Alright, here I go with chapter 3! I hope you guys like it and a huge special thanks to ec4lewis. Whoever you are, I want to thank you for this chapter and you really got me thinking of a lot of different versions of this chapter, but I think this one was the best. This chapter is for you!

And I have a big question: should I do someone else's POV? And should I continue with the 'roleplay' POV? Or should I go with first person POV? Help me please with your comments!

And yet another one…

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious. I just look eerily similar to Victoria Justice besides the fact that I have blonde hair and grey eyes.

CPOV-

All of Sunday, you stay in your room. You can't bear to even get out of your bed just to eat some food or use the bathroom. Your mom thinks you're sick, and you're brother thinks you're going crazy. He comes into your room every hour of the day, begging you to tell him what you wanted.

His eyes are so sincere that your own well up with tears and you tell him somewhat harshly to get out of your room. For once, you don't want him to see you cry.

Monday morning comes too soon. Yesterday was spent thinking about a way to apologize to Beck and to explain to him your crazy behavior. You needed an excuse, but you just couldn't find one that worked. Just telling him that you got worked up about visiting your father's grave wasn't a very believable excuse, in your opinion. You feel like he could see right through that lie immediately.

You dress slowly, not really noticing the shorts you put on or the UCLA sweatshirt that you slide over your head before heading to the bathroom to curl the ends of your red hair. It's still raining; it kept you up a lot of last night. But the fact that your phone was blown up with text messages from Beck could be another very good reason why you have slight bags under your eyes.

The house is silent, in the morning. Your brother is at a friend's house, and your mom is at work already. Your Pear Phone gives a soft bleat and you pick it up gingerly, cautiously, preparing to see the latest text message from Beck. But it's not Beck. It's Jade. It takes a lot of willpower not to throw the phone across the room, but instead to reply with a 'Yeah, I'd love for you to pick me up'.

You chew your breakfast of Fiber Nuts without really tasting it, looking sorrowfully into your bowl. Once, the electricity flickers due to the sudden bolt of lightning lighting up the dark grey sky, but you don't even flinch. It's like you aren't feeling much anymore, because the guilt is eating you alive.

You have been ready for a while when Jade pulls her black Jeep up your long, sloping driveway. She honks the horn twice and you sigh quietly. You know it's coming. You know that Jade's going to talk to you about it. Because she trusts you.

Because she's your best friend.

You run through the rain, not caring that your backpack is getting soaked, or your hair either. You shriek a little at the rumbling thunder, though, because you can feel her eyes on you. And that's what the normal Cat would do.

The car is warm when you open the door and hop in. She waits until you're buckled before she leaves. A weird quirk about her is that she's persistent when it comes to driving safely. You think about the fact that all of the years you've known her, you haven't asked why she is so cautious about driving. The radio is turned down low and she keeps her eyes locked on the road as she talks to you.

"Hey, Cat."

"Hey."

She risks a quick glance at your face, noticing the forlorn tone to your voice. You sigh and wear that mindless, sad expression, one you often wear after one of your friends insult you playfully.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing, just tired."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I couldn't sleep last night."

"Because of the rain?"

"I guess."

There's a pause before she changes the subject, sensing your lack of happiness.

"So, how'd you like the party?"

Your stomach clenches uncomfortably, and you feel a wave of nausea. You continue to stare out the window because if you don't, you feel like you might start screaming.

"It was fun," you begin slowly. A small part of you tells you to cheer up; you don't want unnecessary attention drawn to you today, and being sad always gets people watching you more than usual. So you giggle lightly and turn to face her, a fake smile on your face. It feels like a grimace.

"The cake was good. And you were really funny when you tried playing football with those guys." You laugh loudly and play with a piece of your hair, your eyes almost closed like they usually are when you are about to laugh really hard. "You fell down so many times…and then you ran into the fridge…and then…" You try to gasp the words out of you in between laughs, but you can't help a fit of laughter rocking your body from head to foot.

It's funny; you don't feel like laughing at all, yet you can't help the insane-like giggles slipping through your mouth. You think that maybe it's just your feelings getting to you. Maybe it's just your weak mind and now you're seeing things in a funny way. But you know it's not true. You're dying on the inside and the only way to cover up your insane crying is to replace it with insane laughing.

Jade takes another chance at glancing at you. From the corner of your eye, you see her frown deeply. Not her usual scowl, more like a concerned grimace.

