I swear there is something wrong with me... So this is a story actually posted originally on AO3 and I figured I should share it here...you know, with my other stories. Don't worry, I'm smart. And, just to tell you, updates won't be as frequent for this story.

Hope you enjoy!

:)

No One's Perspective-

Pair by pair the students shuffled forward, each holding an electronic baby in their grasp. A man sat on his small stage, cross-legged, with his grey, flaming hair coming in tuffs around his ears. "Alright, pass," he flicked his eyes over the digital numbers on the baby's back, "Take your seat now Cat, Jonathan."

The redhead remained, dark eyes on the baby. "Can I keep Gilmore?"

"Gilmore? That's what- no, I need it for another thing," Sikowitz shook his head, dismissing the bubbly girl. He nodded briefly as she took her seat, another baby to his arms. He smirked at it's baggy pants, flipping it over. "A ninety-three, not bad," his blue eyes flicked towards the two boys. "Both pass with an 'A' boys," he grinned, sending both Beck and Andre off to their own seats. As the musician folded his arms, joining the conversation between Cat, Robbie and another, the teacher stared dumbly at the new baby in his hands. He twirled it around, the fluffy skirt getting caught in his fingers before his eyes landed on a fine, bolded '74.' "What happened girls?" he asked quietly, glancing up at the two.

Tori stood, swaying calmly with her arms clutching each other, dark eyes glaring at the illuminated numbers. Jade, on the other hand, almost smirked, her pale eyes flickering between the baby and the half-Latina beside her. "A lot of fun," and "Jade dumped her in the bath for an hour" came at the same time.

"I was giving it a bath," the goth snarled, eyes piercing through dark ones.

"Head first?" Tori sneered, "That's not taking a bath that's drowning it!" Jade merely scoffed, shaking her head. "What?"

Her cold gaze drew to the Vega's, her lips forming, "It was being loud."

"And drowning it was going to make it quiet?" the half-Latina hissed, fists shaking.

"QUIET BOTH OF YOU!" The whole class jumped out of their seats, heads spinning wildly while gazes locked on to the now grumpy man. "You two should have gotten at least a ninety-five on this project because- ah!" his index held up, promptly cutting Jade across, "You two are playing a couple on a play, better yet the play that is going to be presented online, on TV and in front of the board of directors for this school! We can not have you two arguing like little pansies because you act like you don't like each other."

"We don't," both snapped stubbornly in unison.

The teacher closed his eyes, grateful for the fact he had made the two girls wait at the end of the line. "I doubt that was the only problem," he whispered carefully, his eyes blinking open. "Now, you two will be taking 'F's for the semester, thus making you redo your senior year, if you do not play a believable couple. You've done it once before last year and I know you can do it again. Why didn't this project work?"

"I didn't like the name Vega chose for it," Jade growled.

"What was wrong with Betty?"

"Everything!"

"Enough!" the teacher snapped sourly, "Give me an actual definition, would you try and drown the baby behind Tori's back if it was alive-" He froze in his gesture, a crooked smile forming along his lips. He flicked his gaze between the two before ordering, "You two, sit down over there." Hesitantly, the two stepped over towards the front chairs, Jade glancing back at Beck who shrugged. "I'm going to start the lesson and you two better listen and pay attention. No arguing, no bickering, no sign of anything... I got to think."

"Okay..." the goth drawled as the half-Latina shifted her gaze to the side, biting her bottom lip nervously. Right in the boot that almost brushed her own - she knew - were a shiny pair of scissors. And so the teacher spoke, droning on and on through the introduction, occasionally pausing once or twice. Tori paid no mind; not that she didn't want to but the proximity that Jade was in with her made her feel uncomfortable. While the teacher's antics throughout were interesting, his voice merely sloshed through her mind only to slither back out the other ear.

However, it was only until an air horn was brought out, blasting noisily throughout the room. "Next time, Andre, do you want a pillow to rest on?" Sikowitz smirked, his voice playfully mocking.

"Yes please," was the reply before a pillow smacked into the musician's face. "Ow! Oh, thanks," came a grin as he snuggled into it.

Rolling his eyes, the teacher continued on with the lesson. "Now, it's important that you identify with your own reactions to situations and put it into your character. If your character did something that was drastically different from your personality, then you have to go through with it. But, if there is no guidelines other than 'she's mean' or 'he's a nerd,' then your traits can flood into your character smoothly, giving the character more of a personality." Sikowitz, nodded just as the bell rang, dismissing the class. "Ah, ah, ah you two! Stay put."

