xScreamingxAngelx (Rascal Flatts, hands down!), sshaw101, Robin Is My Boy, icarlyfanatic101, XxAngel GirlxX, oreopop (As I explained in great detail on the 2nd chapter of this story, there is a big difference between Bulimia and Anorexia. Go to that chapter and read, please.), Slytherin Princess 1313 (I describe the dance in detail like that because not everyone knows what those are, so I try to make it easier), Angel-DemonPrincess12, anon, CourtsxBatFan, xKatieDx, and LittleMissVictorious: Decided to update because I'm stuck at home with my sick 6 month old son and Izzy, who is not responding well to his pain meds and they're making him delirious. He won't stop crying about bumble bees…yes, it sounds funny, but it's not if you saw him in person. It's kind of sad. Makes me wanna cry.

A/N: Okay, since everyone has so many questions, let's do a one-time thing. In your review, ask me any personal question you want to know. Anything. I'll answer them in the shout-outs for next chapter. Have fun with that.

Everybody's Fool

Digidestend Angel

I Do NOT Own Victorious or Any Of The Songs Used

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Chapter Eleven

Cat's Courage

Beck watched with sleepy eyes as Cat prepared to leave for her usual Wednesday dance lessons that start at 7:30 and don't end until 10:25, if she's lucky, and then rushes over to class, and then to another class, and then maybe she could squeeze in a lunch before her next class after that. And after that, she gets to go home, take a shower, and today would be different since she said she'd be coming back over to his hospital room. For now, she needed to focus on dancing.

Cat was frustrated with trying to put her hair up in a perfect ponytail.

"Cat, calm down." Beck told her, strain in his voice since it was very sore to talk. "Don't take your anger out on your hair."

"I'm not angry." Cat muttered.

Beck scoffed. "Sure, you're not."

Cat let her hair be finally as she walked to her duffle bag. "Beck, I don't need this from you right now. I'm about to go spend 3 hours with the woman, who does nothing but two things: teach me how to dance better AND insult the self-confidence out of me."

Beck sighed. "Babe, wait." He tried to take her hand, but she began putting her shoes on. "I'm sorry for saying that. I can see you're trying to mediate yourself."

"I'm trying to shut my emotions down, that's what." Cat told him, struggling with the laces. "I'm hoping I've lost enough weight for her finally."

"What do you think she'll say about those stitches?" Beck asked, a bit nervous for her.

Cat rubbed her lips together. "She'll probably yell at me. I'm trying to prepare myself for that." She stood up and went to Beck's side. "I need to go, love." She kissed his forehead. "I'll be back later."

"Cat." Beck called out weakly.

Cat turned to him before she reached the door.

His eyes full of hurt and concern. "You haven't kissed my lips since I've been here." He pointed out. "Why?"

Cat bit her lip before opening the door. "I'm still trying to get that gang leader's disgusting taste out of my mouth, that's why. And I'm not talking about kissing him, if you know what I mean." She said, trying to be emotionless as she left his room.

Beck sighed. His girlfriend really hadn't been the same since her…torture. He didn't blame her, of course. He looked to the window, and seeing it pouring rain. He groaned…his girlfriend just went into that pouring rain.

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WHAT'S NEW ON TheSLAP?

Beck Oliver: The hospital is a boring and smelly place. Someone get me the hell out of here. Mood: Worried

Andre Harris: Enjoying having the apartment to myself :) Mood: FREEDOM!

Jade West: Soooo hangover…and I have class in a few hours. SO WHY THE HELL AM I UP? Mood: PUKING

Tori Vega: Had a nightmare last night that Jade broke in my apartment and stood over me with an axe. Mood: Scared

Robbie Shapiro: HAHHAHAHA! I LOVE WATCHING NEMO! Mood: STILL GIDDY

Cat Valentine: Rain, rain, go away, BECAUSE I HATE YOU! Mood: Irritated

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Cat caught a taxi before she was seriously drenched. "Gates University, please." Cat said, out of breath.

"Gates University, huh?" The driver said as he maneuvered in the busy streets of LA. "Isn't that the fancy music school?"

"Yes." Cat nodded. "You have to audition and have practically perfect grades from high school to get in."

