Cat POV

I had finally broken out; My tour was finally over and I was heading home. I sat in First Class, sipping my hot tea and watching the news. I had left straight after my final concert, desperate to get back to my home town.

It had been two weeks since I had last spoken to Robbie.

Jess and Robbie's other roommate had used the passes and came to my concert in New York. I was glad that they had put them to use, and that I had the chance to apologise to Jess in person, which she graciously accepted. However she seemed reserved when she spoke to me like she was holding back what she really wanted to say. Sean informed us that they were not staying for the concert only that they wanted to return something Robbie gave to them. Nodding they handed me over the pink band, Robbie's infinite backstage pass. I knew what that meant; this was his way of telling me that he was completely finished with me. That was my last link to him, he was setting me free. With a heavy heart I placed the band on my arm and forced a smile on my face, I didn't want them to know how broken I was.

They left after that and I went onstage. I felt like a dull amber, a flame that was flickering. It wasn't my best performance to say the least, I was off on my cues, missed the start of my most famous song and slipped. I laughed it off as Jason rushed over to help me. I really just wanted to stop and leave. I was too frazzled, my face flushed and my stomach churning. But I was dedicated to pleasing my fans so I powered through. I was relieved when I reached my last song, feeling faint I bowed and rushed offstage to my dressing room. Assuming that the sudden illness was due to me not eating enough I forced down some of the food that was left in my room for me.

Jason came to meet me after the show in my dressing room. I had changed out of my constricting corseted dress into some slacks and a loose-fitting t-shirt. Tying my hair back I put on my pumps. I just wanted to leave the city; it had brought me nothing but bad luck. He was kind, attempting to comfort me by hugging me, he told me that I still sounded amazing despite the mishap and once my fans had heard that I had broken up with Robbie they would understand. I appreciated having someone like Jason in my life at the moment, someone genuine and who would listen to me. But that was all I wanted right now, a friend. I had stupidly kissed his cheek before going onstage. It was a reflex; I was so used to kissing Robbie on the cheek when he was leaving in a moment of complete delusion I had assumed that this boy in my dressing room was him.

I now suspected that Jason wanted something more.

After that we left New York. I had never been happier to leave a city... But that didn't mean I wasn't sad about the boy that I was leaving behind. I then tried to distract myself by drowning myself in work. I did meet and greets when I got to the cities, I went out with the crew and I hung out with Jason. By that time Robbie had removed his relationship status on the Slap and it became worldwide news: Cabbie was no more. Some fans grieved for our relationship while others rejoiced, I tried to steer clear from all of the media attention and speculations surrounding why we broke up.

But that was when things got more complicated.

I had been spotted at a restaurant with Jason and everyone had instantly assumed that we were a couple. I spoke to my rep and she cleared at the matter but that didn't stop me worrying about it. I didn't want Robbie to see that, it would just make him hate me more. It was my jealously that tore us apart and if it looked like I had moved on so soon. Then there was never going to be a hope of us ever reconciling.

It was on the last night of the tour, when Jason and I were doing our pre-show ritual. It consisted of us drinking an energy drink as quickly as possible then dancing like maniacs to classic 90s songs. It was that night he kissed me. I blamed myself, I let the kiss last too long.

And I think I liked it.

I was certainly a different feeling from when I kissed Robbie, he applied more pressure and practically lifted me off my feet. It was a nice kiss but I didn't know if I actually felt something... or just wanted too.

Before I could be certain I pushed him off and asked him to leave. Every since then I had been dodging his calls and texts. I know that it is cruel and completely cowardly but I just don't know what to do. I never thought I would want anyway but Robbie and yet here I am, possibly crushing on my new guitarist.

The plane had landed and I looked out the window in joy, I was finally back where I belong. Stepping out into the cool evening breeze I breathed in the intoxicating LA air.

I dragged my suitcase through LAX airport, excited to get back to my own bed. Putting on my sunglasses I ignored the media who surrounded me, anticipating my return. I pushed passed them and ran into the comforting arms of Jade, who was faithfully waiting for me at the exit. Holding me loosely she released me and ushered me out to her car.

The car ride home was slightly tense; I didn't know what Jade was going to say to me, I was surprised that she had even wanted to pick me up. Robbie was her best friend and I had assumed that she would have sided with him. That was one of many messy aspects of friends in a relationship; when things go sour you have to pick sides.

Finally Jade broke the silence,"Have you spoken to Robbie since the break-up?"

I shook my head, "No, I haven't tried to contact him and he hasn't tried to contact me." I answered, fishing for more I continued, "Have you been speaking to him? How is he?"

She kept her eyes on the road but smiled slightly, "Yeah I have, he seems good. He loves Juilliard and he keeps going on about this one classmate in particular, Cassandra or something."

I kept my face neutral; I knew what she was doing. She wanted to see if I was really over Robbie; if I would feel jealous over a potential new girlfriend.

"Oh, well I suppose that's good." I replied nonchalantly.

Arriving at my house I punched in the number to the gate and it swung open. My mother had left for London four days ago. She had promised me that she would be here for my return but I added extra dates and she had already planned to see my father. I was slightly upset that she wasn't here, but I was glad that she made the effort with my father. They still loved each other... despite the difference. They could last being in different continents when Robbie and I couldn't last in different states. I guess that is what true love really is. Maybe what Robbie and I had wasn't real.

I had asked Jade to house-sit for me, someone had to look after Jamie after all. She was more than happy too, anything to get out of her horrible dorm room.

Opening the door I was greeted by the soft purr of my cat. Picking him up I hugged him tightly. Setting my keys down on the table I spotted the photo of Robbie and I. My stomach twisted as I stared at our smiling faces. Grabbing the frame, I carried it and Jamie into the kitchen and before I could give it a second thought I threw it into the bin.

Jade stayed with me that night, she knew how I hated sleeping in the house alone, I had never been able to last a night alone, not since the Brad incident. Normally I had Robbie, he would have talked to me on the phone until I fell asleep. But I guess that was just another change I would have to get used too.

Jade was considerate, even though she tried to hide it most of the time. Trying to please her I let her pick what were going to watch tonight, that was a huge mistake.

She ended up subjecting me to the worse horror movie imaginable. I screamed and cowered behind the pillow while she just laughed cynically. I think this was her revenge for me hurting her best friend. I was pale and felt sick by the end of that film, the sight of blood. Excusing myself I rushed into the kitchen to get a glass of water, gulping down the cool liquid, I tried to calm my stomach. It didn't work, running upstairs to my bathroom I was sick. Groaning and spitting I flushed the toilet and wiped my mouth.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I didn't look at all well. Opening my cupboard I retrieved my toothbrush and toothpaste, I needed to get the acidic taste out of my mouth. As I was brushing my teeth I noticed my unopened box of tampons. I stopped brushing abruptly, thinking intently. Grabbing my phone, I checked the calendar and I felt my stomach drop. My heart was in my throat as I yelled for Jade.

"Jade!" I screamed, "Jade get up here!"

I could hear her bounding up the staircase, she burst through the door.

Her voice was alarmed, "What? What is wrong."

"We need to go to the pharmacy."

She scoffed, "Is that all it is? so you have an upset stomach, just take some aspirin and go to bed."

I shook my head frantically, "No we need to go get something else."

She looked at my petrified expression and the box in my hand, "What?" her voice mirrored my expression.

I swallowed and finally said:

"A pregnancy test."

YEP! A pregnancy scare... overdone but you've gotta love them ;)

The question is: Is she or isn't she?
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