Boo.

I spotted the Vega's car near the back of the Hollywood Arts parking lot. Tori had only been driving for a week and she already had her own car. Luckily, she was still as inexperienced with maintenance as she ever was. The car wasn't locked in the slightest bit, so I faced no struggle hiding in the back seat just as the 3:30 bell rang, releasing the students at once. Tori came out five minutes later, climbing in the front seat and bracing herself to start driving. I stopped her in her tracks.

"Hello," I said quietly.

She screamed, which was expected. That was absolutely my intent. I needed my payback somehow. When faced with opportunity of scaring the living crap out of someone, I won't ever be the person to pass that up.

She twisted her back to look behind her, settling her eyes on me. A look of fear registered on her face as soon as she realized it was me. She masked it with a quivering smile. "Hi, Cat…"

"Oh hush!" I climbed over the car's center to make my way into the passenger seat. "Why'd you tell?" I asked when I was settled.

"Well, um… Don't you think he deserved to know? I mean, this involves him, too," she attempted to explain, rubbing at the back of her neck nervously.

I stared at her, trying to reason with her logic. "Did he deserve to know? Yes. Does this involve him? Sure does. Did you have the right to tell him? No. You didn't, not one bit. This has nothing to do with you, Tori. This has to do with me, Jade, Beck, and even Robbie, but it has absolutely nothing to do with you. For some freak reason, you know what you know. But so far, you've done nothing but abuse this knowledge and take this problem to a place where it does not need to be," I ranted. I've been doing a lot of that lately.

"Cat, I can help you with this!" she tried to rebuttal.

"How? How have you helped me so far?" I quizzed. "Because as far as I can tell, all you've done is tell a seventeen year old boy he has a sixteen year old daughter from the future who needs him to fall in love with his ex-girlfriend so she can go back her universe where she was transported from eight and a half years ago!"

Now I was mad. Now I had more to say. "But maybe she doesn't want to go back! Maybe she has friends here, maybe she's made too many memories here, maybe she's found love here! Maybe that love would be utterly ripped to shreds because her love in this place isn't from her parallel world and she'd never get to see him again! And that it just so happens that in a whole other world, they have their own freakishly adorable ginger daughter that she won't ever get to see again. Ever!

"Maybe she wants to stay here so she can get to know her brother that she never had! Maybe she'd at least like to say a few proper words to him!" I was mad. There was an ache in my chest that made me feel as if I were about to explode. I lowered my voice an octave, at most. This isn't what I'd wanted for my future when I was eight. "Maybe I need an underage drink."

"Cat. I can help you," she repeated.

"You've helped enough," I said, reaching to open my door.

She locked it from the control panel on her side of the car with a proud smile on her face. Good for her, she'd finally figured out how to work something in her vehicle. "Let me out."

"No. I can help you think of a plan to get you out of this mess. I am going to help you and I am going to make it up to you. You're my best friend, Cat. Get that through your head. You can trust me, I swear," she pleaded.

And so I believed.

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