A/N:

I've never written Victorious fanfic before, but lately I have been reading quite a bit - especially Bori fics and have been rewatching the entire series from the Pilot. As many of you feel, I believe Beck has much more chemistry with Tori rather than with Jade (who I do love). There are a number of moments in particular - The kiss in the Pilot episode, the way Beck grabs Tori's hand in "The Breakfast Bunch" when they are running with their taco's from the vice principle, and there's a look he gives her during the song in "April Fool's Blank" when she grabs him and Andre to her. Yeah... I wouldn't mind Avan Jogia looking at me like that!

So... this is MY version. Yes, they're in school, but it's set in the UK and is kinda AU. They're not going to be performers - but there will be some singing and acting in a way.

I have noticed there have been many recent Victorious stories posted, so I'm not expecting many reviewers or anything, but if anyone does read it, I hope you enjoy!

It Started With Coffee...

Chapter One

Tori POV:

The first day of a new school year and I couldn't decide what to wear. Attending a new school in the heart of London after having grown up in the midlands scared the hell out of me. Was I going to fit in or make friends? It was bad enough that my sister, Trina, had already been going there for a year thanks to moving with our dad when he got started in his new job. Mum wanted me to finish up the school year in my old school while she sold our house.

Trina and I used to be really close, but since she'd been living in London, she'd changed. . . Her attitude had gotten way out of control and she was all about designer clothes and pretty boys. It made me determined not to have the same thing happen to me.

I missed my friends, particularly Sandy, the girl I'd grown up with. She'd been my best friend for twelve years and had been through everything with me. My first period, first bra, and first kiss with Sean McMichael. We spent every Friday night in my room, tucked up under my duvet talking about our lives.

The day I found out we were moving, I cried for three hours on her shoulder. I didn't want to leave her and our other friends. We made the most of the time we had and made promises to stay connected via The Slap and text. Two weeks after the end of term, Mum and me finally packed up the rest of our stuff into a van and made the two hour drive into London. Sandy sent me a message that evening as I unpacked my room to let me know that Sean had asked her out and they were going on a date.

I wasn't sure how I felt about my best friend and my ex getting together, but considering I wasn't there anymore, there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was send her a message back wishing them well, even if I didn't mean it.

"Hey baby sister." Trina stuck her head round my door.

"Hey Treen." I sat on my bed, leaning back against the wall behind it.

"What's up?" I watched her walk in, dressed up, ready to go out with her friends. Sky high heels and skin tight jeans – definitely dressed to impressed.

"You look nice." I ignored her question.

"I know." She did a twirl for me, her face lit up with her smile. "We're going out to this really cute pub that Mark found. Mark was the guy that Trina was crazy about and determined to get to notice her.

"That's great." I kind of wanted her to invite me, but at the same time, I just wanted to get my things sorted and mope around.

"I guarantee Mark will love me in these jeans. Look how great my arse looks in them." She turned to show me, getting a little too close for my liking. "And these boots make my legs look amazing!"

"They sure do. You better get going, don't want to give Mark a chance to notice someone else." Panic flashed across Trina's face.

"Shit, I better get going. Love ya." Blowing a kiss and flashing me a smile, she was gone, leaving me with the lingering smell of her favourite perfume. Since that night, we hardly saw each other and never hung out.

Finally, I settled on my favourite skinny jeans, loose fitting sweatshirt, and my converse. That'll have to do. I thought to myself as I ran my fingers through my hair and checked my make up. Physically, I was ready, I wasn't quite sure about mentally.

It wasn't far to walk to school, and the weather was pretty good, so I took my time. Trina had left fifteen minutes before me, meeting up with her friends and leaving me behind. The closer I got, the more nervous I got, and I wanted to put off arriving. I spotted a small coffee shop, but when I saw the huge queue, I decided to give it a miss and carried on to school. The building was huge. There was no way I would be able to find my way round the place, especially without my sister holding my hand.

Eventually, I managed to locate the office where I was given my timetable and because of the size of the school, a locker combination – something I'd only seen on American TV shows, and a map of the building.

With the map shoved in front of my face, I set off through the mazelike corridors to try and find my locker. Apparently, it was supposed to be right next to my first class, English.

"234. . . 234. . ." I muttered to myself as I dodged through the building crowd around me. I finally located my locker and began to input my combination for the lock before dumping my bag inside. I checked the time on my pearphone to see I had five minutes to get to my first class of the day.

Checking my map, I realised the room I needed was near enough right behind me. I approached it nervously, turned the handle to walk inside. Just as I pushed the door open, I swung my bag back onto my shoulder.

"Ooof." A distinctly male voice groaned from behind me. I spun round to be faced with a retro band tshirt covered in what looked like coffee.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry. Here, let me wipe it off." I covered my hand with my cardigan sleeve and began rubbing the stain furiously. "Look, it's coming out."

"You might be making it worse actually." I heard his words, but kept rubbing it anyway, determined to get rid of the growing wet patch.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing, rubbing my boyfriend?" I flipped round to see I was being glared at by a goth girl. I looked from her to the guy who's chest I still rested my hand on and the first thought that made it's way through my mind was How did she get him?

Thoughts?