A/N This chapter is dedicated to Serene Cullen. I hope you like the Bade, I put it in there just for you:) I'mWickedCrazyYeahI'mAllThat, you and Serene have both been very supportive of me. So thanks! It really helps.

I'm sorry that the other characters haven't really come into the story at all yet…. But that changes now.

I'm finally doing a different PoV than Cat's! Yay! It should be a nice change…. I'll still be doing mostly hers, though. I like it that way.

Disclaimer: Quite obviously, I don't own Victorious. I wish I did, though….

Jade's PoV

As the bell rang for lunch, I finished shoving my books into my locker and slammed the black, scissor-covered door. Peeking around the corner, I saw that Beck had done the same with his transparent one. However much I may call the design nerdy, I actually love the statement that he makes with his locker. It's adorable. But don't tell him that; I will hunt you down.

As he tured around, I walked up to my boyfriend, grabbed his hand, and started walking down the hall towards the Asphalt Café. But as soon as I had taken a few steps in that direction, he stopped abruptly, and pulled me into his chest.

He embraced me roughly, stroking the stop of my head and kissing my hair.

"You know, I was thinking…."

Shivers ran up and down my spine. I didn't normally hear this tone in his voice, this edge of pure desire. I didn't think he would break our virginities at school, but you could never be too sure….

"Tell me what you were thinking."

"Well…."

There it was again. That need in his words. I felt it too; a kiss wouldn't be long in coming.

"I was thinking. Who needs food anyway?"

I pulled my head from my chest and flashed him a smile. The one that only he ever got to see. The one that only he could ever bring out of me.

"Not me."

He grinned lazily, then pulled me towards the janitor's closet. Once we were inside, I barely had time to shut the door and lock it before his lips crashed onto mine, moving aggressively, hungrily.

More pleased than fazed, the one tiny part of my mind that wasn't focused entirely on Beck reflected on his sudden change of mood. Usually, he was gentle and I was the aggressive one. But this time, our positions had been reversed.

After what seemed like hours, we finally had to separate for breath. Emerging from our heated make-out session, I sighed, content for the first time in a while. I decided to let him know what was on my mind. Let him see how right this felt.

"Yeah, who needs food anyway?"

Right then, my stomach growled so loudly, I swear it echoed a couple times in that tiny closet full of cleaning supplies.

He laughed.

"Apparently, you do."

"But Beccckkk…."

He smiled even wider.

"Come on, we gotta get to lunch."

I sighed and rolled my eyes as he pulled me out of the closet. We'd only wasted about five minutes of lunch time, but it seemed like much more….

As we arrived at the Asphalt Café, I noticed that Beck was walking towards a table occupied by Andre and Robbie. Any other day, I would have protested and insulted them, but those five minutes in the janitor's closet had really improved my mood.

Robbie and Andre greeted us as we sat down. Andre was in the middle of composing a new song, and Robbie was fiddling around uncomfortably with his hands, glancing around and looking stressed. I noticed that he didn't have Rex with him. Huh. Weird. He took that puppet everywhere. But I decided not to comment on the dummy's absence.

"Hey, Robbie, why do you look so nervous?"

I can't believe that just slipped out of my mouth. I swear, Beck Oliver is a kissing wizard. Caring, politeness, interest in other people's problems; what next? Would I start an animal shelter?

He looked me in the eye for the first time. Wow. He looked like he was really freaking out about something.

"It's just, um, Cat's not here. And she always sits with us at lunch. I thought she might be with you and Beck, but she's not…."

He trailed off. Man, he really was buggin' about this girl. Any other day, I would have enjoyed his discomfort, but then Beck went and put me in and unusually good mood…. Hey, I'm not complaining.

I decided to change the subject, Clearly, this conversation was going nowhere.

"Hey Andre, is that a burrito?"

He looked up from the song he had been writing.

"What, this? Oh yeah, it is."

I eyed the steaming burrito on the table in front of him, and my stomach growled again. Man, did that smell good.

"What kind is it?"

"Oh, Festus's serving his special burritos today."

"What?" I half-shouted. "He only makes those things, like, once a year! I've gotta go get one!"

As I dashed towards the Grub Truck, hoping they weren't sold out yet, I faintly heard Beck call, "Get me one, too!"

I ran up to the truck, hoping against hope that Festus hadn't sold out yet. I couldn't see the man, but from the sizzling and banging going on inside, I knew he was there.

"Hey, Festus!" I shouted up to the open window. Immediately, he came to the opening and hung his head out to look down.

"Hello buddy, velcome to lunch!"

Anyone but me would have smiled at his strange accent.

"So, you got any more of those special burritos left? I need two, one for me and one for Beck."

He shook his head sadly.

"Sorry, buddy, I only got vone left, and I can't make any more."

"Well, I'll take it! Beck and I can share, it's okay."

He grinned, instantly regaining his cheerful demeanor.

"Thank you buddy, that'll be ten dollars."

"Ten dollars? That's way too much for a burrito!"

"You vant this burrito or not, Jade?"

I sighed. Clearly, there was no winning with this guy. I had to grab the food and go, before someone else got it.

