Victorious, At Last Chapter 1: Prologue, a victorious fanfic | FanFiction
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Beck O., Jade W. I just started writing stories for Victorious, hope you guys like them! Sorry if. How did Beck and Jade really meet and fall in love? So I was watching Victorious on my drab old couch, bored out of my mind, and it was the. Login | Sign UpFanFiction | unleash your imagination TV ShowsVictorious How Beck and Jade met and what made there relationship so strong and Okay I realize Beck and Jade are over but I really wanted to make this.
Robbie opened his mouth and closed it again, probably not wanting to admit that they were, in fact, the same person. You have to ask her out by the end of this week. And if you lose…" "Which I won't. We don't want your money. I liked you a lot better then.
And that means no more talking to them for the rest of the year any more than what's absolutely necessary for school.
What if they won't go away? It had actually happened to him more than once.
This wasn't going to be easy, but he knew he could charm his way to the ice queen's heart eventually. Even if she preferred the ladies…and she might; her screenname was ScissorLuv after all. But still, he'd made a lesbian go straight for him once, and he could do it again.
He didn't know why his friends had bothered making that bet in the first place; they had to know they would just lose money. Girls never said no to Beck. He never even had to ask. Might as well make some extra cash. He grinned as he thought of how he would spend his thirty—no, forty bucks. Then it hit him. He had to do it by the end of this week.
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He would need more time than that to win over a tough girl like Jade. And now it was lunchtime on Monday, so he knew he knew he wouldn't see her for the rest of the day. They only had one class together—playwriting—and that was second hour. He'd already lost a day! He ran a hand through his thick, black hair, exasperated. Tomorrow for second hour, he would have to bring his A-game. So I know Beck's being cocky and out of character, but I figured he was like that before he met Jade, and maybe Jade took his ego down a notch or two.
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Starts off from Jade's p. So because of that, I'm trying to find something else that will work that wouldn't be too confusing. Bars don't seem to work either. Any and all suggestions would be appreciated haha. Prologue So it was a Monday. The first Monday that I actually listened to my mom and her halfhearted suggestions for me to do something she approved of. It was the start of auditions for a school play. A drama, of course. I don't didn't do humor or high-strung forbidden romance chiz. A drama, the perfect setting for me; dark, dreary atmosphere most of the time with just barely a glimmer of joy and humor and, if even relevantly possible, hope.
This should be a piece of cake, right? A piece of cake up until, of course, who I was supposed to read with was announced. But I'm getting a little but ahead of myself. Not that I care, I already know what happens. So I guess I'm just gonna have to re-tell it. Like I've already said, it was a Monday. The beginning of the week. The beginning of going back to that boring piece of seclusion and confinement for 6 hours of my life every day after 2 blissful days of doing whatever the heck I want.
My mom hadn't made breakfast, as usual, so I grabbed a slightly rotting apple from the dusty bowl on the table, threw my bag over my shoulder, and ventured out into the world after a quick, tart goodbye tossed towards the general direction of wherever my mom should be.
I shoved myself into my car and drove to school, the idea of trying out for the school play bouncing around in my head like a loose bolt. Everything was so precisely kept together in my mind. It had to be. But that one little idea that seemed so vaguely out of the ordinary just wouldn't get in its respective place, behind the wall built in my mind clearly labeled "Things I Honestly Couldn't Care Less About".
Sighing, I took a quick, careless glance at my appearance and dragged myself out of my car and into the barrier some called 'Hollywood Arts'. I called it prison. Assertively nudging and pushing my way through the crowd of ignorant and sickeningly perky sea of students, I passed one face that caught my attention.
For what reason, I hadn't a clue, and I didn't really care. But it still got to me. He met my gaze as I strode by, and kept it.
He had long black hair, a nice face, brown eyes and tan skin. A guy near him who I assumed was his friend called him 'Beck'. Mentally shaking myself from my uncharacteristic interest, I tore my eyes away from his unexplainably entrancing eyes and continued my way to my locker. Opening it wide—and nearly hitting a kid in the head with the door, much to my satisfaction—I looked myself over routinely in the mirror and dug through the abyss of books and small instruments for whatever it was I was looking for.
I didn't really think about what I did anymore; I subconsciously knew what classes I had next, and my hands searched for them zombie-like. But when I turned my head back in the general direction of the mirror attached to the inside of my drably painted door, I saw in the background that Beck guy was staring at me.
His eyes seemed to go wide for a second as he realized he was caught red-handed, and I huffed angrily and whipped around.