Someone requested I do Cat's POV. She's fun to do, but hard to keep her innocent ignorance too. I don't think I'll use Cat's POV a lot but here you go! A view of the story from Cat!

Cat's POV

I watched as Beck drove off. He was super-nice to teach me dancing. I suck at it, you know. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably be at that stuffy dance school in London with a bunch of obsessive dancing jocks by then. I mean I like London and London people; I just hate those kids at that school. I checked it out last summer before Mom dropped the bomb I might be going: Worst. Experience. Of my life. And I'm only sixteen.

I skipped up the porch steps to enter my house. My brother was placidly lying on the couch, asleep and snoring. I love him to death but he can be lazy…and weird, don't forget weird. Good thing Beck dropped me off or I might've been at the parking lot until school the next day.

"Cat?" my mom yelled. I gave a quiet growl. Mom and I weren't the best of friends since the news. I was none too happy to discover she was determined to make me the reincarnation of Michael Jackson. So what if I didn't dance well? My talents lay in other things.

"Yeah?" I said. She came into the living room doorway. Her hair was dark brown and totally curly, like mine would be if I didn't dye it or straighten it. One of the main reasons I did that to my head was because everyone compared me to her, and I liked being myself. Also, red velvet cupcakes are the best food ever and they're the same color.

"Why are you so late?" she snapped. I hadn't told her about the dance lessons; mainly because I didn't enjoy conversing with her lately.

"Beck Oliver was tutoring me in dance." I said, setting my backpack down by my bro, "We didn't realize we'd be late." My mom didn't reply to me for a moment, and I wondered why; I would've at least heard a grunt. I looked up to see her face was super-happy with a big grin.

"Beck Oliver?" she said, "As in, a boy?" Slowly, I nodded. Mom squealed joyously.

"Oh, honey, I'm so happy!" she cried, "You having a boyfriend—"

"Whoa, whoa, hold the phone!" I interrupted; what the freak was she raving about? ! Boyfriend? ! Really, I've never had a boyfriend! And she already knows Beck and Jade are the hottest couple at Hollywood Arts; why would she think I was dating him? !

"Ma, I'm not dating Beck!" I said, "We're only friends. He's just tutoring me so I won't have to go to that snotty dance boarding school." I expected her to retaliate by saying the school wasn't snotty and a good learning experience (like she does so often) but instead she just looked at me, puzzled.

"Oh, you're not?" she said, moving closer into the living room, "That's disappointing…"

"Thank you, mother dearest!" I said. So what, now I was a failure without a boyfriend? ! Chiz, I hate my mom.

"Cat, I'm merely disappointed for you." she said, placing a hand on my shoulder, "Having feelings for a boy that's taken—"

"I have zero feelings for Beck!" I cried, backing away so her hand slid off. Where would she get the idea I liked Beck like that? ! She's so delusional! I wonder sometimes if she needs medication.

"Really?" Mom said, a truly surprised tone to her voice, "Huh. I thought every girl at your school was after him."

"Not me." I said firmly, walking to sit on an armchair. It's apparent I wasn't firm enough because Mom came over and stood next to me.

"I've seen his yearbook photo." she said, "Pretty handsome fellow." I didn't respond. Yeah, Beck was cute but…no, we were only friends! I had no romantic feelings towards him. Nada, zero, zilch! Besides, he loved Jade and she loved him. He was, as Mom put it, "taken". Not that that bothered me at all.

"And, from what I've heard, nice too," Mom continued, "Caring…friendly…polite…hot."

"Ma!" I practically screeched, "Don't be such a cougar!" Mom purely laughed and pecked my head.

"It's alright, Catty." she said, using that nickname I kind of hate, "I understand you have no feelings toward this Beck kid. You can be friends with dudes too and have no want for romance." She smiled and began walking away back into the kitchen. She snapped her fingers—like remembering something—and turned back to me.

"And thank him for giving you these lessons," she said, "I'd hate to send you away." She gave me a sickly-sweet grin and disappeared into the kitchen. I'll bet you would, I thought bitterly, snatching a magazine to calm my rising nerves. I always got a little cuckoo talking about certain subjects; reading helped cool me off. But the book I grabbed didn't help: it was last year's school yearbook.

I had flipped to a page that had a picture of Jade scowling at the camera and Beck next to her, smiling at her anger. I scrutinized Beck's face unwillingly: his smile was cute and his eyes were that soft, creamy, alluring brown…You don't like Beck! I screamed inside my head, You just know that he's super-hot because, well, he is! It's not like you suddenly have a crush or anything! I was never one to fawn over guys. I didn't really enjoy the whole "dating" scene. I was fine with friends and myself; I didn't need a guy. But seeing Beck in this light…ugh, it penetrated my ignorant, innocent force field! Anger building, I threw the yearbook. It hit my brother in the head, causing him to snort and awaken.

"What happened? !" he yelled. Usually I would apologize over and over again to the point it was hard to shut me up but I was so stressed I just said "Go back to your nap." Being un-Cat is not good for me.