"And I'm guessing you passed both?"

"Yes, sir." Cat sighed. "And right now is my personal dance lesson with the teacher from hell. There really is such thing as the devil wears prada."

The driver laughed. "She's tough?"

"Very." Cat sighed. "But she's the best of the best in California. My parents are paying good money for her lessons, so I'm not going to complain."

"Good girl. Stick with it."

Cat looked at her expensive Coach watch Beck bought her for her birthday and freaked. It was almost 7:20. Suddenly they were at a complete stop. Cat figured it was a red light, but she saw the college a few blocks away. She saw there was an accident ahead, blocking ALL traffic from going through. "Oh hell flippin no!" Cat squeaked out in horror. "This cannot be happening!"

"Sorry, miss, but it looks like it's going to be a good 20-30 minutes till we get out of here." The driver said.

Cat scoffed taking out her wallet. "Not happening. How much do I owe you?"

The driver's eyes widened. "What? You can't be seriously thinking about going out in this heavy storm, do you?"

"I'm not thinking, I'm going to go! How much do I have to pay?" Cat asked in desperation, seeing the clock on the radio saying 7:23. "Oh my god, how much?"

"Just a 20 is fine, miss." Cat handed him the 20 and gathered her stuff, opening the door, since traffic wasn't moving an inch. "BE CAREFUL AND GOOD LUCK!" The man called out, but Cat didn't stop to thank him.

She ran through traffic until she hit the sidewalk. She was absolutely drenched to the bone already, but she made it to the crosswalk of the first intersection. She automatically went, since all traffic from all directions was at a complete stop, because the accident was right in the middle. She ran across, slipping once and scraping her knee, but stood right back up and ran faster. She waited at the crosswalk at another intersection and then went right after it said "walk". She ran across the campus, into the gym, and into the dance studio, slipping everywhere. She ran in, soaked, and saw her dance teacher already there. "I'm so sorry, I'm late!"

Mrs. Waller shrugged. "It's just now 7:30."

Cat sighed in relief. "Oh thank God."

"Dry yourself off with one of the towels over there and hurry up so we can practice." The woman said heartlessly, drinking her warm Starbuck's Coffee. As Cat dried off and went into place, her teacher glared. "What the hell is that?" She motioned to Cat's hands.

Cat gulped. "Well…I accidentally punched a mirror so both fists have stitches."

Her teacher rolled her eyes. "You're a sad being, who does nothing, but disappoints people. I hope you know that."

"I'm well aware, don't worry." Cat managed to say without screaming her head off in frustration.

"Good." The horrid woman smirked. "You know your place." She suddenly pressed play and the music started.

There's something I wanna say
Something that I've been holding back
Can't let it go another day
Let me start by saying that

Her left foot slid on the side of her body before spinning around, her hands sticking out to her sides, while her eyes were closed, getting into the music.

Nothing, nothing,
Nothing, means more than the truth.

She did her famous jazz walk across the room before turning in her ballerina stance.

And truth is that I realize, love is fading from your eyes
Don't know how it came to this, but we gonna get it fixed tonight
Cus nothing, nothing,
Nothing, is worth losing you

She quickly glided across the room again before jumping in the air, doing a split while flying, before landing gracefully.

Tell me what could the problem be, that's got you drinking way too much
What could it be 'bout us
Don't you tell me not right now, I can't let it go
(I can't let it go, no I can't let it go, Oh nooo)

She slid to the ground, turning herself around on the floor, before jumping to her tippy toes, slowly standing up.

What can I do to help you see,
That there's no need for jealousy or insecurities
I'll do anything you want
You can even have the password to my phone

Cat spread her hands above her head and let them fall to her sides in a slow motion as her feet turned her around on the wooden floors.

Because nothing, nothing
Should come between us
Trust in me
Trust in me

Cat faced the mirror that took over the front wall, staring at herself, watching as her feet marched backwards, as her arms moved with her body roll that she did gracefully.

We should cherish every moment like it's the last
Trust in me
Trust in me

She repeated the move again, seeing that she just so happened to love that dance.

If your issues is with trust, hear me when I tell you this
No one else has shared my love, no one else has had your kiss

Cat playfully blew a kiss to the mirror as her right leg kicked up and dropped down to the ground.

