Cat POV

Hey little red it's me. You really thought that your little stunt would work, that you could take my phone and I would leave you alone. No chance. I thought Shapiro would have taken enough beatings from me to have known better. Shapiro is going to realise that I should not be messed with, but don't worry after I'm finished with my meeting with the principle, I'll be sure to send a little tip in to the local news on your behalf. I don't want you to feel left out. Oh, I'm being called in. Gotta go babe, make sure you check out the news later... I'm certain you'll find it very interesting.

I kept listening to that message, that spiteful message that he thought was appropriate to leave on my phone. His voice was arrogant and he laughed cruelly at the end of it.

I had to get Robbie out of the house so that I could leave. He would have just stopped me and told me it was foolish, but I have to try. I had originally called Adam because I was concerned about Robbie. He wasn't coping well and I didn't know how to help him. Adam told me that Robbie's school was deciding tonight at six whether he would be allowed back. It was at that moment when I knew I needed to act.

I arrived at Hollywood Arts at 10 past 6 and I made no effort to hide from the paparazzi. They could my picture now for all I care, what difference would it make? I could see them surrounding the perimeter as their cameras continuously clicked. I even looked up and smiled, I would not let them know that they effected me.

When we reached the entrance our passage was blocked by a security guard. Smiling I asked sweetly, "Excuse me could you tell me where the meeting is?"

He cleared his throat, "Well, it's for committee members only, I'm sorry I can't let you in."

Frowning I turned to my bodyguards. Sizing up the security guard, they nodded at each other and blocked him from my view, "Cat Valentine wants to know where the meeting is."

He yelped, "Upstairs first door on the left."

I smiled jubilantly, "Thank you very much and don't worry; I will make sure that you won't get in trouble for letting me through."

Striding through the school I stopped to look around, it was amazing. It clearly depicted students who were creative in so many areas. The lockers where all unique each designed to show their characters, I noticed a locker with a keyboard on it, one with scissors attached to it and another that was transparent. I could see why Robbie loved it here, it was a school where you could express yourself and you wouldn't be judged, it made me wish that I had went to a school like this instead of being home-schooled.

Rushing up the staircase I located the board room and opened the door, there was a collective gasp from the committee members there. Even the layout of this room was daunting, at the back of the room there was a long, polished mahogany table in which all the members where surrounding, it highly resembled a court room. There were two chairs in the middle of the room clearly for the defendant.

Gulping, I addressed all the board members, "I'm sorry to barge in like this but I'm looking for the principle of this school."

A small woman sitting directly in the middle of the bench stood up, her eyes narrowed as she responded to her uninvited guest, "That would be me, Helen Dubois. Who might I ask are you?"

I clenched my fist tightly in an attempt to stop myself from shaking. Come on Cat, don't let them psyche you out. This was just like a performance and you had down them a million times before.

"My name is Cat Valentine and I have reason to believe that you are here to discuss the expulsion of Robbie Shapiro. I have something that you might be interested in."

Helen's eyes became wide with realisation and she mumbled to the woman beside her, "Cat Valentine, the Cat Valentine?"

I spoke up. "Yes I am that Cat Valentine but I am not here to talk about myself, I'm here to help Robbie." Boldly I marched to the center of the room and sat on the chair in front of the table.

Helen sat back down, "Very well Ms. Valentine, as you have taken the time to come down here we will hear what you have to say."

Rummaging through my bag then I pulled out three phones, "In the short time that I have known Robbie Shapiro we have become close friends and I know for a fact that he is not the tormentor that Brad has made him out as. I have met Brad and I can tell you first hand that he has verbally and physically abused Robbie on more than one occasion."

Helen sighed deeply and shuffled her notes, "While that is all very fine and well Ms. Valentine however I need evidence for you to support this."

I smiled triumphantly, "I thought you might say that. I have a substantial amount of evidence actually. The first one is Brad's broken phone." Handing it to my guard he set it in front of Helen.

"I'm sure with all of the media attention surrounding me today you will have heard about my manager's indiscretion, Brad assisted with this. I know this unrelated to Robbie however I believe that this shows that Brad processes the characteristics of a bully. If you need to you can get it fixed and look at the photos, although I don't think it will come to that."

Helen peered at the phone, "Anything else, so far this isn't very promising Ms. Valentine."

Unfazed I continued, "Of course, I have Robbie's phone here. I well...let's say I borrowed it off him. I know that he has a recording of Brad on it from the night he attacked him. He was provoked; Brad was saying vile things about me and another student at your school, Tori Vega. Robbie was merely defending us."

