Finally! Yay! I could give you that usual crap about being sorry, and I am, but the truth is, I had no motivation or inspiration whatsoever to continue this story.
But then, two days ago, it hit me. Who knew broken friendships can be useful for something?
I felt like writing something cute, bubbly and happy, especially after watching the last Victorious (this might be the right time to say that I DO NOT OWN VICTORIOUS!) episode which had some suppppppppperrrrrrrrrrr adorabllllllleeeeee Bat moments!
But unfortunately, cute happy and bubbly isn't all that realistic.
So here ya gooo.

Cat was mad. There is no way, and no particular need to say this more accurately. She was just mad. She felt it in her fingertips, her stomach, and most fiercely, in her heart.
That's why she baked cake. Red velvet cake, to be exact. Because she loved the color, hence her hair. But she didn't bake a cake just to pour food coloring in a cake dough and play around with it. She baked it, because she needed to bake and she needed the cake.
Why, you might ask.
The simple reason: Cake didn't disappoint you. Okay, maybe if you screwed up the recipe, but since Cat was a natural baking talent, she didn't have to worry about that. Cake couldn't leave you all by itself. It couldn't raise your hopes and then just walk away from you. Cake didn't kiss you. It couldn't steal your second kiss, sleep by your side and then just, well, not care.

Boys could. Especially one boy could: Hollywood Arts' Prince Charming, Beck Oliver.
Too bad he wouldn't come up to Cat's front door on his white horse, declaring his love and elope with her to his castle in Far Far Away. Nope, not gonna happen.

That is why, on that Tuesday night, she needed cake.

There still had been a couple of days left after they had returned from New York before they needed to go back to school. There was barely any contact between them during those last days of Christmas break. Tori texted her a couple of times, trying to make everything alright because that's the way she was. Cat had avoided to talk to Jade (for obvious reasons), was too shy to contact Beck and really didn't want to talk to Robbie.

Then the first day of school after the break came. To say it was awkward was a grand understatement. Every glance, every class, every word, every tiny situation was dripping with pure awkwardness. Besides that, she was scared as hell of Jade. She was expecting her to come to school with her entire scissor collection and to stab them slowly and cruelly in each of Cat's limbs. But Jade didn't. She just acted as if Cat didn't existed. Had the word been in her vocabulary, Cat would've called it passive-aggressive.

Robbie, Andre and Tori were all worried about what could happen to the group. They realized that the group's couple breaking up could mean the whole group breaking up. Nevertheless, on the first day back, they tried to act like nothing had happened. They cracked their usual jokes, had their usual gossip, ate their lunch at the usual table and went to class in the usual manner. The only difference was they they felt utterly and completely awkward. Oh, and of course the fact that Jade and Beck were nowhere to be found was also a little out of the ordinary.
Jade was, as explained earlier, too passive-aggressive to join the clique and Beck simply wanted to avoid Cat.

He had no idea what to say to her. He didn't want it to be like that. He didn't want the group to fall apart. He still loved all of them, and he still wanted to give a friendship between him and Jade a try. He knew that wasn't going to happen, if he just avoided all of them, but he couldn't face Jade, let alone Cat. And also, to keep out of their way was just so much easier than having to explain himself.
And what would he say?
He meant what he had talked to Jade about. There was no chance of the two of them getting back together, but what would he do about the Cat-incident?

He didn't love her. That was a fact. And every time he said it to himself, it was like someone punched him the stomach because he kept imagining Cat's sad, huge, brown eyes when he would tell her that exact thing. But that stomach punch wasn't enough to turn his feelings around. He couldn't make himself love her even if he wanted to. Actually, he did want to, but that's just not how it works. He wanted to because then, it would've made sense to kiss her. Because then, he wouldn't have to feel like a jerk and he wouldn't have to make Cat feel horrible and rejected. It was pretty egoistic to want to love her. He didn't want to be the one who had destroyed the group by kissing someone out of a drunk New Year's desire.

So, that Monday after the Christmas break, no one saw neither Jade, nor Beck.
In a way, Cat was glad about that. Of course, she wanted to clear everything up; she wanted to know what would happen know and what Beck felt, but she, too, didn't know what to say to him. Unlike Beck, Cat didn't know what she felt. But she knew she enjoyed that kiss. She enjoyed to have someone to fall asleep next to and basically, she just enjoyed Beck's presence. And she wanted more of that. Cat Valentine didn't really know what it meant to be in love, but others, who could have looked into her heart or seen her thoughts, might have said that she was. In love, that is.

On the next day, the first time Beck's and Cat's eyes locked, they both knew there had to be a talk.
In that moment, there was a shimmer of excitement in Cat's eyes because she was still hopeful. She thought maybe there was something developing between her and Beck. Maybe they had to keep their relationship a secret at first, but after some water would have passed under the bridge, the others would probably understand. She was already imagining a bright and happy future with Beck, so in thought, that she didn't notice the what laid in Beck's eyes.
That shimmer was a shimmer of sadness. If shimmers could be sad. He wasn't excited because he knew he was going to disappoint her. He was going to admit what a jerk a was, and then he would see those big brown eyes fill with tears. But at least he was man enough to actually clear things up.

During lunch break, Cat spent a little extra time waiting at her locker; waiting for Beck. He found her as if he had sensed it. So without saying a word, they went into the janitor's cabinet, bracing for a meaningful conversation.

Beck exhaled audibly. His eyes were still sad and her eyes were still excited. She even smiled now. It broke his heart to see her like that, knowing that he would be the one who was about to wipe that smile off her face.

Cat still had no idea what she was going to tell Beck, and he was glad that it wasn't one of those situations where two people want to speak at the same time and open their mouths simultaneously. He wanted to talk before she could introduce him to all her hopes and expectations that he could practically see engraved on her face.

"Cat. First of all, I need to say... I'm sorry. I am so incredibly sorry. I'm a jerk."
She giggled, not grasping the situation. "What?"

"It was... not very... sensible to kiss you."
She didn't speak, so he continued. "It wasn't right. I felt... I don't know, I needed change. I wanted something different from Jade and you were there, but I shouldn't have used you. And that's really what I did, Cat. Please, oh god, please don't hate me. You're one of my best friends. I love you, and you were always there for me, and I used you, and, please, don't tell me I destroyed everything."
Her face fell in what seemed like slow motion. His desperate voice suddenly seemed to come from far away. He noticed all the excitement leaving her darkening eyes. The smile vanished and she couldn't look at him anymore.
"What... this means... what?"
"You're a great friend. And I'm begging you to keep it like that. I know, you must be terribly disappointed now and I'm sorry. So sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have kissed you without having those kinda feeling that you should have when kissing someone. You know, romantic feelings. You were there for me, like you always are, and I needed someone and there were funny feelings inside of me that I should have analyzed, but I didn't. I took advantage of you."

She couldn't answer. All her hopes: Destroyed. Extinguished. Annihilated.

That explains why Cat Valentine, on that Tuesday night, baked a cake, crawled into her bed, cried and ate.