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Everybody's Fool

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I Do NOT Own Victorious or Any Of The Songs Used

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Chapter Twenty-Two

Professor's Prey

Cat, Beck, Jade, Andre, Robbie, and Tori all sat together, praying that class would be over soon for Professor Campbell's lecture was the most boring they have ever heard. Andre had fallen asleep a few times, causing Beck a wonderful opportunity to nudge him, harshly, awake. He knew he'd get hit for that later, but when the chance comes along, he'll take advantage of it. "Consider it payback for taunting me about seeing my fiancée naked." Beck whispered to him.

"I'm still going to pummel you." Andre growled.

"I'd like to see you try." Beck shot back in a quiet tone.

Suddenly Cat smacked her fiancée's arm. "Ssshhh. Some of us actually want to learn something." She hissed before going back to writing down notes. No one else was in the row, since Cat usually printed out copies of them and gave them to the gang. Cat's handwriting was the best when in a hurry unlike the rest of them, who sucked at taking notes when the teacher rambles on and on…and on some more.

"Sorry, babe." Beck frowned, but went back to the lecture.

After class was dismissed, Cat left her friends and rushed up to the front where her professor was putting his things and the class's homework away into his briefcase. "Professor Campbell." She greeted him to get his attention.

He looked to her and smiled. "Ah, Miss Valentine, what do I owe the pleasure?"

She handed him a heavy folder full of papers. "Inside there is all the homework that I have missed for the classes I was absent from. And I know there were an exam and a pop quiz, so I have studied for both and I'm ready to take them whenever you want me to. I know people make up those in your office."

The professor looked shocked. "Miss Valentine, I told you that you didn't have to do all this. Under the circumstances of your absents those couple of days, you have been excused from all work for the days you missed, including the exam and pop quiz."

Cat nodded. "I understand that, sir, but I don't feel right that I get out of that. Yes, I do realize I couldn't help the reasons why I missed the classes I did, but I want to earn my grades at the end of the year the right way. So I am turning in everything I missed, along with today's homework. I really would like to take the exam and quiz, sir. I've studied hard for them and I want the grades. I have never gotten a "N/A" or something like that for a class, so I refuse to start."

The professor still couldn't get over the amount of work the young lady put into her studies. "Um…wow, you have me lost for words, Miss Valentine." He regained himself and put the folder into his briefcase. "Can you stop by my office at 3 o' clock this afternoon? You can take the test and quiz then. If you need to have it open book, you can."

Cat shook her head. "I won't need to. I want equal treatment. Thank you so much!" She shook his hand and scurried out of the class, where Beck was waiting by the door for her so he could walk her to her next class.

Her teacher was still amazed.

Beck put an arm around her waist as they walked to the other building where her class was. "You are the best student a teacher could ever ask for, Cat."

Cat blushed. "Aw, thanks, baby."

"Do you want me to walk you to his office and sit outside?" Beck asked. "Since it's in the library, I can just work on homework out there."

Cat thought about it and nodded. "Sure. It'll give you time to actually do your own homework." She teased as she poked his chest.

"Ooh, good burn." Beck chuckled, making Cat laugh.

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WHAT'S NEW ON TheSLAP?

Cat Valentine: Going to go take my exam and quiz now! Mood: SMART-ISH

Tori Vega: GOOD LUCK, CAT! Mood: Cheery

Jade West: God, Cat, you're such a nerd. Mood: Bored

Andre Harris: Jade, you're jealous because you'll never be motivated like my Lil' Red! Mood: Proud

Beck Oliver: GOD I HATE HOMEWORK! WHY? Mood: Frustrated

Robbie Shapiro: Oh my goodness, I LOVE WATCHING SNOW WHITE! Mood: Happy

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Cat was working at the desk her professor had in his office with silence, except for the sounds of the clock ticking on the wall and Professor Campbell grading papers. She wished she had taken up the offer to use open book, but then she mentally slapped herself. She could handle this. She was a straight A student, so there was no way in hell she was going to stop that now. She wanted to be the perfect student and proud daughter to her parents, so she was going to prove that she could be both.

After a half an hour, Cat put her pencil down, looking the tests over to make sure she had every question filled out and correct. She stood up and handed them to her professor, who looked up.

"Finished already?" He asked in surprise.

"Yes, sir." Cat nodded.

"Well wonderful." He took them. "If you'd like to wait for a moment, I'll grade them right now."

Cat smiled, excited to know her scores. "Sure." She took a seat in the chair in front of his desk as he took out his answer book and graded them. She was excited when she saw him not marking any of the questions on the tests. Maybe she had a perfect A? That'd be the best day ever. When he marked one of the essay questions on the back, she winced. Oops? When he finished, he smiled to her. "Only one question wrong on the exam, Miss Valentine. Good job."

"Thank you, but can you tell me what I did wrong? So I don't mess up the next time." Cat asked.

The teacher smirked a little, which made Cat uncomfortable. "I sure can." He stood up and went into the chair close to her, showing her the test on the page of the essay question. Cat didn't feel comfortable with how close he was sitting, but let it go. Sometimes they need to be close so she could understand it better and she did want to know what she did. Like she continuously said: her scores were important to her. "The question was: According to the Molecular-Orbital Theory, which of the following species has the highest bond order?" and there were 5 answers out of order. You were supposed to put them in order and explain why. You missed one. Right here." He pointed it out, getting closer. "That's all."

