Hello all! My name is andidialed911, and I am a 21 year old nursing student. This will be the first fanfiction I will have written since the age of about 16/17, and I'd like to try my hand at a Bori story . I was sick for a couple days and started watching victorious, and fell in love. Especially with beck and tori. This will be one with all the characters, but in somewhat different settings. I hope you enjoy!

Premise: Hollywoods Arts is a college, not a high school. Beck and Jade are already famous, and not exactly "close" with the gang. Beck's personality from the show will shine through in certain areas, but I will be adding some twists to his personality. Not exactly sadistic, but a little on the darker side.

I would like to make a blatant statement right now that this story WILL have a MATURE rating. While I'm going to try and make this story as good as I can and am planning on giving it a decent plotline, it will involve drinking, drugs, and a lot of sex and mature situations and language. With all that said, please enjoy:0). And REVIEW! Please:0)

"Ow!" Tori whipped her hand back and forth, as if burned.

"Did you slam your hand in your locker again?" Andre asked, blowing one of his braids out of his eyes. Tori shot him a look, and he just smiled at her. Reluctantly, she smiled back. When she was with her best friend, even his sarcastic feigning of concern was entertaining.

"Shut up," she said, playfully punching his shoulder. He ruffled her hair, and they continued down the hallway.

"I don't see the point of having a locker," Andre said, entering his passcode into his phone and checking his texts. "No other college I have heard of has lockers."

"Yeah, but we're 'special'," Tori said, throwing her fingers up and making air quote marks, "Hollywood Arts only takes 300 students a year. That's in ALL their majors."

"Says the girl who's here on a free ride."

Tori blushed a bit. Andre was the only one who knew that she was here on scholarship, which was unheard of when it came to HA. She didn't want anyone to know, because she didn't want anyone to treat her differently. But that was only one reason. Truthfully, she didn't want any extra expectations and pressures on her shoulders. She never voiced that fear, because she didn't want anyone to think she was conceited.

Andre was at HA for music, and Tori admired his skills on both guitar and keyboard. However, guitar being his true love, Andre constantly had his acoustic strapped to his back. Tori was constantly avoiding being hit. They had met the first day of freshman year two years ago in their first music class. Each student stated, and demonstrated, their major. Tori was here for vocals.

She remembered that first day, being nervous and feeling the dry rot of being breathless rising in her throat. She didn't want to mess up in front of the extremely rich and extremely talented (or both). She wanted to prove she had a right to be here. But then, she heard a slight strumming. Looking over, she saw and heard Andre playing the chord to a simple lullaby. He smiled at her, that reassuring smile that had become her rock. She recognized the tune, and she began to sing.

Tori had made a name for herself that day. Hollywood Arts was a great school in the sense that not only did it provide great classes for any student pursuing the arts, but the school provided great opportunities for their students to break into the entertainment industry. Small movie roles, internships, backup dancers, etc. And it all counted towards their college credits, which is why sometimes Tori found herself in classrooms next to up and coming stars, who came to class when they weren't pursuing their dreams.

Tori had taken part in a few small roles in acting, which was her minor, but she truly wished to break out on the music scene. Some fellow classmates of hers had taken place in broadway productions, television roles, and duets with some up and coming singers. Her friend Robbie teased her, calling her "choosy." But she truly did want to wait for the perfect fit, and the only things she was willing to accept were the things that were appealing to her. Her acting professor, Sikowitz, once said something along the lines of, "Do what speaks to you." Well, that's what she was doing.

"Earth to Tori," Andre said, waving a hand in front of her face. "Victoria Vega, come in."

Tori blinked. They'd somehow made it to their acting class. She honestly didn't remember ever leaving the courtyard.

"Holy…." Tori didn't even finish her sentence, instead bringing her hands to her face and slapping herself on the forehead. "When did we get here?"

"Just in time."

Tori and Andre turned around to Cat's high-pitched voice, her signature giant smile plastered across her face. Robbie smiled awkwardly, being that she was dragging him behind her. They were usually always late, but since they had moved in together off campus, that had been happening a lot more lately. Not that Sikowitz cared. Sticking out of Robbie's backpack was Rex, the ventriloquist puppet he used at his job at the puppet theater down the street. The puppet had basically become one of the group, and Tori couldn't help but shake her head. She loved her friends.

