(A/N: The lines in italics are flashbacks unless the line says something like 'I thought'. The main setting is in Robbie's room, but it constantly changes and it might get confusing. Makes sense to me, but I wrote it so…)

Cat POV

"Sigh…"

"How are things between you and Robbie?" Mrs. Shapiro asked me, while his dad looked on, taking a bite of his baked potato.

"We're good." I said.

"Have things kind of settled down?" Mr. Shapiro asked, his face kind.

"Yeah, he's doing his thing, and I'm doing mine."

"Speaking of which, how is the play going sweetheart?" Mrs. Shapiro asked.

My heart soared after hearing that. I'm getting used to the Shapiro's taking me in as sort of their adoptive daughter, but it still is nice to hear a compliment from someone older who cares about you.

"It's going very good, just really learning my lines."

And Robbie's avoiding me like I am the incarnation of death. But I can't say that. They would try to get us talking, and Robbie wouldn't like that. Who would like someone to force you to talk to someone you don't want to talk to?

I wandered around what used to be Robbie's room. Now, all that is left is the bed. Some movers came and took the rest of his dressers and stuff and put them in his new house.

It was a room I used to look forward to seeing. Now, it fills me with regret.

He must have specifically said to leave the bed, because there is nothing else other than my clothes in the closet and dust.

"Forgot to say, please burn the sheets once you're done today ok? I don't want to be anywhere near you two for a while, so STAY AWAY."

And so, the bed is untouched. We didn't burn the sheets; I made them later that night after Robbie didn't respond to any of my text messages.

C'mon Cat…KEEP IT TOGETHER! You can't cry! You aren't dating him anymore! You don't love him! You're going out with Beck. You are dating Beck Cat!

My attempt to keep my emotions under wraps failed, and a few tears fell onto Robbie's pillow. I gave in and collapsed into the pillow, where the smell of Robbie's shampoo still remained.

I glanced to the wall, where there was a small scuff mark. Where it all began to fall apart.

Beck and I had been going out for about a week. It was very nice, watching Girly Cow, him listening to me babble, and occasional kissing.

I shouldn't say that. It was more than occasional. After the first couple nights after school I went to Beck's and we basically made out until either he had to leave for work or his parents called him for something.

Nobody needs me, that's the moral of this story.

Beck could get another girlfriend, because after all I'm defective.

Tori hates how I've treated Robbie, and could always just pretend she doesn't know me.

Andre is borderline famous, and the famous forget the little people.

Jade…loves me. But not for what I've done. She told me she loves me a day or two ago and I haven't really talked to her since.

And Robbie?

I know he doesn't want anything to do with me. He's got Stephanie.

I remember Jade told me before all this stuff started a couple of years ago that people get better at everything with time and practice.

Now he's a professional at having to piece together his heart back together after I've destroyed it. He's amazingly good at talking to me but not really saying anything at all.

I remember when he told me how to pick up on that so that I could see the subtle jokes that people throw out. And now he's using that on me.

I would have said against me, but I'm not fighting back. I know that some part of this was coming to me.

"So are you busy after school?" Beck said huskily, scaring me from behind.

I jumped, then quickly hugged him. "No, why?"

He quickly escorted me to his car, where we started kissing and stuff and it got heated really quick.

"Where's the quickest place that we can be alone?" He growled, lightly kissing my collarbone. I had to suppress a moan of ecstasy out of pure pleasure.

"I know where." I said, and soon he was driving with the instructions to Robbie's house.

Then once inside the house he picked me up and kissed me passionately. "Cat, I'm not going to lie, I really need you."

I simply groaned and hopped on him, whispering "Yes." In the process. He dragged me towards Robbie's bedroom.

"Uh Beck, why here?" I quietly asked.

"I need you baby, really bad. Do you mind?" He replied quietly, burying his nose in my neck and softly kissing my pulse point.

Robbie never did that otherwise I would have made him submit to me earlier.

I simply let out a groan and started working on him, and things were just getting good, his shirt was gone, along with mine. I was about to get his pants off when—

"What the hell!"

I quickly separated myself reluctantly from Beck, only to see the last people I didn't want to see.

Jade.

And Robbie.

My finger twinged slightly, causing me to flinch. I cut my finger, again after I cried into Robbie's pillow for about an hour and while I was cleaning up the pieces of the cat that Robbie threw in his anger.

Please reply, please reply Robbie…

I just sent the text, asking if we could talk.

My phone screen lit up. 1 new message. Robbie

YAYAYAYAYAYAY!

"No."

I froze. No? So we can't talk about what happened? I…It's not all my fault! Yeah I messed up, and it is your house but…he started it!

I didn't stop him though. I didn't want to stop him. Nothing would have stopped us if they hadn't burst thru the door. I guess it's better than Robbie's parents. That would have been horrible.

