(AN I'm really sorry about how long this took me. But I swear, I had a good reason. You see, school started and my mom's been jumping down my throat about my grades. I seriously wish I could update more often, but it's really hard to, and getting ideas for other stories while I'm trying to focus on one doesn't help either. I keep getting sidetracked with new ideas. Well, anyways, enjoy this chapter!)

I couldn't stop thinking about the day at the restaurant. I absolutely hate it when people talk bad about other people like that; it's just not fair. I never understood why people act that way sometimes. It bugged me to death wondering if other people thinks like that lady does; I sure hope not. But then again, that girls mother was the only one who made a comment about it. Unless, people were saying these things behind my back. Behind Andre's back. When I asked Jade about it, she just shook her head and told me not to worry about it.

"Don't worry Cat. This whole entire thing will blow over sooner or later." She told me. "Those people just don't understand what you two have."

When I asked Tori about it, she said pretty much the same thing. To not worry about it and let people think what they want to think. But that didn't help me. I don't want people to think like that. It's just so… icky. I would never think like that. Jade wouldn't. Tori wouldn't. Beck and Andre wouldn't. Robbie… might. I'm not so sure about Robbie anymore. Ever since Jade and Andre beat him up, he kind of separated from the rest of the group. Not even Beck talks to him that much anymore, and they were pretty close.

Now that I think of it, Robbie would definitely think that way. He would do anything to ruin my relationship with Andre.

So now here I am, sitting on the couch all alone, waiting for Jade to get home. She's still hell-bent on ruining Tori's chances at the lead in the play. It's Steamboat Suzy all over again. Jade's done everything from rigging some booby traps to putting itching powder in her whole zombie costume.

So anyway, I was trying to forget about the lady at the restaurant when I heard a knock on the door. I got up to answer it, wondering who it could possibly be. No one ever really visits me or Jade; we always have to invite people over. Other than that, we pretty much don't get any company at all.

Another knock sounded from the wooden door as I stood in front of it. I put on a smile, reached for the handle, and opened the door. Standing in front of me was a boy with a goofy smile and poofy hair. In his arms was a puppet that pretty much looked exactly like him, minus the glasses.

"Hey Cat." Robbie said and stepped through the door.

Without my approval, Robbie walked over to the couch and leaned against the side of it. As minutes passed by, everything started to feel like a dream world. My body went on auto-pilot and I had absolutely no control whatsoever.

"H-hey Robbie. Rex."

Rex nodded his head at me and surprisingly made no comment on anything. At all. Very un-Rex like if you ask me.

"So, umm, how have you been doing?"

"Okay, I guess."

Robbie smiled and nodded; Rex just sat and stared blankly at a wall. I don't think Rex likes me all that much. One time, he made fun of my hair, and Robbie did absolutely nothing about it. We didn't talk for, like, two whole hours after that.

"Cat?" I looked at him and leaned against the wall. "You have to understand that I'm really sorry about what happened. I honestly did not mean any of it. Can you find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me?"

"N-no… No. I can't."

Robbie set down Rex and took small, gentle steps towards me. The closer he got, the more scared I got. Never in my life would I imagine Robbie to be this intimidating. The anger in his eyes flared with each step; it reminded me of when people poke fires with those sticks when they start to die down. Each footstep sounded like the troll from those Harry Potter movies. From where Rex was sitting, a sound kind of like a growl emanated. It might've been a whimper.

As soon as Robbie got face to face with me, a fist pounded against the wall. Some words that I couldn't comprehend were shouted into my face and I just watched blankly. The only words that were brought to my ears were "why not" and "come here". Before I could describe what was going on, two hands gripped on to either side of me. I was being shook by surprisingly strong hands. There was more yelling and a bunch of icky words thrown my way.

A couple minutes later, the front door opened. Robbie's hands let go of me and we both looked towards the door. Jade and Beck were standing in the doorway, laughing about something. As soon as they saw the scenario, they automatically went poker face on us. Like, we couldn't tell what in the world would possibly be running through there heads at the time.

Out of nowhere, Beck started charging towards Robbie. Robbie, being the wimp that he is, tried running away; but to no avail, Beck caught him. Punches were thrown and yucky words were shouted in a matter of minutes. It seemed as if World War Three had broken out in the middle of my living room.

Jade had rushed over to my side. As quick as she got to me, I was pushed upstairs and into my room. Jade forced me down to my bed and sat down next to me, slinging an arm over my shoulder. Crashing noises came from downstairs followed by a door slamming. Jade was trying to block out the noises by humming some song into my ear. It sounded like Pop Goes the Weasel, but it could've been something else.

With another crashing noise coming from outside, a disturbing image popped into my mind. It was my dad. He must have been drinking or something because he wasn't walking right. In his hand was a broken bottle with some sort of red liquid dripping from it. My dad looked like a mad man that had escaped from an asylum.

"Come here Kitty Cat. I won't hurt you."

Those words were repeated over and over again until the image finally left my head. Little remnants of it still floated around, but it wasn't enough to scare me. Or maybe it was.

"Are you ok Cat? You're shaking."

I looked up into Jade's icy blue eyes and noticed something. In different lighting, her eyes were different colors. Isn't that weird? I mean, she has really pretty eyes, and that must be why. Because they never stay the same. They're always changing.

"Cat? Are you ok?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I guess."

A little while after, Beck charged into the room. His nose was a little bit bloody and his left eye was definitely puffy. He sat down on the other side of Jade and they started asking questions. I answered them without putting much thought into any of it. Most of the time, I was just giving simple yes or no answers. My mind was set on one thing, and one thing only. Robbie and my dad are a whole lot alike. Getting mad over silly things. Saying junk that they know will make me feel bad. Yeah, they could be like twins if Robbie was a bit older.

(AN So… what did you think? Any favorite parts for this one? Any feedback is welcome :])