Cat nodded. "Oh, okay. I get it now. Thank you."

"Miss Valentine, you really are the brightest student I have ever had." The professor said as he put the test on his desk and turned to Cat, who was feeling even more nervous. "I'm quite honored to have you in my class."

Cat forced a smile. "Thank you, sir. I love comments like that."

"I'm just amazed to see you go through so many traumas and yet you come back with flying colors." Professor Campbell suddenly put a hand on her leg, making her heart drop. "It's very, what the word is…flattering, I guess." When he ran his hand up and down, continued talking, Cat went into her own little conversation in her mind. She didn't want to be rude and walk out, but she wanted to get the hell out of here. "So Miss Valentine, what I'm trying to say is that I think we should work together some time. You can be my assistant."

Cat shook her head. "That's a very kind offer, but I already have my hands full."

"But it could give you extra credit." When his hand when into her inner thigh, Cat jumped up. "Is there a problem?" He asked as he stood up as well.

Cat gulped, grabbing her bag. "No, no, I just need to go." When she went to walk to the door, the professor rushed over and locked it with a loud click. "Professor, I really do need to go." She asked, almost in tears. "My fiancée is waiting for me."

"I just want to talk and…get to know you some more, Caterina." He said in a scary voice, walking closer to her.

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Beck was pulling at his hair at the table closest to the office Cat was in, taking her tests, as he stared at his history homework. He resisted the urge to rip it up. He just wanted Cat to get out already so they could leave and she could tutor him, because he wanted her to help him instead of him looking like a complete fool in the library. Good thing nobody was up here on the third floor, watching him look like an idiot while he was pouting.

"Come on, Cat." He whispered, slamming his head onto the table. "Hurry up already. Jeez." It wasn't like her to take this long.

Click

Beck's head snapped up as he jumped out of his seat. That was a door locking. The only professor still in their office was Professor Campbell and he had Beck's fiancée in the room with him. Wasn't it against school rules to lock a student in the office with them? Cat wouldn't like that either. Beck put his books in his bag, deciding to tell Cat it was time to go. He knocked. "Cat? Cat, sweetie, it's getting late." He said, trying to make up an excuse for her to get excused.

He vaguely heard a 'tell him and you'll fail' before the door unlocked. Professor Campbell stood there with an annoyed smile. "Hello, Mr. Oliver. Here's your fiancée. All done with her tests." He opened the door a little wider as Cat picked up her book bag again and avoided eye contact with her professor. "Nice getting to know you better, Miss Valentine." He said in a seething voice, making Beck's precious fiancée cringe and force a nod. Professor Campbell bid good day to Beck before shutting the door.

Beck immediately put his hands on Cat's head, making her look up at him. Her eyes were full of fear. "Cat, what'd he do?" He asked in a deep voice.

Cat's lip trembled and was about to tell him, but she sighed and shook her head. "Please, can we just go home? Please?" She pleaded with a desperate tone.

Beck's heart dropped. She wasn't going to tell him because she didn't want to fail the class. "Can you answer me one question? Did he…hurt you?"

Cat looked away. "Almost." She whispered. "But he didn't. You came just in time." She smiled up at him. "Thank you."

Beck wanted to go kill his professor, but stopped himself. Cat was safe and alright. "Okay, baby. As long as you're alright, I won't do anything. If it happens again, I will."

Cat nodded. "Okay. Can we go home now?"

"Sure. We'll order pizza when we get home." He said, changing the subject.

Cat squeaked. "Can we get extra cheese again? That was absolutely delicious."

Beck chuckled, but nodded. "You bet, babygirl."

Cat leaned her head on his chest as he carefully helped her down the stairs. How did she get such an understanding, yet protective boyfriend? She didn't deserve someone so wonderful and strong. She truly didn't believe she did, but she had someone like that and she wanted to keep him forever. And she really was, since they would be getting married. She was ready to spend the rest of her life with him.

Preview For Chapter 23: Get The Ring Already!

"Jeez, Cat, I'm so freaking busy lately, so when the hell am I supposed to find some free time to go pick out a stupid ring?" Beck snapped.

Cat gasped. "So my engagement ring is STUPID?"

"It's a piece of useless jewelry!" Beck told her.

"It's a symbol our loving freaking relationship!" Cat shot back. "It'll show everyone how much you really give a crap about my feelings and care about me! If it's not special, that means you don't love me or even want to marry me!"

"Oh, for the love of god, quit being so dramatic!" Beck growled. "I do everything for you and this is how you treat me? You're acting so ungrateful right now!"

Cat looked taken aback and then glared. "Fine! If you don't want to show the world how important I am to you and how I'm already taken by you, then who cares? I don't want to get married anymore!" With that, Cat ran into their bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Random Fact about DA: I sold my first song to a country artist when I was 17 years old. It was in an album, but it didn't make it like getting a single. No, I'm not revealing who. That would reveal who I am. Not happening. Safety for my son and family, sorry.