"Everyone settle down," Sikowitz yelled over his students' individual conversations. "Settle, settle. Today we're going to be doing…a script writing exercise!"

The collected amount of groans from his students didn't phase Sikowitz. It didn't seem to phase Robbie either.

"You know," he said, turning to face Tori and Andre, who sat behind him, "I'm really looking forward to this. I've been brainstorming a lot of ideas lately."

"It's true, he has," Cat confirmed, nodding enthusiastically.

"It's going to be the semester project," Sikowitz continued. "The way I see it, your midterm will be presenting me with a script. Nothing too extravagant, but the rough draft WILL be due at that time. Final projects will be the hard copy of the script, and the spring continuation of this class will end with you acting it out. That's your year, that's your grade."

"This is an acting class," a student in the back complained. "Why do we have to write our own scripts?"

"Without scripts there would be no acting!" Sikowitz exclaimed. "Without scripts there would be no passion to feed from. Seeing a script is the first step into becoming someone else."

The whole class quieted. Sometimes, their professor made the transition from basket case to prodigy so quickly that it made their heads spin.

"Of course, no project is complete without throwing a slight wrench in the cogs." He reached behind him and pulled out two top hats, one black and one red. Andre raised his eyebrow.

"From one hat, you will choose the theme for which you will write your play," he gave the black hat a little shake. "From the other, you will choose your partner."

An immediate stream of protests followed his statement.

"Stop, stop!" Sikowitz said. "I understand that some of you play better with others, but the fact is that this is a very tiny, close knit college. I know all of you have spoken to every single person sitting in here at one point or another. No excuses, no reassignments. Now," he said, making a line in the middle of the classroom and pointing to the side that contained Tori and her friends, "This half gets the honor of the choosing. There's an even number of you, so it will be a pair to each theme." And with that, it was done. Sikowitz made a list of names, tore them up, put them in the hat, and sent it around.

Tori placed her head on the desk, dreading sticking her hand inside that hat. With her luck, she'd end up getting her ex-boyfriend, Rider, or someone else she couldn't stand and actively avoided. She felt Andre's reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Don't sweat it, Tori," he said. "There's a chance you'll pick someone you like. Like me."

"Or me," Cat said. "Or Robbie. Or Rex."

"Rex doesn't count, Cat," Tori groaned, sitting up to look up at her. Cat giggled, her breath engulfing Tori's face. Tori's wrinkled her nose and sniffed.

"Cat," Tori said, half exasperated, half amused. "What did I tell you about smoking pot before class?" Cat immediately turned pink.

"Robbie's anxiety was really bad this morning," she protested, shooting her boyfriend a pointed look to keep his mouth shut. "He was talking through Rex again."

"My therapist says it's normal to regress sometimes," Robbie protested. He hadn't been actively talking out of Rex since their freshman year, but ever since they moved in together Cat had been trying to stop it, saying that his addiction to his doll was unhealthy. Tori couldn't help but smile at the irony. The one with addictive personality wasn't Robbie, but the cute little red head sitting in the row in front of her.

Andre grabbed Cat's chin playfully and sniffed at her breath as well. He smiled.

"Is that the strawberry stuff the guy from the dorms was selling?"

"No, it's better," Cat peeped up excitedly. "It's called raspberry lemonade. We have some at home, you and Tori should come over after school!"

"Hell yeah, I'm in," Andre said, leaning back in his chair.

"Me too," Tori shrugged, feeling like she would not mind getting high today. Especially with the bombshell of this final project.

"Ahem."

Tori looked up to see Robbie holding out the hat to her. She glanced at Andre and Cat, who both had slips of paper in their hands already. Reluctantly, she stuck her hand in both the red had and the black hat and then passed them along.

"Baby," Cat pouted, throwing her arms around Robbie's neck. "We aren't partnered together."

"We wouldn't have been," Robbie told her, "We were on the same side of the room." Cat grabbed the slips of paper from Robbie's hand.

"I can fix that!"

Before Robbie could protest, Cat bounded to the front of the classroom to talk to their professor. Andre, behind him, let out a long sigh.

"I got romance. I have to write a romantic script with…" Andre glanced at his other piece of paper, a slight frown crossing his features. "Jade West? THE Jade West?" Robbie let out a gasp of his own.

"Jade hasn't even been in school for the past year."

