So I'm going to do two shots for each episode, one from Beck's POV and one from Jade's. My goal here is to keep their characters true to how they're portrayed in the episodes but give them realistic depth. So far I'm finding it's a difficult balance, but hopefully I'll get the hang of it. Anyway, enjoy!

Oh, and by the way, I forgot to do this in the first section, so here it is:

Disclaimer-The show Victorious, its characters, and its ideas belong to Dan Schneider and Nickelodeon, not myself. Any references in this chapter, the former chapter, and all chapters to come are not mine.

When I woke up the morning of the showcase, the big showcase where all the big record labels sent representatives to pick out the best talent, I knew I was screwed. My head was pounding, I felt clammy, and I had those aches you get when you have the flu. Crap. But there's no way I'm skipping this, even if I sound terrible, so I groan and roll out of bed, pulling the cover off with me. My head spins when I stand up. Not good. I make my way to the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, and swallow a few painkillers, hoping they'll get me through the day.

Beck walks into my room as I'm curling my hair. "Hey, babe. How's it going?"

I almost tell him how awful I feel but I know he'll try and make me stay home, so I suck it up and tell him I'm fine. As we're leaving the house, though, he reaches for my hand and turns me to face him. "Sure you're okay, Jade? You're being kind of quiet."

"I'm not feeling too great is all. Don't worry, I'm fine." I shrug, hoping he won't press the issue. He doesn't, but I can tell he knows I'm understating it. We get into his truck and drive towards the school. Beck's taking me because I still have two freaking weeks before I get my license and my mom's at work. My dad doesn't give a flying chiz about my life. Not that I give a flying chiz about him being at the showcase, I just hate having to rely on Beck to get anywhere.

When we arrive at HA, Beck helps carry my bags into the dressing room. "Good luck, babe. I know you'll do great," he tells me, then gives me a long kiss before heading back to the auditorium.

When Lane calls me to get in line for my performance, I'm feeling ten times worse than when I woke up. I take a few sips of water right before I walk onstage. I give it my best, but I feel like I'm going to pass out by the end. It would be my stupid luck to get sick for one of my biggest chances. I know no director looked twice at me. I pass Andre, who's getting ready to go on with Trina Vega, and he tells me I was great. "Thanks," I say. I try to smile, because Andre's actually my friend, but it comes out as more of a grimace.

I text Beck while I change out of my costume and pack my bags.

To: Beck

Get me out of here. I can't stand another second in this stupid dressing room.

I hope to God he didn't turn his phone off, because performers aren't allowed in the auditorium and if the ballerinas I'm sharing the room with don't shut up I'm going to throw up. I might throw up anyway.

To: Jadelyn

You ok?

I can't stand it that he has my name in his phone as Jadelyn. I change it every chance I get but he always changes it back and I haven't gotten a chance to bring it up yet.

To: Beck

Just hurry up.

Lane calls the ballerinas out and suddenly I'm met with a faceful of pink tulle. "Get your butt out of my face!" I yell. The girl wearing the offending tutu jumps and gives me a terrified glance as she runs out of the room. That's right. You better run.

To: Jadelyn

On my way, gorgeous. Love you. 3

I would never tell anyone, but I love when he says things like that.

Beck drops me off at home after school on Monday, and I'm feeling a little bad. Not for that Tori girl. She deserved having iced coffee dumped on her head. And if she comes back, which I doubt, she's in for it. No one goes around rubbing my boyfriend, so being the new girl doesn't give her any special right. I know Beck's upset, though. He wasn't mad at lunch, but he was quiet during the ride home and he hasn't texted me like he usually does. I decide I might as well apologize. It's not my normal approach, but if Trina's sister is at school tomorrow it'll be easier to keep Beck away from her if he's talking to me.

To: Beck

Sorry I dumped coffee on Tori's head.

To: Jadelyn

Really?

To: Beck

Really.

To: Jadelyn

Say it again.

To: Beck

No.

To: Jadelyn

Then you're not sorry.

At this point I'm ready to go hunt him down and find out why he's on her side, because it seems like only a matter of time before it's her instead of me. Tori and Beck. Beck and Tori. It sounds terrible, and it reminds me why I'm bothering to pretend to apologize. I grit my teeth and reply.

To: Beck

Yes I am. I kind of overreacted. She didn't even know you have a girlfriend, and I shouldn't have jumped on her like that. Or poured an iced latte on her head, or yelled at you during lunch. I just don't like when pretty girls are all over you like that…it's not an excuse, though. I didn't have any reason to do that.

It sounds heartfelt, and it's not complete bull. I do hate it when pretty girls are all over him.

To: Jadelyn

You're right, you didn't have any reason. But you don't need to worry, Jade. I love you, and no one's going to change that, especially not Tori.

I doubt he was thinking that when he asked if the dog could sleep in our room, but I let it go because I'm exhausted and not in the mood to yell at him.

To: Beck

Love you too. 3

I get into bed and switch off the lamp. I'm hoping Tori doesn't come back so Beck and I can both forget it ever happened when my phone buzzes again.

To: Jadelyn

If Tori's at school tomorrow you need to apologize in person.

So much for reassuring. Suddenly I'm angry, and even more tired, so I send off my usual reply and hope it blow my whole plan.

To: Beck

Whatever.

As I watch Beck and Tori after I forget to use the stupid letter F to start my sentence, I can feel everyone's eyes switching between me and the scene unfolding in front of the classroom. First I raise my eyebrows in disbelief, then I just slump back into my chair in shock. Somewhere in there I threw in an unattractive face, but anyone who was watching their boyfriend make out with some girl they barely knew right in front of them probably would. The bell rang before I could get my scissors out of my bag to stab Tori or cut off her stupid hair or whatever, so I just stormed out of the room and went to my locker, fuming. I was furious with my friends who clapped when they kissed-were they even my friends?-, and furious with Beck for actually agreeing with Tori, but most of all I was furious with Tori and her nerve. I forgave Beck because he's my boyfriend and I love him and I definitely wasn't letting anyone near him after that. But Tori was in for it. Big time.

So, how was it? Review! I like this better than the last chapter, but it's still not quite what I was aiming for, so give me feedback! I won't necessarily listen to it but it'll be taken into consideration.