"Hey! We're not done talking about this!" you call after your boyfriend, Beck Oliver, storming after him through the Hollywood Arts corridor.
"I am," he states, turning to you by his locker.
"Well, I'm not!" you snap.
"Listen, Alyssa Vaughn is just a friend."
"A friend who's already texted you six times today!" As if on cue, his phone pings again.

The argument continues until Tori walks by.

"Tori! Come here," Beck calls.
"What?" she asks, wary.
"If you were my girlfriend—"
"Oh, great way to start!" you scoff.
Beck sighs. "Would you be upset if I was friends with Alyssa Vaughn?"
Tori hesitates. "Honestly… I wouldn’t love it."
"You don’t think a girlfriend should just trust her boyfriend?"

"Alright, you know what?" you cut in.
Tori panics. "No, no! Don’t tell him what!"
"We’re done."
"Fine," Beck says as you storm off.

Later, sobbing at Tori’s, you beg her to talk to Beck. She returns with bad news: the nicest thing you ever did for him was buy him a lemonade—on his birthday. Oops.

"A dog!" you suddenly exclaim.

Tori blinks. "Okay, rude—"

"No! Beck always wanted a—what’s it called? A Rottenheimer!"

"A Rottweiler?"

"Yes!"

You sneak into Beck's parent's parking with Tori and the Rottweiler, where he lives in his RV. You quietly open the door to his RV and see he's asleep. You take the leash from Tori and put the dog inside, closing the door behind you and wait. Within a few seconds, you hear screaming. ANd its not Beck's voice. Suddenly, Beck appears, outside the RV, looking at it with wide eyes.

"How are you out here!?" Tori exclaims "Your in there getting mobbed by a dog!" You add. "Dog!? My dad is in there!"

This lead to that and soon your watching the ambulance drive away with his dad, leaving you three with the news that he will be okay.

"Im sorry i didnt think the dog would bug out like that. I just wanted you to have a dog because you've talked about getting one ever since i met you and-"

Your interrupted when he pulls you in for a kiss.