I don't know what this is. It's kind of a mess and Cat's OOC and confusing and it's all a little weird, but I hope you like it! Thank you so much for the 7 reviews and all of the new alerts and favorites! I read all of them multiple times and it gives me a little insight on what to write next, and just in general. Dream-to-reality123 brought up a good point by saying that the discs just showing up were really convenient, and. looking back, I agree! Let's just say, though, that there's more to that than meets the eye. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious, okay!
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There were no more messages from Trina for days. Weeks, even. It was enough to drive a girl crazy, Cat thought as she stared into her locker two weeks later. Looking into her mirror, she applied another layer of pink lip gloss before slamming her locker shut. She'd get her books after first period. Mrs. Cornish, her Biology teacher, didn't expect her to understand anything anyway, which was equal parts a blessing and a curse. Smiling airily, she skipped up to Beck at his locker.
"Hi hi!" She giggled as Beck shot up like a rocket. He was so cute when he was surprised! She silently scolded herself. Even though they weren't together, Beck was still Jade's. But at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to care as she remembered how the rude girl had been ignoring her ever since Trina died. Smiling, she tilted her head and twirled her curled hair, the classic flirting move.
Beck looked at her strangely, before smiling and pulling something out of his locker. "I have a present for you." Cat looked at him excitedly when he pulled out a bag… of bibble? She let herself frown for one split second before pasting the biggest smile she could on. Just because she didn't like bibble that much didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate a thoughtful gift for no apparent reason, right? Eating a few pieces of the bibble to appease a hopeful looking Beck, she smiled sweetly before skipping, yes, skipping away.
On her way to class, she passed by a concerned looking Lindsey next to a locker spray painted with the word 'bulimic'. Well, that was interesting, she thought, flipping her hair over a shoulder.
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Her classes passed as usual, Cat 'forgetting' her homework in half of them, and she relaxed until lunch. That was when the interrogation started.
"What were you doing with Beck before school?" Jade asked, glaring.
"Just talkin'." Cat said innocently. "Wanna hear a joke?" She smirked internally, knowing her subject change would infuriate the girl.
"What were you talking about?" Jade asked intently, eyes glued to Cat.
"Stuff. He gave me a gift! It's not even my birthday!" Cat said before getting up, leaving a confused and jealous Jade behind. "I have to go meet up with him now, but I'll text you!"
"WHAT?"
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After getting a ride home from her brother, Cat headed off to the mall, eager to listen to gossip and look at clothes. When she got back, (with two bags full of clothes and a pocket full of secrets) she checked the mail, expecting just some bills and a note from her brother's teacher about his unusual/strange/unnatural behavior, she got a disk instead. Her stomach turned, and, expecting something bad, she looked at it with dread, seeing Reason #6 written on it in thin black pen.
Gulping, she headed inside, feeling nauseous. Putting it into her pink DVD player, she pressed Play.
"Who would've thought such a sweet, innocent girl was full of secrets? Probably too many to count, and I pity the poor soul that tries. In this case, Robbie Shapiro, the puppet master… But that's another story. You were only loud when you wanted to be, and when you weren't… It was like you weren't there at all. You put your redred hair up under a hat, and you listened. What for, exactly? Some big, juicy rumor you could talk about? Gossip about one of your so-called friends that you could tell them and pretend to stop so you could act heroic? Did you just want to have something you could hold over everyone's heads in case they betrayed you?
Why did you do it? You pretended to be friends with me, used me like an old toy you never asked for.
You just wanted me for my stories, little secrets you could carelessly say when there was a lull in conversation. You were nice to me, at least nicer than the rest of your little gang was, to my face, but it was when my back was turned that the lies and malice poured out. You just like being liked and included, don't you? I can't blame you for that, who dislikes attention? After all, you were bullied as a child. Whoops, you didn't want anybody to know that, did you? I only know because I was in school with you. I was walking home when I saw you and Molly on the sidewalk. I'm not saying I'm innocent, that I shouldn't have tried to stop them, I simply didn't know how to."
