A/N: Here's chapter two of the two-shot! Enjoy!
Friday, 10:23 p.m.
Hollywood HotSpot Lounge
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Now Beck was bored. The club was starting another dance song, and Robbie and André were both dancing with the girls they'd met. Maybe he should go try to pick up a girl…nah, why waste the energy? They'd come to him soon.
Sure enough, a giggly brunette had come up to him moments later after a nudge from her friend. "Hey! Wanna dance?"
"Uh, no thanks…I'm not really up for it right now." Beck replied. He'd considered it…but what was the point? He wasn't looking for a girlfriend right now anyways…he wanted to wait a while after school started so he'd know all the girls that went to Hollywood Arts, and from there, he could pick from his best options.
"What, are your legs tired from running through my mind all night?" She asked cheekily, making Beck chuckle. "I'm just kidding…sorry, that was beyond lame." She said quickly. "Well uh, see ya later I guess." She left after Beck offered no response.
Beck sighed. He hadn't meant to embarrass the poor girl…maybe he should've just danced with her.
"She seemed nice!" The freaky girl next to him chuckled.
Crap. He'd forgotten she was there.
"Yeah…" He trailed off, not wanting to get into his reasons for not going after her with a stranger.
"And hot…seriously, what are you, gay?"
"Do I look gay to you?"
"Well, no straight guy I know wears scarves…or shoes that are that expensive." She glanced down at his limited-edition Chuck Taylors.
"I'm straight but not narrow." He informed her with a haughty undertone.
"Congratulations." She rolled her eyes.
Well, this was something else. Beck couldn't remember a time when a girl had been anything less than super-friendly with him. But maybe she didn't like guys…
"And yourself?" He asked.
"Same…except I'm not a douche about it." She smirked.
"Right. So uh, where are you going to school?" He asked. He hoped it was Hollywood Arts…then they'd have something to talk about. Maybe he'd like talking to her—she didn't seem like she wanted to get with him (which Beck found utterly puzzling), but maybe they could be friends.
"Really? You think just 'cause our friends hit it off, we're supposed to sit here like a bunch of losers and make polite chit chat? I'm perfectly happy sitting here quietly, thanks." She huffed.
Okay, now she was just playing hard-to-get. She totally wanted him. Fine. He'd play her little game.
"Even if I told you I think you're way too pretty to not know me?" Beck couldn't believe how stupid he sounded. He'd never had to use a pickup line in his life.
Freaky girl's eyes flickered for a second, then she looked down at her drink. "You're lucky this is empty, or I would've thrown it at you." She got up from her seat. "Anyway, when Cat finishes dancing with your dweeby friend, tell her I went to spray paint something on the outside walls. This is not my scene." And with that, she was gone.
Beck watched her go for a moment, then realized he should've said something like "mine either" and followed her out. This was a new concept for him; he'd never had to chase a girl before. But now he really wanted to hang out with her. And he kinda liked the idea of a challenge.
Too bad he'd never see her again.
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A/N: Except they do see each other again…at Hollywood Arts! I thought it'd be cool if they met like this. :)
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