Since no one seemed to read the iCarly fic that I did, I decide to do a Victorious one instead. So here it is, in Cat's POV: Tattooed Heart: Chapter 1: The Party

I couldn't do anything but sit there, crying. What he was doing to me was all too real and it hurt, both emotionally and physically. I never thought that this would happen, especially to me. My mom said that if I was good, nothing bad will happen to me. So why was I experiencing this? I had done nothing bad as long as I can remember, or at least I think there wasn't anything bad, but yet he's here doing this to me and it hurt. I thought this experience was supposed to be special, I guess I didn't count on him to spoil it. His moans echoed in my head as I cast my mind back to where this started.

*The Weekend Before*

April 12, 2013. 19:00 PST

God, it's so late. I had to stay behind to finish some essays because, apparently, daydreaming in class stops you learning. Yeah right! I learn more about the things around me than I do from a textbook or a boring lecture, but I like thinking about unicorns and the color pink. Teachers just don't get me. I just put my books away in my locker when I heard footsteps behind me accompanied by deep breathing. I suddenly felt nervous, my palms started to sweat. I tensed as a hand grabbed my shoulder. An evil, though familiar laugh echoed around the hall. I turned on the spot and squealed. "Beck! You scared me! I think I've had a heart attack."
"I do try my best." Beck winks at me.
"Come on, it's totally unfair to make myself shi-pee myself for your own amusement." I scowled at him.
"OK, V. I'm sorry." V, his new nickname for me. Ee! I just love it.
"It's 'kay. What're you doing here?" I asked him.
"I was helping Sikowitz create backgrounds for his new play. It took a while to finish as you can see."
I didn't fully understand the last bit. "What can I see?"
Never mind." He stifled a laugh and then went on to say, "You wanna come for a ride?"
"In your car?"
"In my car." He smiled and I nodded.
"I'll just let Sam know." I said as I pulled out my phone. The gang do know about Sam staying with me but they worry that she will get me sent to juvie or something.

He led me to his old GTO that he recently resprayed so, now it was a dark silver instead of the sunny yellow it was before. We both got in his car and soon we were on the road heading for the freeway. "Where are we going?" I asked, in my usual peppy fashion.
"Just for a drive," he replied. "Why? Got somewhere you want to go?"
I thought for a minute thinking of all the places we could go. Karaoke Dokie, Nozu and the usual places were the most obvious places to go but I was feeling adventurous. "Let's go somewhere totally random that we haven't been to before."
He smiled. "I know just the place."
After about 20 minutes we arrived at our destination, Downtown. I recognised the building beside us as the Tuesday Night Café Project, a venue with loud music and a dance floor. Over the entrance was a large banner stating, 'Special Event: over 18s only, free drinks, only $4.50.' It's a bit weird why it says $4.50, usually they round it up even I know that. Beck stepped out of the car and went to the back seat, grabbed his backpack and beckoned me out of the car. When I asked him what was in the bag, he said, "A surprise for everyone at this party."
He had a smirk on his face as he said it but I ignored being too pumped up about the party. I could hear the music from where I was stood and it seemed the band playing did covers of several artists, including Ariana Grande. Man, her songs are amazing. I heard that she looked a lot like me that it was almost scary, except she had brown hair and mine, of course, is red velvet. We handed our entry fee to the big guy guarding the entrance (wow, that guy's enormous) just as Tattooed Heart started playing. Instantly, I pulled Beck to the dance floor and began slow dancing with him, letting the music wash over me, absorbed myself into the song,

You don't need a lot of money

Honey, you don't have to play no games

All I need is all your loving

To get the blood rushing through my veins

I sighed as I felt peace fill me up and pulled Beck closer out of instinct.

I wanna say we're going steady

Like it's 1954

No, it doesn't have to be forever

Just as long as I'm the name on your

Tattooed Heart

My favorite part of this song, that last line. Whenever I heard it, it felt like I had seen 1000 unicorns all at once, it was almost overwhelming the effect those words had on me. Beck continued to dance with me till the song was over and looked at me, worryingly, as tears began to pour down my face. "What's wrong?"
"That song...It's so beautiful. So powerful."
I smiled and Beck lightened up a little, worry still evident in his features, but another emotion was also there. I couldn't put my finger on it. Almost as if he was planning something in his head, almost sinister but I shook it off as me reading too deep into it. We walked over to a couch that was vacant, I sat down as Beck headed over to the drinks table. A minute later he came back with two glasses, one filled with pink lemonade (yes!) and the other filled with, what seemed to be a kind of alcoholic drink. He handed me the lemonade as he sat down and started to drink some of his 'beverage.' "What is that?" I asked, curiously. His reply was simple, "This," he held it closer to my face, "is beer. It was with the other drinks so I thought, 'why the hell not?'"
"Can I try some?" He looked at me, then to his drink, then to me again.
"OK. But just ONE sip." I nodded, eager to try it. Beck handed it to me, I smelt it first, it didn't smell like normal drinks did, I let a small trickle of the liquid into my mouth and, instantly my taste buds were alive! "OMG! This stuff is amazing!" I took another drink, a much longer one. Beck tried to grab the glass from my hand,
"OK, that's enough now." I scowled at him.
"No! This is mine now." Taken back by my ferocity of the utterance he stared at me in disbelief and gave up as I drank the rest of it. I headed to the drinks table for a refill once, twice, thrice and I lost count. I couldn't remember much of the rest of the night as my mind became cloudy with alcohol.

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