As Jade groaned, exasperated, pale eyes lingering towards the door, the Vega asked, "Why do you-"

"Oh what do you think little ol' Toro you?" He rolled his eyes at her gaping jaw and studded raised brow. "Look, you two better be in one car and follow me after school. Got it? If we get to the secrety-licraty -" he twiddled his fingers excitedly "- place that I have in mind and both of you aren't getting out of one car, you're both redoing senior year. Got it?"

"O-okay?" Jade furrowed her brows, "When are we going to-"

"Five minutes once school is dismissed," he cut across before skipping towards the door, hands behind his back. "And girls," he twisted around, the door knob in his grasp, "You should be rehearsing for that play."

"But it's in a month," Jade moaned, snatching her bag from the floor before heading out the door, the half-Latina following with her own sort of grumbles.

. . .

"Wait, wait... Cut!" he barked from the seats before the stage. "Girls, it still look fake, it feels like plastic, it- it even sounds mechanical!" Pale eyes tore away from dark rust, her hands flicking her raven hair from her face, picking herself up to stand.

"Why the hell are we skipping to the stage instead of reading the script then?" she barked impatiently, striding away as Tori growled, shuffling without any help to her own feet.

Sikowitz growled, rubbing his forehead as the man beside him shook his head. "We already worked on that for a few days and you did fine! Why can't you act like a genuine couple again? I picked you two based on what I saw last year! Mr. Walter, Mrs. Nancy, do you want to file for a divorce?"

"Yes!" the goth snapped, "Mr. Mason, the only reason why we were fine was because she fell asleep half the time." Tori nodded in a silent agreement at the forward gesture towards her, the balding man sighing.

"That and they're together nearly every class this year-"

"Every class," Jade interrupted.

"Really? Huh," the teacher furrowed his brows. "You're new here Clark, this -" he pointed at the two with his index and middle fingers on his right hand "- isn't new."

"I don't care!" the man stomped furiously, taking his signature fedora off with a huff. "I've seen these two's potential and if they don't get it right by the time the performance is done we will have a terrible review on the school that won't let loose until this freshmen are seniors!" Quickly, he hopped onto the stage, situating his black hat back on his red locks with a stern gaze. "You two have the whole school on your shoulders-"

"And the rest of the cast," the goth bickered back.

"Jade, shut it," Tori growled warningly, immediately snapping Jade's jaws together.

Clark pursed his lips, momentarily thankful for the Vega's ability to bicker back against the thespian. "Yes, the rest of the cast as well," he admitted, "But the story is centered around two couples, one of which is you two ladies. You literally have the school on your shoulders because yours is supposed to have more emotion while the other is just a fling, got it?"

"Fine," Jade mumbled as Tori sighed, "Alright."

The director flicked his blue eyes down at his watch, scowling momentarily. "Girls, the bell rings in five minutes. You better get going now, we don't have time," he murmured wearily, hearing two pairs of steps make their way quickly towards their bags and out the Black Box Theatre's doors. "Are you sure you know what you're doing Sikowitz?"

The man nodded with a quiet grin across his lips. "Yes, I think I know enough about them now...I've pushed a little bit before and they've cracked, I don't see why they wouldn't now," he answered with a noisy sip of a coconut.

"Why do you drink that?" Mr. Mason rolled his eyes, cringing at the straw's restless call.

"It's good for the heart Clark, I'd think you would want to start based on your high blood pressure," he clapped his shoulder, striding towards the double doors.

Furrowing his brows, the director lifted his gaze. "I don't have high blood pressure..."

"All redheads do," Sikowitz grinned leaving with the door closing behind.

Scratching the greying stubble along his jaw, Clark muttered, "But my sister doesn't...and she's a redhead." The bell rang through his thoughts, abruptly startling him before he calmed his rushing heart. "Maybe I do..." Mr. Mason sighed hesitantly, chewing the inside of his cheek before setting off towards the main hall. Students cycled in and out, grabbing their books and such from their lockers before heading outside. A group of girls giggled as they went, occasionally looking along the road for any cars - which there were many - moving about, heading in various directions for their Tuesday evening activities.

As they strode past the parked cars, grazing along the hoods with their fingertips, they still talked and babbled.