"I know," Andre said, slapping the desk. "Not since she got signed to be on that new show. There's no WAY I'm doing this project by myself. Isn't this bullshit, Tori?"

But Tori hadn't heard him. She was having similar conflicting thoughts in her own mind. Her partner was also not a regular attendee of their class. Staring down at the slips of paper, Tori made out the word 'tragedy' in her professor's untidy scrawl. She would be writing a tragedy, and she would be writing it with Beck Oliver.

"Beck Oliver?" Robbie asked, throwing his backpack down on the couch as they entered his and Cat's apartment. Andre followed close behind him, then Tori, and then Cat, who was turning in circles and humming a happy tune. Citing Robbie's therapy sessions as concern for "conflicting interests" (whatever that meant), she had managed to get Sikowitz to allow them to be partners. But after that, their teacher slammed an iron fist down on the desk. No more switching of partners.

"Yeah, Beck Oliver," Tori said, plopping her stuff down on the couch with an extra force behind it. "The guy who's been all over the television lately."

"Wasn't he in that movie The Playboy Diaries?" Cat asked, rushing past to the kitchen to grab herself a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Yeah, he played the younger version of the main character," Andre said, taking the water from Cat's hands and helping himself to it. Cat pouted, but chose to get herself another bottle instead. "He was good. Really good."

"He's always been really good," Tori said.

"Then why are you so upset he's your partner?" Cat asked, digging through her purse and pulling out a pack of menthol light cigarettes.

"I thought you quit?" Tori asked dryly.

"Why ARE you so upset Tori?" Andre asked, stealing a cigarette from Cat's pack as well. "He's a nice guy, and I can vouch for that."

"Stop taking my stuff!" Cat protested, snatching back her hand. Robbie chose this moment to peek his head out of the kitchen.

"Hey guys?" he called. "Do you wanna roll some joints or do you just wanna use a bowl?"

"Let's use a bowl," Andre said. "There's too many of us and rolling takes longer."

"Let's use my new one!" Cat exclaimed, grabbing Tori's hand. "It's in the room."

Tori allowed herself to be drug through the tiny hallway to the bedroom Cat and Robbie shared. Though, you wouldn't know it; Cat's personality was everywhere. Their walls were white with stickers of cupcakes all over them, and they had red drawers with glitter. Secretly, Tori knew Robbie didn't mind at all. He'd been chasing Cat for a long time. He'd let her paint him and dress him up if she wanted to. Tori made a mental note never to make that suggestion. She knew Cat would love it.

Cat pulled out a metal card case and dumped out a small bag. Before she knew it, Cat was breaking out two small white lines of cocaine.

"I thought you guys used that stuff already?" Tori asked, eyeing the precision with which the hyper girl shaped the lines straight.

"Robbie and I bought this for that party last week, but before that he saw his shrink, and he told him to lay off the uppers because of his anxiety."

Cat was now rolling up a dollar bill, but continued speaking. "I don't want it to go to waste. Want a line?"

"We're about to get high, I don't like mixing uppers and downers." Cat gave her a knowing look. Tori sighed, taking the dollar bill from her and relenting.

"How long has it been?" Cat asked as Tori inhaled the white powder off the table. Handing Cat back the dollar bill, she held her head back, relishing the feeling. When she opened her eyes, everything seemed a little brighter.

"Since before me and Rider broke up," Tori responded, a slight croak in her voice. Coke always did that to her. Cat sniffed her own line off the table, coughing a bit as she came up.

"I know that was hard Tori, but this is a brand new school year!" Cat exclaimed, dusting off the desk and hiding the evidence. "Brand new classes, brand new projects, brand new everything! And you get to work with a super famous actor, too!"

"Yeah, if he's ever there."

After Sikowitz found out that Andre and Tori had pulled their two famous, and yet virtually nonexistent classmates from the hat, he had explained to them that he would be getting in touch with Beck and Jade within the week to tell them about the project. There was no reassignment. But Sikowitz assured them that even though their two classmates were on the up and coming, they were still students of Hollywood Arts and still required to complete their schoolwork as guidelines showed.

"Is that why you're upset?" Cat asked, hiding the card case and pulling out and intricately blown glass bowl. "Because you feel like your gonna end up doing the project alone?"

