dot com," she told me, "It's like a blogging place, for the students of Hollywood Arts. You should join, Beck!"
I looked over her shoulder to see a blue background with the logo 'TheSlap' written at the top left, with an orange hand right next to it. "Sure, I'll check it out after school," and sat down in my seat to wait for Sikowitz.
More students were beginning to pour into the classroom, like a swarm of ants at a picnic. Jade entered the classroom and sat down next to me.
"Figure out what you're going to do yet, Becky boy?" she asked me.
Intrigued by her new nickname, I asked, "Becky boy? So we're onto pet names now?"
Her answer left me red-faced. "No, I heard your mom call you that in the parking lot."
Thank goodness for my RV.
I wonder if my parents would let me live in it- that way I could escape embarrassment at home too.
Finally, Sikowitz walked in, and announced to the class, "Before we start, let's get Beck up here."
I smiled, got up, and walked over to the center stage. I had confidence that the secret to this was props; so I brought a parka and a plastic fish.
At the end, I glanced at Sikowitz; I couldn't tell whether he liked my performance, or not, so I asked him, "Did I pass this time?"
Apparently this was the wrong thing to say, because then one kid started laughing. The rest of the class soon joined in.
"What? What did I do this time?" I looked to Ándre, who was shaking his head sympathetically.
I turned to the teacher, who jumped up from his chair, and wagged his finger at me. "I'm sorry, Beck, but you'll have to try again tomorrow."
"But- but what did I do wrong? Can somebody please tell me?" I scanned the room, and all the faces soon turned sympathetic.
Rex's voice sounded throughout the room, "Sorry, man."
I signed, took off my parka, and pathetically limped over on to my seat.
Ándre looked over at me, and looked like he was going to say something, but I pulled out my phone and pretended to be engrossed in that.
As soon as the bell rung, I walked out of class. I wasn't sure I was ready for this school. This is way tougher than I expected my first week to be.
I saw just at her locker, which was designed to be colored pure black, with skulls imprinted using cotton balls.
"Nice locker," I commented as I neared her.
"What do you want?" she snapped at me. I wonder why she was so mad; she wasn't the one who was humiliated in front of the entire class.
"Nothing. I was just wondering if you knew the secret to the penguin scene."
Jade POV
I saw Becky boy stride over to my locker; "Nice locker," he said to me. I'm sure he didn't mean it, and my locker's been scoffed at enough.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him.
"Nothing. I was just wondering if you knew the secret to the penguin scene."
"And I was wondering if you could take 70 paces backwards," I was sure that somehow he'd trick it out of me if he stayed too long, so I changed the subject.
"So, what'd you do with your locker?"
He looked confused at the unforeseen change in topic.
"Nothing. Yet." Ha! I can imagine his old gray, boring locker right now.
He switched back to our previous topic.
"C'mon, can you pleeeaaase tell me?"
"Nope," I started heading to my next class.
"Jade?"
"What?" I swiveled around, frustrated with the idiot.
"Why not?" he really was desparate.
"NO!" I screamed and I was about to march to my next class, but I realized he was in it too. Damn. I ran over to the girl's bathroom instead.
I remembered my test. It was the 'bird scene' for girls, but because it mentions having a husband in it, Sikowitz has the penguin scene ready for boys.
I actually passed the first test. And apparently, I was the first to do so.
It was mainly because my mom actually took the time to give me some advice before heading to school, something she hasn't done for years.
"Remember, Jade, you shouldn't care what other people think of you."
It actually was pretty good advice.
So after the scene, I had promptly exited the stage and plopped down in my seat, waiting for the class to resume.
And everyone in the class started clapping for me.
Too bad Beck will be catching on late.
Beck POV
I think she really didn't like me. She looked really mad, as though I had punched her grandmother, or something.
But I needed to find out what the secret was, and she was my last hope.
I also couldn't help but think I needed to alter my locker. Gray was so boring. After she pointed it out, I felt really bad that mine was so plain.
I went out to Schneider's, the shop that'd right next to Pinkberry. Looking through some art materials, I finally gave up.
"This doesn't describe me!" I said out loud, and the woman right next to me stared at me, then moved to the next aisle.
Note to self: keep your thoughts to yourself.
I knew I needed time to figure my scene out, but I really wanted to renovate my locker.
A worker approached me. "So what are you looking for?" he asked perkily.
"I dunno. I need something to design my locker, that would fit my character," I really wasn't sure what that was.