Helen arched a brow, "Well Ms. Valentine, this still doesn't change the fact that Mr. Shapiro attacked Brad." Her lips where a thin line and the other members looked uninterested, I could tell their patience was running thin.

I had to be more convincing, I can't let Robbie get kicked out.

"No, I'm not trying to defend Robbie's actions. While it was very gallant of him, he shouldn't have hurt Brad. I am only asking you to suspend him instead of expelling him. Brad is the one who she be suspended, he is not the only victim here." I made eye contact with each member, I had to connect emotionally with them to convince them that Robbie deserved to stay.

"My last piece of evidence shows this." I pressed play on my voice mail and Brad's booming voice bounced off of the walls.

The members listened intently as Brad mocked Robbie and I and openly admitted to bullying him and exposing my relationship with him. I smiled as I listened to Brad, finally he had done something that was useful to me. It was ironic that he didn't even realise that he had sealed his own doom.

The voice mail finished and the members started to whisper among themselves, Helen hushed them.

"If you still aren't convinced that Brad is awful I can get you a tape from my security camera that shows him trying to force himself on me. Imagine he tried to do that to one of your daughters, or nieces. He doesn't deserve to be tolerated and he certainly does not deserve to stay at this school."

Helen closed her eyes and placed a hand on her chest. "No thank you Ms. Valentine this is enough."

She gestured to the door. "You may leave now, thank you for bringing this to our attention."

Rising I approached the bench to pick up the phones. As I reached for them Helen's hand covered them, "I can see to it that these are safely returned to the boys."

I smiled at Helen, then just in case they needed a little bit more convincing I grabbed one of her sheets and pen and scribbled down my number.

Leaning over towards her I whispered, "If you ever want me to some free, public advertising for your school let me know." Despite the tense situation I giggled and waved at the rest of the board before flouncing out of the room, my guards dependably following as I walked back into the crowd of cameras.

Robbie POV

I couldn't sleep, it was time. They were all there in the board room deciding whether or not I would remain a student in Hollywood Arts.

I'm not a patient person, I cannot stand waiting. Time seems to slow are you are only left with your thoughts for company.

Not being able to stand it anymore I left the room in search of someone to talk to, I heard the small patter of tiny feet, "Robbie!" Feeling a tug on my bottoms I looked down, Max was smiling up at me. "How do you make him talk?"

He passed Rex up to me. Grinning I placed him on my hand, "he gets like this sometimes. He's a bit moody."

"Hey, who are you calling moody and that kid Max is way more fun than you! At least he doesn't ditch me for a pretty girl." Rex replied.

Max laughed gleefully and clapped his hands. Seeing his response I continued.

"Hey what about you and the Northridge girls?" I scolded.

"Well you can't say no to them, they know how to handle a man... if you know what I mean?" Rex insinuated.

"Rex!" I exclaimed, "That's inappropriate." Max didn't seem to notice and was doubled over on the floor in fits of laughter. It felt good to make someone laugh for a change, God knows I could use a laugh.

"Come on Robbie, let's go play." He tugged my arm and I let him lead me down the stair into the living room. I looked around at the pictures in the room; one of dad and Jane; his new wife, Max when he was a new-born, more of Max and... none of me. I felt a twinge in my stomach, it was like I didn't exist.

"Robbie look." Max pointed to the TV, "That curly-haired boy looks like you!"

My face paled, Oh god. Would they ever stop showing it?

Luckily before I could throw something at the television in anger, my Dad entered and saw the news. He wasted no time in turning it off.

"That's enough. Now Robbie, I want you, Rex and Max to go straight to bed now. You all have big days ahead of you."

Grunting I replied, "Yeah, sure because I so many places that I can go."

He smiled sadly at me,"I suppose, I mean it's not like your expulsion has been lifted and you are returning to school tomorrow."

It took a moment before it actually sunk in.

What he being serious?

My dad was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement. "I just had a call from the school, they aren't expelling you! They recognize that they have wrongly accused you of bullying Brad for a long period of time and they feel that they have punished you enough. So you can return tomorrow."

"I'm going back?" I croaked.

He nodded, "It's seems like you have someone looking out for you. They received an anonymous tip about Brad."

I made no effort to suppress the grin that broke out, laughing in relief I grabbed Max and spun him around in the air. We both cheered.

"Yay! Robbie get's to go to school!" He giggled.

I laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. I'm excited to return to school, I am the only teenager in the world to say that. Setting Max down I ignored his chants of, "again, again!" and impulsively hugged my father. It took him a moment before he reciprocated and that's when I saw it.

In the corner of the room there it was. The photo of me and my father.

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