"Fine, here's your ten bucks." I handed the money up to him in exchange for the burrito.

"Thank you so much, buddy, have a nice day!"

I walked back to our table, burrito in hand, and sat back down next to Beck. He looked confused.

"Just one?"

I nodded.

"That's all he had left."

"Ah. Thanks for getting it. Guess we'll have to share now, Jadey."

My eyebrows met in a frown. I did not like that dumb nickname. It was almost as stupid as my full name.

"You know I don't like being called that, Beckett."

He playfully mimicked my expression. It took all of her acting skills not to giggle like an idiot when he tried to contort his face to look like hers.

"And You know that I don't like being called that, Jadelyn."

She frowned again and opened her mouth to reply when none other than Tori Vega ran up to their table. She looked flustered, and her hair and clothes were messed up, kinda like she'd been in a fight with someone. Jade smirked. Well, at least someone other than her had the guts to take Miss Perfect down a few notches.

Everyone else at the table smiled at the brunette and greeted her nicely.

"Yo, Tori!" Andre grinned.

"H-hey, Tori." Robbie stuttered as he looked at his hands.

"Hey, come sit." Beck motioned her towards us. Any other day, I would have objected to her presence (And I still didn't love it), but it looked like she was buggin' bit time about something. So I didn't say anything.

As the half-Latina sat down, her buttoned-up brown jacket pulled up off her white shirt, I noticed an interesting splash of color on her stomach.

"Hey, Vega. Is that blood on your shirt?" I said, morbidly interested.

She glanced down at her stomach, glanced up at me, fearful, and pulled the jacket back down over her shirt.

"B-blood? No, why would you ask, Jade?"

I sneered. Looks like Little Miss Perfect isn't so good at lying. I slid closer to her. She was so preoccupied with trying to fix her outfit and hide her shirt that she didn't even notice me.

"Oh come on, Vega, we know you're all lying…." I trailed off as I yanked her jacket off of her shirt.

There was a full-spread, bright red bloody handprint on her white shirt. And it still looked wet. I blinked. Judging by the size of the hand, a child had done this. I frowned a little. Did one of the preschoolers next door attack her?

She pushed my hand away and tried to grab her jacket, but I held it out of her reach.

"Come on, Jade, give me my jacket back! I need it!

"Not until you tell us what's going on."

Yeah, what happened, Tor? Who did this to you?" Andre inquired as he glanced down at her shirt for the first time and then looked back up at me, shocked.

Ugh. That stupid nickname of hers always made my lips curl.

Next to me, Beck looked worried about the blood on Miss Cheekbones' shirt.

The skinny brunette looked at me imploringly. I gave a tiny shake of my head and dangled the jacket tantalizingly out of her arm's length.

Tori sighed in defeat.

"I-it's Cat."

Gasps and looks of shock ran around the table. I dropped her jacket, not caring about teasing her anymore.

"Cat did this?" Robbie asked, looking up from his hands for the first time since Tori sat down.

"But I don't understand how Lil' Red could have anything to do with tha-"

I cut Andre off. Cat was the most important thing on my mind right now. I would have loved to stick around and find out exactly what happened, but right now, I've gotta find that redhead.

I stood up abruptly, food forgotten.

"I'm going to go find her." My voice was brittle, determined, Nobody was going to stop me. And they knew that.

"We'll help you." I blinked in surprise. Robbie actually sounded…. Brave? Courageous? The others nodded in assent.

"Fine. We can hear the whole story later. For now, let's just split up and find Cat."

We all rushed off. Secretly, I was glad they had agreed to splitting up. I knew immediately where the ninety-pound girl would be hiding. We'd found each other there many times before.

I set off to my destination, walking quickly. I've gotta find her before anyone else does!

Cat's PoV

I cried as the water ran over my arm, washing the red blood away. As the tears ran down my face, to mingle with the blood and water in the bathroom sink, I shut off the faucet and grabbed some paper towels.

Crap, my arm hurts!

I wrapped the paper towels around it to soak up any blood that might come out, and dashed into the handicapped stall. I locked the door, then leaned against the wall and started sobbing again. Slowly, I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor, crying my eyes out.

This was all Tori Vega's fault. The one day that I wore short sleeves, the one day that I wanted a burrito more than anything else, the one day I really didn't wanna talk to her, she had to be pushy and grab my arm.

I sniffled a little and peeled back the paper towels on my arm to see if my wrist was still bleeding. There were a few tiny red smudges on the white paper, but other than that, it seemed like my cuts had finally stopped bleeding. I hissed quietly as the air hit the raw wounds. The cuts stung, bringing fresh tears to my eyes.

Faintly I heard the door open. Instantly quiet, I inched farther away from the door, hoping that whoever it was couldn't see me.

"Cat, are you in here?"

A/N Yay, a cliffhanger! What do you think of this chapter? It's the longest I've written yet…. Should I keep going with this? Also, who do you think it is in the bathroom? I'd like to know any speculations you might have. Tell me if you even like this in a review!

Thank You Always.

~IF7