Nothing, nothing,
Nothing, can make me forget.

Cat shook her head at her reflection, letting her fingers make a "no-no" motion as she stepped back a few steps to the side.

(Noooo)

She did a stance before lifting herself up with one leg and spun around like a ballerina would quickly and with force to make herself spin faster.

Forget that you're a good man and I know that you've had it hard
Cus you're more than adequate, you're more than I wish for

Cat slid to the slide, doing a jazz walk across the floor again.

Nothing, nothing,
Nothing, can make you any less.

Cat steadied herself before jumping up and doing a cartwheel with no hands in the air, thank God she didn't fall backwards. She didn't exactly feel like joining Beck in the hospital. Before she could continue, a bouncy ball was thrown at Cat's face, making her fall to the floor with a thud. "Ow!" She screamed out, rubbing the side of her face as she struggled to stand back up. What's with teachers throwing random bouncy balls at her? She hoped one day it wouldn't be a baseball or basketball. "You just hit me in the face with a ball!"

"Good eye." Mrs. Waller said bluntly. "You're not focused. Why?"

Cat shook her head, trying to regain herself. "I'm sorry, I'll-"

"Caterina, I want to know why you're not focused." Her teacher demanded.

Cat sighed deeply. "Fine. Monday night, after I left my dance class I teach, my boyfriend and I were mugged at a gas station. He's severely injured and still in the hospital. So it's distracting me. I'm sorry, I'll get it out of my head."

"There's something else." Mrs. Waller walked up to her. "You're leaving something out. Your boyfriend was hurt…what did they do to you?"

Cat figured not to even try to hide it. "They made me give their leader a…" She cleared her throat. "Let's just say I relieved his longing for pleasure."

Her teacher looked shocked, but narrowed her eyes. "And yet, you are here today."

"I went to classes yesterday, I'm here today, and I'm going to classes after this." Cat pointed out. "I'm not letting anything stop me from getting what I want. I want to be the best of the best. I was awarded the best student in this school on Monday and won a 1000 certificate to the Beverly Center. I worked hard for that. I'm getting lessons from the best dance mentor in California, which I'm attempting to prove to you that I can make you look good like I did last year. To make you proud, I worked my ass off last year for that recital and I won first place in the adult division."

"I do recall." Her teacher said simply.

"They say there's a freshman 15, where students gain 15 pounds in their first year of college." Cat told her. "I've LOST 15 pounds. I was a size 4 in high school for jeans, but I am now a size 0. I starve myself and puke out my food when someone forces me to eat. I've fainted, I've had panic attacks, and I've had nightmares of being so overweight to the point…I punched my bathroom mirror to get rid of the image I thought I was seeing." She held up her hands. "Mrs. Waller…face it, please. I am the best student you have EVER had. I've done everything you've told me to do. EVERYTHING. So please believe me when I tell you that I will not let you down this year at this recital. And I'm going to keep being the best just so I can get your damn approval."

As Cat quieted down, Mrs. Waller smirked. "About time you stood up to me, Valentine."

Cat shrugged. "It takes me a while to stick up for myself."

"What happened to you on Monday night made you stronger, as far as I can see." Her teacher told her, walking back to the stereo. She looked back at Cat. "Again."

Cat smiled and did her routine again.

This may work now.

PREVIEW for Chapter 12: Danny?

"Great." Danny smiled. "Hey, how about we do some catching up? Dinner tonight? My treat."

Cat shook her head. "That's not a good idea, Daniel. My boyfriend, Beck, wouldn't appreciate that. He's very protective of me…and he hates you ever since you cheated on me and broke my heart." She glared. "If he even knew you were attending school here and talking to me, he'd go into his macho man mode and tell you off. So let's pretend this little conversation never happened, okay?" With that said, she was satisfied and turned back to the front.

Daniel chuckled. "I'm not scared of Beck." He said with a hint of annoyance. "Where is Beck? Oh, wait, that's right…he's stuck in the hospital."

Cat glared. "Don't bother me, Daniel. I won't think twice of telling Beck, who'd take care of you when he gets out."

The professor suddenly came in, announcing that class has started. Cat groaned as Danny didn't leave his seat next to her.