A/N: Thanks for the reviews, especially all the positive ones! I know Bat is an unusual pairing but I hope you all will bear with me; I've been strictly Bori for a while and I truly just wanted to try something different. But if you really can't stand Bat and will only complain about my writing, kindly refrain from reading my fic. Here's the second chapter, review and subscribe! I welcome all comments and suggestions!

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.

I woke up to fur in my face and unrelenting licks covering the surface of my face. I squealed as I received my daily wake-up call from the many dogs that inhabited my house and, consequently, my bed. I giggled as they scurried away, leaving me alone in my grand, billowy bed. It had been weeks since I'd been in my own home. Since I had returned from New York, I'd spent all my nights in Beck( and Tori)'s Beverly Hills apartment, even after he himself had left, drowning in sheets marked with his scent and dreaming of his return.

Now that I was back in my own home, I spent most of my night overthinking and worrying about Tori finding out about me and Beck. I wasn't sure if what I felt was guilt. Was it solely my fault? This affair couldn't have happened if Beck wasn't a part of it. He wouldn't resort to an affair unless he was truly unhappy and unsatisfied with his marriage. It was thoughts like these that I used to rationalize my behavior and my actions with Beck.

Tori was a good friend, they both were. But when I was around him, I couldn't control myself. Beck was always the little crush I kept in the back of my mind and at the bottom of my heart. He was someone I could see myself with, regardless of who I was with or where I was in my life. He was someone I always had such a strong connection with, that I could talk to so easily. Evidently, he was someone I never had a chance with before this, if you could even call this a chance.

The first day of freshman year, Jade spotted him and claimed him as her own. Knowing I could never go toe-to-toe with her, that she was my friend, and that I didn't want to hurt her, I backed off. When he and Jade broke up, I felt the smallest hope in my heart. It was towards the end of senior year; we would all be going our separate ways and soon enough, we would be far enough from Jade to not be afraid of her finding out. Soon enough, none of that would matter, because he had already busied himself with Tori Vega.

After high school, I pushed Beck out of my head. I focused on my career and skyrocketed to the top of the pop charts without anyone's help. The rest of my 20s was filled with studio time, performances, promotional tours, interviews, music videos, and even film roles. Meanwhile, Beck's talent was cultivating into his and Robbie's production company, coming out with one box office hit after another and earning Beck the title of Hollywood's newest, youngest, and most handsome producer. During this time, I was still in steady contact with Tori, who confessed that as she got older, the fewer roles she was receiving and how she was desperate to marry Beck for the stability and security he could offer her.

I thought her intentions were terrible and that that was no reason to marry anyone! But at the same time, Beck loved her and I knew that, regardless of her intentions, Tori loved him as well. I kept my mouth shut and watched as everything fell into place for them. To top it all off, I was even a bridesmaid at their wedding, gritting my teeth at the moment the minister asked if anyone objected to the union. Less than a year later, Tori was pregnant with Beck's child and I was miserable and lonely travelling from city to city singing songs about him.

Groaning, I rose from bed and showered, trying to wash the guilt from my skin but my mind still littered with thoughts of him. I wanted to see him again. I knew I shouldn't, but I was drawn to him and the sheer thrill of being involved with a married man. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before; my entire life I had taken the safe route, which was why I never ended up with Beck during high school. Now was the time to be bold and take chances. This wasn't the best or the most morally sound way, of course. I'm sure I could've felt the same thrills skydiving or getting a tattoo as I did sneaking around with a good friend's husband.

It was there, under my showerhead at 12 in the afternoon, that I decided that I was going to do things for my own happiness, regardless of how selfish I might become. Up until then, I had made decisions with the future in mind, but in that moment, I wanted to live in the moment and the moment was yearning for Beck's presence. I hopped out my shower and rushed to get ready, letting my long hair flow down my back, donning a dark pair of sunglasses to conceal my identity, putting on a trench coat and finally stepping into a pair of heels.

Care of my BMW, I arrived at Beck's studio in an hour, discreetly asking a doorman to point me to his office, where his secretary was stationed outside. Lowering my sunglasses so that his secretary could recognize me, I spoke in a hushed tone. "Hey, I'm Cat Valentine, I'm a friend of Mr. Oliver's visiting. I know he's super busy and super important, but could I just pop in to surprise him? I promise to take all the blame if he gets mad." I pleaded with my signature smile and Beck's secretary, in her shock, meekly nodded and I proceeded to enter his office.

I turned the doorknob, eliciting a swift reflexive response from Beck. "Rhonda, you didn't buzz me," he said quietly, in a harsh voice. I quickly shut the door behind me and stood with my back flush against it.

Taking off my glasses, I met Beck's eyes, prompting me to freeze and my heart to skip a beat, and all I could manage to say was, "It's not Rhonda."