"Um, Cat?" she asks tentatively.

"Whatey?" you gasp when your breathing has returned to normal. You watch, somewhat fascinated, as a lightning bolt flashes in the sky, almost touching the edges of the trees beyond the horizon.

"What's with the funny attitude?"

"What attitude?"

"The one you're in; it's weird…you know what? Never mind. You're probably just on some new medication or something…" she grumbles to herself, taking her coffee from the cup holder and taking a swig of it.

"And by the way, Cat, that wasn't me, playing football."

You look out the window sharply, a sudden rush of annoyance flooding your head.

"Yes it was."

"No it wasn't. I think I would know."

"How could you know? You were-" You stop sharply before you say anything else, your special instinct going off again, telling you that getting into an argument with Jade wouldn't be the best thing to be doing at the moment.

Jade doesn't notice your hesitation. Instead, she takes another sip of her coffee and turns the windshield-wiper speed up a notch.

"Oh, yeah," you giggle. "You're right; that wasn't you."

Whatever, everyone else will just tell her at school, you think.

"Did you enjoy the party?" you ask slyly, knowing that she was against the idea of it from the beginning.

"Not so much the beginning, more the end. That's when things got really fun." She says this with a twisted smile on her face and a dreamy expression. You feel like barfing all over the floor of her shiny car.

"W-why?"

She drives silently with a soft smile making her usual harsh features more pretty and delicate. This time, she doesn't look at you when she speaks again.

"I want to tell you something," she whispers. She doesn't see you bite your lip.

"What is it?" you finally ask.

"Something happened," she begins slowly. "It happened after the party. Everybody left and I stayed…to help clean with Beck."

You hold back a snort that threatens to echo around the car and certainly make Jade confused and bitter. You hate making Jade bitter, but sometimes you just can't help it. But this time, you can.

"Oh, yeah," you say quietly. "I thought I saw you before I left."

She looks at you sharply and you fear that she had seen you watching her and Beck before the door had shut on you.

"Well…let's just say Beck had a very happy birthday." She smirks and you look at her, seeing red, but she takes your expression for confusion. "I don't want to get into the details, but Beck and I…we…" She struggled for a moment and you used the time to prepare yourself, to calm yourself down before the storm hit.

You can see Hollywood Arts up close now. Jade pulls into the parking lot, stopping the car right next to Beck's precious red Ferrari.

Her smirk is gone now and she appears embarrassed and undecided. She turns to you after turning the car off, but you look out the window, watching the rain paint a dark glaze over everything.

"We – we became one." She almost growls this, but you barely hear her. As soon as the words leave her lips, a ringing sounds in your ears, getting louder with each second. Your stomach is doing somersaults and suddenly your vision is blurred. You can't think properly and everything smells like blood. Salty and rusty blood.

You're silent because you can't think. You can't act. You knew it was coming and you had yourself prepare, but truly hearing it just shocked you – especially since it came from Jade.

Suddenly, you're filled with nausea. That's all you can think of, besides the graphic images slipping in and out of your mind: Jade and Beck, kissing fiercely on the couch; Jade and Beck, undressing each other slowly; Jade and Beck, tangled together underneath some blankets tossed carelessly on the couch.

You open the door quickly, jumping out of the car and leaving the door wide open.

"Cat!" Jade calls after you, but you keep running blindly. All thoughts of you apologizing to Beck about Saturday have vanished from your mind in a heartbeat. All you can concentrate on is the closest bathroom and trying to get those disgusting pictures out of your mind. You're black Converse slap against the wet ground and you wince with each step, now hearing things to go with the pictures.

You run through the rain, dodging tables when you reach the outdoor cafeteria. You can see the sign, now, the bathroom sign. Slightly hazy, due to the rain, but you can still make out the little woman that you always thought was so cute. But now, you see her as intimidating. She's a woman; you're not. Why are you going into that bathroom when it says women only?

You close your eyes as you make for the bathroom, only for a moment, but it's enough time for you to run into someone.

Your head bounces off of the chest of the unfortunate person you have collided with and you almost fall backwards, but they catch you, wrapping their arms securely around your waist, and just by that one second of contact, you know whose chest it is immediately. It's almost in slow-motion as you look up, the nausea still coursing through your body and blurring your vision even further, and get swallowed in a pool of the deepest brown you've ever seen in your life. Beck's face is one of extreme concern, but you ignore him, and break free of his grip.

"Cat?"