It was then that the world seemed to stop spinning on its axis. Trina knew? She knew and didn't tell anyone? Cat knew too, she knew of a deeper story. She knew about nights spent locked in her room crying, secretly stealing her mother's concealer so her teachers wouldn't ask about the bruises, about the little girl who had been told she was worthless too many times for her to not believe it. Molly had been the bane of her existence, and it had been a miracle when she'd finally moved away during 4th grade.
Lost in her thoughts, Cat paid no attention to the words being spoken until they stopped. Fumbling for the remote, she rewinded it with trepidation.
"But that's how easy it is to say something that could ruin someone else. And you did just that, over and over again. You never really liked me, I doubt you truly like a lot of the people you talk to. You act like life's all sunshine and rainbows, but inside you're full of lies and malice. You built up all of your hate inside, and now, you unleash it. Do you feel power when you spill someone's secrets? A sort of sick pleasure about how you're the chess master and they're just the pawns, oblivious to the game they're playing? Well, I escaped the chess board, and at least now you can't spill any of my other secrets, because my contact knows everything, and if you tell anyone, this tape is going public and the whole world will know what a liar you are.
I told you my secrets, trusting you in a moment of rashness, and what do you do? You tell everyone else, spreading it across your web of informants until everyone's talking about it.
Oh, poor Trina, she can't eat the tasty pizza Festus is selling because she's anorexic. Oops, pretend I didn't say that! You said, or:
One time my brother participated in a pie eating contest, but even after he won, he just couldn't stop eating! Good thing Trina, you know, Trina Vega, doesn't have that problem, she doesn't eat at all!
I'm surprised everyone believes your 'brother' stories, because I know for a fact that the only brother you've ever had was a still born, who never got to live life at all.
I pity you, because you're just fooling yourself.
Your locker is covered with bright locks and sparkling, crimson keys that match your hair. Only you know what it really means, but if I had to guess, I think it represents all of the secrets you carry with you, locked up in your mind.
I trusted you, you know. And you, just like everyone else, betrayed me. But that's what I get for being so naïve, right? You're just lucky you learned your lesson earlier than most.
As for the rest of you, here's some advice. Don't trust a girl who's smarter than you. Because Cat Valentine is far from dumb."
Fury built up inside Cat, listening to the tape. Trina didn't know her! She didn't know her life, and had no right to pretend she did! Glaring at the DVD player, she took the disk out and snapped it in half, and then, in fourths. Blood dripped from her hand, but she didn't care, opening her bedroom window and tossing one piece out into the bushes. Another two she threw in the trash. And she put the last one on her shelf, just as a reminder. Nobody else would ever get to hear that recording, she thought vindictively, before hot tears of shame and grief started making their way down her face.
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"Cat!" Tori called, searching the girl's bathroom. "I know you're in here! The janitor told me he saw you come in!"
Cat sighed. Tori had been looking for her for 2 periods, ever since lunch, and so far Cat had been successfully staying one step behind her. Until now, that was. Curse her small bladder!
"Hey Tor!" She exclaimed, flushing the toilet and opening the stall door. Tori hugged her, dragging her out of the bathroom.
Suddenly, she turned serious. "I found something." Tori held up 4 taped together pieces of a disk, and read the note on it.
"It seems that Cat has had a little accident, but no worries, I have another copy! – Trina"
Cat stared at it in disbelief. How had Trina done this? And, not for the first time, she wondered if Trina was actually dead..
Rushing to her locker, Tori pulled out a disk, with Reason #6 written on it. In thin black pen. "I got this at lunch, too."
Feeling a dizzying sense of déjà vu, Cat pulled out her pink Gatorade and gulped down a few sips.
Just then, the second bell rang for 10th period.
"We're late for class, gotta go Tori!" She shouted before running to her dance class, leaving an even more confused Tori behind.
I felt that this was kinda an awkward place to stop, but it seems too rushed if I add more in otherwise. Not sure how the next chapters gonna go... But the good news is my school and after school activities are winding down, and I have more time to write! BUT I have a tendency to let my mind wander, and my mom yells at me a lot for going onto the computer too much, but the next chapter will hopefully be a bit sooner than this one!
Please tell me what you thought!