"I'm so STUPID!" I yelled, kicking the box next to Robbie's bed really hard. Whatever it is is really hard because my foot is now killing me.

I remember the day after, when I was beyond hope in talking to Robbie. I just want to apologize for where I did it. But he shouldn't be that mad. We are not dating anymore. He didn't have to flip out when we were in his room. He told me that this is my home too. And teenagers have sex with their boyfriends in their houses daily.

It's not like he's my one and only or anything. I can safely say I do not love him. Care about him, yes. Is he necessary to my sanity, yes. But love, either romantic or friendly, no. He needs to calm down and move on.

"—how's Stephanie?" Jade asked.

I just went still, and my heart went to ice.

"Stephanie?" I asked myself, racking my brain for a girl he knows with that name.

"Who's Stephanie?" Beck asked quickly.

"She's a friend of Robbie's." Tori explained. "He met her when he went to one of Andre's parties."

The blonde haired girl at the club that night. The one he was dancing with… I quickly remembered.

I shivered slightly.

"Nice, you guys close?" Beck asked.

"Not really, I've only known her for like 3 weeks." Robbie said nonchalantly.

"Doesn't sound like it." I thought.

"She's really good at pool though." Andre said.

"How do you know?" Beck asked.

"We played pool on Sunday together."

"You met her?" He asked, sounding worried.

"SHE'S BEEN HERE?" I panicked, but quickly got ahold of myself. I have no right to be mad. I was the one caught half naked in his own bed in his own house with his best friend.

"Yep. She's really nice." Andre said.

"I bet she was all sweet and lady like." I thought bitterly.

The memories of my mom screaming 'SLUT!' at me came to the front of my mind.

"Did she beat you?" Beck asked.

"Once or twice."

It was silent for a fraction of a second, and then Avril Lavigne's "What the Hell" started playing.

Robbie glanced at his phone, and his lips perked up in a slight smile.

"Excuse me…" He said, running from the room.

I could barely see his back after he stepped onto his porch, and I zoned thru the conversation that had sprung up while he was outside. Then he suddenly hung up and came back inside.

"What's up?" Jade asked once he had moved back into the living room.

"My dad threw out his back while moving some stuff and it has to be moved tonight, so I'm heading over there." Robbie explained.

"I should ask if I could help." I quickly thought. But then I remembered. He doesn't want me around. I'm baggage. It is his blood family, and I'm a tag along.

I swallowed my desire to help out and quietly exited the room like everyone else.

"What on earth is in that BOX!" I yelled, clutching my foot while sitting on the bed. I swear, that thing is like a box of cement or bricks.

I gingerly sat on the floor, next to the box and opened it.

"How's your back?" I asked, keen on changing the topic of conversation from Robbie and I.

"My back?" Mr. Shapiro asked, sounding very confused.

"Yeah, didn't you hurt yourself the other day?" I filled in.

"No, why do you think I hurt my back?"

"He lied…" I thought. "He effortlessly lied to everyone in the room. But especially to me. I like his dad, he's an awesome guy!"

"I thought Robbie said something about you hurting your back or something." I told him, shrugging it off.

"Oh, well I'm fine sweetheart. Thanks for the concern." He smiled softly at me.

I smiled back, but my appetite evaporated. I politely made my way thru dinner without eating much more.

I gasped, and then my heart sank.

It's his book.

Tons of copies. It's not a big box, but 4 books fit horizontally and it's stacked to the brim.

I recognized it because I saw it when we were buying books for school. I glanced at it, but never read it, even when he offered to give me a free copy back in Miami.

But this one is off somehow; I can't put my finger on it.

Then I flip to the back cover.

"Robbie Shapiro is your average everyday guy with a amazing story. He was born and raised in Los Angeles and will be attending USC in the fall."

Above is a nice picture that looks eerily reminiscent of our senior pictures.

I flip to the first page, and began to read.

(A/N: The names are changed in this version because Robbie doesn't want people stalking Cat because at the time, they were still going out. And this is a different version of the book. In the international best seller version, Robbie is not the credited author, nobody is.

"It was just another day, I swear. Class was going on without a hitch, and I was being a good boy, listening dutifully. Until someone tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned to see the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She had brown, bouncy curls and a happy face.

"Hi! Your hair is curly and bouncy! I'm Brandi by the way. What's your name?"

"Robbie." I remembered. I remember how his face lit up when he turned around. He was so happy just to see me. We didn't talk for the longest time because I was the popular girl and he was…

Robbie.

Then it hits me. "The book is about Robbie and me. It's a love story. That's why it's a best seller everywhere you can buy books."

My eyes quickly welled up as the magnitude of it hits me. His book, the best seller. Is about me. Us. What we were.

And no longer are.

I'm with Beck.

He's with Stephanie.

I think.