"Well, what's something that's true about you that may not be for someone else?"
Well, I don't really keep secrets. Which, my friends were doing to me right now.
"I... I guess, I don't have any secrets."
"Okay," he looked surprised. "Wow, that's a good one!" he nudged me with his elbow, probably trying to get me to smile.
I just stared at him.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah, so anyways, maybe you should do something that represents you have no secrets. Maybe... show that since you have no secrets, your locker doesn't either."
Wow, this employee was deep. It really was an honest, profound idea. But I was confused on how to carry it out. How would you show that your locker had no secrets?
"Okay... so are you saying, I should just rip off my locker door, so that everyone can see into it?"
He shook his head. "No. I'm saying, you should have something that shows off everything in your locker. Something clear."
That was perfect! A clear locker! Jade would definitely be impressed with that idea. I would be able to prove that my locker wasn't so monotonously gray. But... where am I going to get that clear locker door from?
He must have read my confused face. "Since we're so close to Hollywood Arts, we have a bunch of random locker doors in the back for sale. There's been a clear one sitting around for ages, no one's wanted it" the guy explained. This really is starting to seem like one of those dreams where everything you want magically appears.
"Thanks dude," I punched his shoulder, and he clutched it in pain.
"OW!" he cried.
"Sorry, man."
The next morning, I strode into class, determined to pass this stupid test.
"Hey, Sikowitz!" I called out to our psychotic teacher, who was sitting at the corner of the room, scribbling on a piece of binder paper.
As he looked up, I scrummaged through my backpack. "I got you... a present." I brought out three coconuts, a jar of pomegranate jam, and a fluted pumpkin. Reading your teacher's grocery list always has its benefits.
"Ah, thank you Beck," he said as I handed them to him. "And I'm assuming you're ready for today?"
"Yup," I definitely WAS. I decided to add the accent to my scene. But, of course, I don't know what people from Antarctica sound like, so I'm using a British accent.
As soon as the rest of the kids filed in, I began.
It is admittedly hard to do a British accent while acting out a scene about a boy who takes care of a penguin. But I'd rehearsed so much, so much that I received a migraine yesterday. I practiced until my mom kicked me out and made me practice in the RV. I need to remember to ask her if I can move there permanently.
And at the end, I looked to Sikowitz. But apparently, he was too busy reading the label on the pomegranate jam.
"Excuse me?" I cried out. How could he tell whether I passed or not, if he was busy reading how many carbs pomegranate jam has? "Sikowitz, I worked really, really hard on this scene, can you at least take the time to watch?"
He finally looked up at me. "I'm sorry, are you done?" he questioned.
"What? Were you not paying attention? I'm sorry, sir, but I worked for hours on this scene, and you can't even look up from your jam? You know what? I added props to this scene, and an accent, and I'm really proud of this scene, so I'd really appreciate that you'd watch!" I ended my rant.
The first person to clap was Jade. Then, the rest of the class joined in. Ándre, Cat, Robbie, and even Rex. I was shocked (one, because I thought Jade was furious at me, and two, because I just screamed at an adult.)
"What are you all clapping about?" I was getting exasperated by everyone's weird reactions to everything I do.
"You just passed the penguin scene!" Sikowitz cried out exultantly. What is he talking about?
"I passed because I yelled at you?" I'm usually a nice guy, and I had immediately regretted yelling at the barefoot adult.
"No, Beck, you passed because you admitted you were proud of your work. And that's one of the few things most actors cannot accept," he explained to me.
"Oh," I definitely didn't expect that to be the secret. "Well, then... yay." I awkwardly headed back for my seat, which just so happened to be next to Jade again.
As Sikowitz resumed the lesson, she whispered to me, "Good job."
"Thanks," I smiled at her, and she smiled back. I'm swear, I don't think I've seen her smile since I got here. "You weren't mad at me, or anything, yesterday? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act so annoying, or anything, I-"
"No, no it's fine," her face resumed its usually bored expression, and everything was normal.
"Oh, and by the way, you should check out my locker after class," I grinned smugly, remembering the sight of my 'no-secrets' locker.
"Sure," she rolled her eyes, and turned to face the front of the classroom again.
"You know," I continued, "you're a hell of a lot better than Trina."
She wasn't facing me, but I could tell she was smiling again.
Wow. This took me forever to write. I guess this wasn't as Bade-focused as the last one, but a lot less lighter in mood.
Thanks for reading ;}
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