"Well yeah," Tori answered. "I didn't really know Beck in school." In fact, Tori didn't think she had caught even a glimpse of Beck since their freshman year. He had always been in and out, acting on the latest thing he could find. He had been Andre's best friend as they were growing up, and even Andre hadn't really spoken to him within the past three months. Tori also knew Andre's partner, Jade West, was Beck's girlfriend. Tori was a little more familiar with her, having gotten into several arguments with her over the past couple of years. She was truly…Tori couldn't think of any better word then to call her a bitch. But ever since she had been casted in the latest gothic themed show on television, Tori hadn't really seen her. She couldn't say she was sorry about that.

"I remember Beck," Cat said. "He was really nice. Don't worry."

"Yeah, don't worry."

Andre appeared in the doorway, startling both Cat and Tori.

"Would you two please come out here with that bowl already? Robbie's getting antsy." Cat shuffled out quickly, a laughing Tori following closely behind.

"Beck? BECK!"

Beck Oliver picked his head up off the table in his dressing room, surprised to see his girlfriend standing there with two cups of coffee in her hands.

"What are you doing here?"

Jade raised an eyebrow. "You asked me to bring you some coffee on my way to the set, remember?"

Beck shook his head, rubbing his eyes. He honestly hadn't remembered asking, but took the coffee from her hands gratefully. He took a sip and tried not to grimace. Jade never made his coffee right.

"You shouldn't be drinking so much, babe," she said, planting a kiss on his lips. She tasted like cigarettes, and Beck bit back a comment. She had been trying to quit, he knew, so he wanted to be supportive. He hated the taste, though.

"I didn't mean to go that far, but it was a good after party," Beck replied, thinking back to the night previous. His director was shouting praises to all his actors, clapping Beck on the back and telling him how he was going places. It was a warm, but empty feeling, as Beck had choked down shots of tequila. Really good, really expensive, and really potent tequila. He had been hugging the toilet since five AM.

"Did you get that email from Sikowitz?" Jade asked, oblivious to the fact that Beck felt like death warmed up. He hugged his abdomen, fighting the bile that was trying to work his way up his throat.

"What email?" Beck asked, taking another sip of his coffee and wincing.

"Obviously you haven't," Jade said, rolling her eyes. "Our projects for our acting class. It's writing a script with a partner and then acting it out by spring." Jade took a sip of her coffee and smiled, and Beck couldn't help but be jealous. He wished his coffee was as enjoyable.

"Okay," Beck said, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm guessing you want to be patners?"

"No," Jade said, surprising Beck with the snarl that only came out when she was angry. "Our partners were already picked, and we have to contact them sometime this week or we'll get points deducted from our grade."

Beck groaned a bit. He knew school was important, but working with a total stranger did not appeal to him. He barely knew his classmates anymore; he hadn't been in school for a while. At least not physically. Jade continued on her tirade.

"I got paired with Andre Harris, and we have to write a comedy." His best friend's name made Beck's ears perk up.

"You got paired with Andre? That's awesome!" Jade shot him a look.

"So you'd rather me work with Andre than you?"

"Jade, don't," Beck said, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. Some of the comments she made sometimes were just ridiculous.

"Fine, I'm late anyway," Jade said, coming forward and placing a quick peck on his lips before walking out the door.

"Who am I paired with?" Beck called after her.

"I don't know, check your e-mail," she called over her shoulder, door slamming with a loud thud. Beck winced; he couldn't handle loud noises just yet.

Knowing his coffee was a lost cause, Beck threw it in the trash and started a walk to the bagel shop across the street to get a new one.

"I'll be back in five minutes," Beck called out to his stage manager, who gave him a curt nod and went back to talking to another actor. The California sun was beautiful, but Beck's hangover kept him from appreciating this beautiful day. Entering the shop across the street, Beck gave the barista his order. Noticing she was squinting at him as if trying to recognize him, Beck quickly put on his sunglasses. Though he'd always been conscious about appreciating his fans, today he was just not in the mood.

While waiting, Beck pulled out his phone to check his email.

Project, huh?

Sure enough, there was the e-mail Jade had spoken of, explaining all the guidelines and goals of the project. Not being in the mood to exactly explore it all just now, Beck scrolled to the bottom, and raised his eyebrow at the familiar name.

Theme: Tragedy

Partner: Tori Vega

I think this is the part where I ask you guys to please review and tell me if you like it or hate it? Please let me know!