"Get your hands off my car!" Jade barked from the inside of hers, Tori giving a quick, apologetic smile as one of the blondes leapt from the black hood.

"You know," the half-Latina started, feeling the black Avista Buick rumble as the engine spurred to life, "you don't have to be so ganky all the time."

"This car took a while to save up for, don't tell me that I can't snap at people for rubbing their asses all over it."

"They weren't-"

Pale eyes shot towards Tori, eyebrow raised. "They might as well have." Dark eyes glanced over the interior, her thoughts growing in wonder. She never did manage to find any time to save up for anything such as this, even if her own car had taken a lot of time an energy. Her hand brushed over the fine, black leather of the side doors, the interior lined with silver - though she doubted it was actual silver - the small little details would take her a week to save up for each.

"So..." she started softly, picking up Jade's cold gaze from her fingernails, "How long did it take you to save up for this?"

"Summer and fall break," she muttered simply, "Though I had to work overtime for it."

"That's still not a long time," the half-Latina noted.

The goth shook her head, admitting, "My family really already had the money but I wanted to get most of it covered without touching too much of my allowance." She turned towards the exit of the parking lot, catching the sight of a familiar car. "Sikowitz," she growled, pulling out of the space and then following the red jeep out. The Vega flicked her gaze around the car, still stunned by the luxury. Perhaps it wasn't the best thing she's seen on TV though it was certainly different in real life.

'Perhaps this is Jade's life though,' her thoughts hammered.

Clearing her throat, the Vega asked, "What do you think Sikowitz will make us do?"

The wheels turned a corner, Jade mumbling after, "Dunno. Make us go on a date? Spend the night? Something retarded."

"You think that it has something to do with the play?" Tori thought aloud.

"No shit," the thespian commented. "Where the hell are we going?"

The half-Latina only shrugged, pursing her lips with dark eyes on the floor. "Uh...maybe he'll make us do a trust exercise like fall into each other's arms off a building or something," she reasoned quietly.

"Really? Would you honestly risk your life with the hopes that I'd catch you?" Jade snorted, gripping the wheel tightly as Sikowitz turned further into a more sketchy neighborhood. "The fuck is he taking us to a dump for?" she scowled under her breath, eyes darting along the road. Fences lined the sidewalks along with smaller houses and run-down shops. The barriers were cheap with dead cars against them, windows cracked and tires stolen.

"Now I'm getting a bit worried," Tori breathed, her eyes following the red jeep, "He better not just leave us here or something."

"Maybe the milk in his coconut was too sour today," came a growl beside the half-Latina; she couldn't argue with it in all honesty. "Is that- is that the pound?" she asked, leaning forward once Sikowitz drove up to a parking lot.

Tori groaned as their own set of wheels rolled in. "He better not be doing what I think he's doing." Within minutes, after the two scrambled out of the car, jogging across the lot to find their acting teacher with open arms at the front of a sign. In bolded letters it read, 'LOS ANGELES ANIMAL CARE & CONTROL.'

"What the hell are we doing here?" Jade barked.

"We," he grinned toothily, "Are getting you two a dog."

"My parents won't be happy about that," the Vega replied, Jade crossing her arms and nodding once in agreement.

The teacher shook his head. "Nope, called them today and they were fine and I don't think yours care..." his eyes lingered over the sighing half-Latina and seething West.

"Okay, I care then," she grumbled stubbornly. "Anyway, if that's all we're doing then we'll just switch the dog every other da-"

"Nope," Sikowitz tisked, "You two will have to take care of the dog until the play together within the same household...and don't try sneaking out of it, the Vega's are in this too. Again, Jade, I don't think yours care."

"What do you mean? We have to live together for a month?!" Tori gaped, whining at the nod as an answer. "She'll rip my head off, why are we doing this?"

"You're redoing the assignment you were given last Tuesday. However, this time it is with a real, breathing puppy and not a toy, clear?"

"I can still drown it," Jade snapped.

"Hey! That is animal abuse!" the half-Latina twisted quickly, a fire in her eyes.

The goth raised her hands in defense, spitting, "I'm not going to actually drown a dog, calm down!"

"Oh you two...you're going to learn so much from this," the man laughed gleefully, cutting across the bickering. "Anyway, let's go in and choose the dog for the, erm... Doggie Project!" The girls locked their gazes with each other, slumping their figures as they followed the man into the building, the smell of wet fur and barking dogs clogging their senses.