Woop. New fic, since there isn't enough Cabbie in the world (;
Robbie watched Cat with infactuation. She was across the room from him, silently working on a core class work. They both had musical preformance next, after this dull study hall ended.
That is, the only dull class in the entire school, and by a slim chance, they'd ended up in it together. Her chocolate brown eyes stared down at the paper, unsure of what to do next.
Robbie wondered absent-mindedly what she'd done for her audition to get into Hollywood Arts. Sang? Danced? He'd put money on the bet that she'd sang for them. Her voice was strong, loud and echoing. Behind her soft and sweet talking voice, laid a strong and confident soprano.
The took in another gulp of air, and releasing it slowly, tying her red hair up in an unruly bun, clearly having difficulties with her work. Cat seemed distracted, not herself lately. Almost as if she were 'out of it', Cat had been snapped out of her thought by the bell.
Quickly closing her book and stuffing her papers in a bag, she stood up, waiting for Robbie like she did everyday.
"Having trouble with that?" He asked abruptly as Cat stood up, not even coming close to his six foot three.
"It's not anything, just papers," Cat said, raising her eyebrows and throwing her bookbag on her back, smiling at Robbie. "I was reading over them."
"What kind of papers?"
Cat's eyes shot up to his, exclaiming, "Just papers!" With that, she opened the door to the next class, taking a spot next to Tori and Jade, who were apparently fighting.
Robbie sighed, and found his spot next to Andre, putting his head down. Cat hadn't seemed as playful as normal lately, nor had she been as naive. In fact, she'd been more serious than he'd ever seen her. It worried him, in the back of his mind. Until something was direly wrong, he'd keep it there. Right in the back of his mind.
As a substitute teacher strolled in, as if he were lost, he cleared his throat, nearly yelling,"And today, we will be reviewing quarter notes and half-steps on the scale."
Cat sighed a breath of relief. She already knew this, meaning she could completely zone out. She glanced back at Robbie, who was staring up straight ahead of him, at the board. Surely he already knew this like the back of his hand, too. Cat kept her eyebrows raised, ready to zone in and out.
But the look on Robbie's face when she told him about the papers stayed in her mind. The worry.
Shrugging it off, Cat remembered the loud noises she could hear from her bedroom the night before. The clentching herself into a ball, her laptop still open next to her on the bed. Years of childhood were crumbling at the edges, because of one fight between them.
"Redhead," The substitute repeated, possibly for the third time. Cat looked up to find a whole class staring.
"Oh, hi," Cat responded innocently, "Can I go to the bathroom real quick?" She asked, a hint of urgency in her voice.
The sub began to say an 'I guess', no sooner was Cat up and out of her seat, squealing a "Thank you!" on her way out the door, forgetting her bag.
Once Cat was outside the door, she looked down the colorful hall, full of customized lockers, some of them decked out with lights, others painted with primary colors and other brights.
She made her way to the bathroom, where she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She wore a red skirt, and a British Invasion shirt, which was tucked into the skirt. Over top of the shirt, she wore a knit jacket. Although Cat was more than tiny, she couldn't see anything but someone who was overweight. She saw herself through 20/20 vision, seeing herself as obese.
Losing those ten pounds didn't pay off.
Cat bit her lip, trying to think of more ways to hide her weight problem. Wearing a skirt today certainly didn't help the case. She smirked as she tied the knit jacket to her stomach, tying it so it covered up her t-shirt completely, seemingly only having a jacket on.
The jacket hid her body; which made her feel a little better. Cat couldn't imagine what Robbie thought of her, so large. Of course, with anyone else, this wouldn't be a problem. Since when did Cat begin to care what Robbie thought?
She sat on the sink's counter, giving herself a moment to just think without trouble.
Then, the bell rang, loud and proud. Cat jumped, startled. She couldn't have been in here that long! She scrambled to find her bag, only to remember the fact that she left it behind in the class room. Cat slouched, wondering what she'd do. Wait a few minutes after the bell, and then go get it? Maybe she'd skip lunch, too.
Shrugging, she stayed on the counter for one last second, ready to finally move, her left leg almost on the ground. Tori bursted through the door, her face puckered.
"Hi, Tori."
Tori seemed to notice something different, but forgot about it when she remembered that Cat hadn't been in class. "Robbie's got your bag, we're all going to lunch, you coming? It's Fried Chicken Friday," Tori sang, excited for the only day that the food was good at Hollywood Arts.
"Yeah, I just had girly problems," Cat replied as if nothing were wrong. She hopped down, smiling wide. "You know, girly."
"I hear you," Tori nodded, following Cat from the purple bathroom, to the lunch room where their friends were waiting.
Cat frowned slightly, not looking forward to lunch. The thought made her scrunch her nose in disgust, she didn't need to eat, she wasn't even hungry..
But her stomach begged to differ.
Ignoring her raging stomach, Cat and Tori entered the lunch room. Cat only grabbed water and an apple, earning a skeptical look from everyone except Jade at the table. "Cramps," Cat admitted quietly. No, it wasn't bad. This wasn't a disorder. Cat reasoned with herself, ten more pounds, and I'll go back to being normal. One more fight between them, I might go over the edge, though.. Twelve more pounds. It wasn't a problem. Yet.
endnote: because Cat is now growing up some more than before.
hope you enjoyed! (: Next chapter should be up tomorrow (: