When Cat was eleven, she met Beck.

It had been a lazy summer day, nothing to do, too hot to go outside. Cat, being Cat, decided that she didn't care how hot it was and went outside anyway.

She saw him from where she sat on her front porch, across the street.. Her hair, not yet red and straightened, was wavy and brown and bounced across her shoulders as she waved to him. Beck waved faintly back, and shouted, "I'm Beck!"

Cat shouted gleefully back, "I'm Cat!"

When Cat was thirteen, she met him again.

She was at the tryouts for Hollywood Arts High School, trying out for singing. Cat saw him.

Skipping over to him, her now red hair stood out quite a bit from everyone else's.

"Hi! I'm Cat!" She said, waving frantically, her 100-wat smile glinting. Beck grinned at her. "I know who you are. We met before, right?" Cat smiled with a dreamy look and said, "I wonder if mirrors work in outer space?"

Cat got accepted to Hollywood Arts.

On her first day of her freshman year, she skipped through the oddly small doors of Hollywood Arts with a bright smile and the cutest strapless dress.

The first thing – or person, she noticed, was Beck.

"Hi Beck!" Cat said happily. Beck grinned down at her, as she was only 5" and he was 5"4. "Hey Cat."

The bell rang, which meant it was time for their first period class. "What's your first period?" Cat asked quickly. He replied, "Algebra. You?" She sighed. "English. Gotta go, bye!"

While Cat sat in English class, she wasn't really paying attention. Her mind was on Beck. She would never, ever admit it, but she had a crush on him. A big one. A ginormous one. In fact, Cat was in love with him.

From the moment she saw him at age eleven, she felt an instant attraction to him. Cat wondered if Beck felt the same way about her as she did about him.

Cat's POV

At lunch period, Beck came over to where I sat, hand in hand with a pale girl who was called Jade. Jade was most possibly the most evil, heartless, uncolorful, soulless human being to ever walk the planet.

But she had Beck. On the first day. My heart was only beginning to break.

Over months and months they hugged, kissed, and acted affectionate. Beck and I were still friends, but we rarely talked anymore.

March 29th, at the time, was the worst day of my life. The day when Beck and Jade told each other they loved each other.

I had been expecting it to happen, but when it did happen, I was not prepared. They came into lunch, hand in hand as usual, and told everyone at the table (Robbie, Andre, and me) that they were in love.

My heart broke every ttime when they said those awful three words. "I love you." But I made a straight face every time.

One day, I sat at the usual lunch table, reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Beck came over at sat down next to me. Him being so close sent chills down my back. For once, he wasn't with Jade.

"You reading Harry Potter?" he asked. I nodded softly. "Do you like Harry and Hermione – as a couple, I mean?" Beck asked.

I looked up at him with a revolted expression on my face. "Harry and Hermione? Ew! Ew! Ew! They're most possibly the worst pairing in any book series EVER! How could you think I could like them together?"

Beck just laughed. "Cat, you really are an amazing person, you know that?"

In sophomore year, Tori came to Hollywood Arts. She seemed like a great friend for the first few days I knew her – until she and Beck kissed for Improv class. Beck seemed totally into it.

Tori and Jade, the objects for his affection. Then there's me. Out of the picture, but yet I'm hopelessly in love with him.

For a brief time, Beck and Jade had broken up. Those felt like the happiest days of my life – until they got back together. My heart broke, again.

And then, one month later, I finally cracked.

It was too much for me to bear. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't talk to my friends anymore without seeing him and her smiling and laughing and kissing while I'm spinning and twirling and waiting for the rain to fall.

I didn't eat with them at lunch any more. I ate in the Preforming Hall, where no one could bother me. I did not talk to them anymore. They would try to approach me in the hall, wanting to ask why I was ignoring them. I would just run off, pretending I didn't notice that they wanted to talk to me.

One day, while eating lunch in the Preforming Hall, Beck burst through the door, looking super angry. I tried to sneak away, but he spotted me. "Cat! CAT!" He grabbed my arm, preventing me from running away.

"Why are you ignoring us Cat? Why don't you talk to us anymore? Cat, we miss you. I miss you." Beck's face softened. I sighed. "I just – don't feel right hanging out with you guys anymore." My voice was turning into a croak.

Beck asked softly, "Why?" As soon as he said that, the bell rang. It signaled the end of sophomore year. My eyes were wider than usual. "I have to go. My mom's waiting for me outside." I lied. I took over, quickly walked out of the school and walked for 10 minutes until I reached a park.

I sat down and cried silently.

Pitter, pater

I sighed. Great. It was raining and I had to walk home.

While he's laughing and smiling and kissing her you're spinning and twirling and waiting for the rain to fall and wishing that he's kissing you…

I began my slow ascent home.

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