"This has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life. Ever."

"C'mon, you're the one who wanted a new boyfriend."

Jade, Cat, and Tori were all at Tori's house. When Jade, rather unwillingly and as a "last resort," told Tori about her need for a new boyfriend, the brunette suggested posting a video on an online dating website.

After countless hours of begging, and with the help of a certain red head, she finally got Jade to agree to it.

Now, as she sits in a chair in front of a pear pad video camera, she regrets accepting the plan so, very much.

"You have to smile," Cat prodded Jade, "c'mon. Pretend you're saying the word feet in your head, but instead you're not actually saying the word. Just mouthing it." She smiled and blinked.

"Okayy.. do you know what to say?" Tori asked, getting ready to record.

"Whatever. Let's get on with it."

"Alrighty." Beep. Thumbs up.

"Hi. I'm Jade West. I hate people and happiness. There are very few things I like. One of them is scissors, and seeing people get hurt." Grin.

Pause.

"Aaaaaaaaaand that's a wrap," Tori clicked the button again. "Don't you think you want to be a little lesss….. scarier?"

"Like this," Cat grinned, "Hi. My name is Jade West. I like ponies and sparkles and watching sophisticated people twist their mustaches because it makes them look smart."

She laughed, they stared.

"What, is that only me?"

Jade shrugged, "Forget it, it's not going to work." She got up from her chair and plopped on the couch.

"Uhm, did you have any admirers at school? Maybe you can get to know them more," Tori asked, walking over to Jade.

Jade paused, deep in thought.

"Well, there is this one guy."

Tori's face lit up as she clapped her hands together, "That's great, who?!"

"William Grant."

Tori's jaw dropped.

"THE William Grant?" Tori asked, voice filled with shock.

"The one and only."

"B-but how? He's like, one of the hottest guys in school! Untouchable!"

"I thought he was gay," Cat chipped in. Both girls looked at her questioningly. "What? He never dated anyone, so I thought, you know…"

Tori averted her gaze back to Jade, "Anyways, how? What?!"

"He was a childhood friend of mine," Jade explained, "he was like creepily in love with me. Confessed in freshman year. Said no, 'cause I was already kind of with Beck. He got a total makeover, became a chick magnet, never talked to me since."

Tori gaped in response. "How do you know he still likes you?!"

"I can still catch him staring at me in Math."

"Haha, once I tried to teach my dog how to do math," Cat's smile faded, "it didn't work."

Tori raised her eyebrows, "Cat, did you really think your- you know what, never mind."

"But I don't want to do it," Jade said silently, staring at the ceiling as she leaned her had against the back of the couch.

"Why not?! It would totally make Beck want you-"

Glare.

"Not that you would want Beck to notice, of course. Yeah, uhm, William would totally make a great boyfriend."

Jade sighed, deep in thought, "I just can't do that to Will."

Tori and Cat stared in silence. Jade? Being considerate of someone else's feelings?

"Look, I have to go," Jade got up and grabbed her purse, heading for the door. She jerked it open, then paused. "And… thanks. I guess."

The door slammed behind her.

Jade's POV

William Grant. We were childhood friends, meeting at the age of 7. People would isolate me in elementary school because I always said mean things to them. But hey, I spoke the truth. Kathy Jensen DID have a nose the size of my Aunt's icky wart. Shiver.

Anyways, William was pretty much alone, too. Believe it or not, he was a pretty ugly looking kid. And no one would want to hang with him. Not even me. Well, it's not like I really cared for friends at that point.

So, there I was, sitting on the grass alone at recess, when this ugly kid sat next to me.

"What do you want?"

"T-T-To be friends!" He shoved a flimsy almost dead daisy in my hand and shut his eyes tight.

I stared down at it, "And why would I want to be friends with you?"

"C-cuz I won't take no for an answer!"

So for the rest of our friendship years, he was my personal slave. Just kidding. Sort of.

But bottom line is, we were good friends.

'Till Beck came along.

"Hi, I'm Beck. Beck Oliver." Smile.

"…Jade, Jade West."

Glares from a distance.

Bada bing, bada bang. The rest was history.

But why I'm knocking on the door of William Grant's house, I don't know.

"I need a favor."

And wala, here I am, walking through the doors of Hollywood Arts with my new boycandy, Beck glaring as we walked by, slamming his locker rather loudly.

And hey, I sure did feel good.