The usual six sat together in the asphalt cafe, enjoying each other's company and their lunch. They watched with warped attention as Andre finished singing one of his newest songs, giddy from the good beat.

"Oh my God, Andre! That was the best song you've ever written!" Tori exclaimed excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

The dread locked teenager laughed at her enthusiasm and rubbed his hands, grinning. "Thanks Tor. I'm thinking about adding a rap verse, but I'm not sure yet." He ran his fingers over the keys of his keyboard, contemplating it.

Tori smiled at that and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Well if you do, as the groups best rapper, I'd be happy to lend my talents." Andre, Beck, Robbie, Cat and Jade only stared at her for a moment before bursting out in laughter, making her frown. "What?"

Beck chuckled and shook his head, grinning at her. "Tor, you know I love ya, but you can't rap."

Tori gaped at him, stammering for a moment. "Wha- I can too rap! I rap all the time!" She huffed, crossing her arms.

"You really can't, babe." Jade piped up beside her, with a chuckle. "You're horrible at it."

Tori opened her mouth to retaliate but was cut off by Andre, "I bet Cat could rap better then you."

The half Latinas face fell for a moment before giving her friends a smug look. "I'll take that bet. If Cat can rap better then me, I'll do whatever any of you want for an entire week."

"You mean you'll be our slave." Jade raised an eyebrow at the proposition, looking at the girl next to her who promptly turned to glare at her girlfriend.

"Not you!" Gaining an eye roll from Jade, Tori turned back to the rest of the group calmly. "But yes. I'll be your slave for a week." The table erupted in cheers and she yelled over her friends voices. "If she can rap better then me!"

Andre grinned from ear to ear and nodded, turning to the smaller girl sitting next to Robbie. "Alright Lil Red, show us what you got."

Cat looked at them and giggled with a nod. "Kay kay!" She cleared her throat and began to rap one of her favorite songs. "

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that's real, real, real,
Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half of pill
I'm on some dumb shit"

She took a deep breath as the actual rap started. "By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck 'em in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills,
He keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He said he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit 'em with the jab like…
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun."

Cat finished the rap with a big proud smile as her friends stared at her, mouth's agape. "Yay! I did it!" She giggled. "Your turn Tori."

Tori stared at her for a moment, jaw hanging, the nacho half way to her mouth dangling from her fingers. Keeping a straight face, she dropped the chip, grabbed her bag, and stalked off into the school as the rest of the group kept staring at Cat in stunned silence.

The redhead looked at them in confusion before a pout covered her lips. "Whattie?"