You move quickly around him and put on a burst of speed, eyeing the bathroom door through your tears.

Here it comes, you think, tasting the bile in your throat and feeling it creeping up quicker than you thought it would. Your burst through the bathroom door and you're done. You retch onto the floor, and when you're finished, you collapse. Luckily, you've avoided the mess, but the world is turning black on you. The last thing you notice is the door opening.

~Bat-Bade~

Your eyes flutter open only to shut tightly again as the blinding white light stings them. You look around when your warm chocolate orbs that people call your eyes have adjusted to the beige walls and harsh fluorescent lights. You sit up quickly, observing your surroundings with half-interest and half-confusion, eyeing the skeleton model in the corner for longer than necessary. You jump when the door gives a creek, signaling someone entering the room.

"How are you doing, Sweetie?" the kind-faced nurse asks.

You stare at her for a moment, eyebrows scrunching together, and she nods.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you're overwhelmed. Probably are scared to death, aren't you? You threw up in the bathroom, then fainted seconds later, poor thing."

"Um...I'm okay," you say, looking around absently.

"Are you okay enough to answer me a couple of questions?"

You pause to look at her, your eyebrows still pulled together.

"Mmhmm," you nod.

She asks you simple questions, and you answer truthfully, but when she gets to a certain question you freeze, unsure of what to do.

"What do you think made you feel like throwing up?" she inquires, gazing at you with wide eyes.

You hesitate for a minute before the best excuse comes to you. "I didn't get much sleep, and I think I was dizzy for a while before I fainted, and I think that's why I threw up; 'cause I got dizzy."

She stares at you for a while and you smile at her sweetly, giggling softly. She smiles back then gets up from her chair that she had sat in while she questioned you.

"Well, I'll have to call your mom…unless you'd like to stay at school?"

Your smile vanishes and you can feel the color draining from your face; the idea of facing both Jade and Beck makes you want to throw up again.

You don't give her an answer and she smiles at you kindly again.

"Just tell me when you think you know. Only you know how well you are," she chides gently, opening the door. But before she leaves, she turns around to face you again.

"Oh, yes. I almost forgot but a couple of your friends would like to check up on you, if that's all right."

You nod subconsciously, thinking that Tori just wanted to know if she should find someone else to pair up with in your music class.

The nurse leaves and shuts the door, only to have it forced open again. You look, startled, at who has come to see you, and color floods your face. You blush at the sight of him, thinking about how much he cares about you. And he should.

Because he's your best friend.

But the expression on his face makes your eyes widen. He looks so shocked and worried. A quick glance tells you he's been biting his nails again, even when you've tried to put a stop to that nasty habit of his since you first became friends.

"What the hell, Cat?" he says loudly.

You flinch and shriek once, sliding back on the mattress you had been laying on. He stands in the doorway, watching your every move. He stands still, frozen, until his face softens. He takes three large steps into the room and scoops you up in a hug, making your lips form a huge 'O'.

"You're okay," he whispers. "You're safe."

So you lean into his perfect chest, inhaling deeply. Not caring about the reason why he's holding you like this, or the fact that you think he's not your best friend anymore. You don't argue with what he gives you.

Because he's your best friend.

Cliff-hanger! Sorry, I just felt like this story needed one of those. So, with this chapter, I have to make another one…but like I've said before, I never finish anything, so you might have to encourage me if you really want this story to go on for a longer period of time. And I promise that I will get more songs in because I know that this school LOVES to sing. Trust me; I have so many of Victoria Justice's songs on my iPhone right now. It's actually kind of scary.

Anyway, how'd you like it? Lots of Cade action going on, huh? I actually love their friendship, so this puts a bit of a dilemma on the situation if I should make Bat official or not. I'd hate to split Cat and Jade up, but I am a huge shipper of Bat. Oh, what to do?

Anyway, I'm working on the next chapter already, but this one is going to be longer than the others. I want to make the perfect setting for when cat apologizes – if she does apologize. Thank you for all of the reviews! I really appreciate them. And I updated this chapter because I as up all last night, thinking about the pattern I had for the ending of each chapter, so I just had to put this in there: the 'Because he's your best friend' part. Sorry if you were a little confused and hurt when you found out that there was no new chapter, but it alerted you that I updated. I bet you felt kind of mad at me, huh? Sorry!

Check out my bio, too! I updated it because I though you should learn a little about me.

-TeamSwiss737