Catsberger's Syndrome (a Victorious Fanfic)

Tori

Here, I introduce you to the person who came close to wrecking me. "Tori" and I still stay in touch on Instagram/ Twitter/whatever, but we aren't friends. Cat will have a similar fate.

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"Pretty girl!" someone with a Southern drawl screams as I exit the school, clutching the strap of my Volcom backpack. Once again, I want to hide in my too-big Rush hoodie (When Daddy took me to see them on tour, all the small hoodies ran out so I had to buy the medium which is too large for my petite body) and never be forced to interact with humans.

It's her. Slightly shorter than me, hipster clear-lens Wayfarers, kandi cuffs she made herself, and that smirky smirk. 

"Don't try to duck out, bro! I know where your Civic is!" Crap, she remembers making out in my car after band practice!

"Tori," I squeak.

She saunters over, clad in a Krewella T-shirt and yoga pants from Pink. "How've ya been, dollface?" 

I stutter.

"And you called me the retard." Her head is thrown back in laughter. Fuck, she smells like weed. It's the same stuff Jade and I used to smoke, but mixed with something else. Blood?

"Where's Katherine?" I manage to say.

"OH!" she exclaims. "OTHER Cat!" She rolls the "r" in "other" on purpose, intentionally trying to knock me down with the fact that she's dating a girl with the same name as me. Katherine is not as good looking as me; she actually favors a man to be quite honest. My Asperger's want to tell Tori that she is dating a zoo animal, but I bite down.

"She's in the car," she says, gesturing to a beat-up 1994 BMW with a lack-luster finish and staticky subs. "Listen, I only dropped by to talk to Jade about getting me more 'good stuff,' so if you can just move-"

"Jade's not here!" I awkwardly blurt, staring off into the distance. "She brought alcohol to school, and Sikowitz caught her. She's in Alternative School."

"Well," Tori huffs with her hands on her hips. "Give her the message that me and THAT Cat need our 'Purp' by next Tuesday or else."

I want to ask or else what, but I know not to.

It's funny how you're exes can have you whipped at times.

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September 1, the previous year:

Tori was a golden goddess: everyone at Hollywood Arts loved her, looking past the fact that she whored around worse than Beck or Jade. She had graduated in May, a few months prior to that day when she decided to take a chance on the off-beat chick all the lesbians in LA were raving about.

"Her hair, it's fabulous!!"

"I hear she dyes it."

"Like I give a fuck! Those big brown fuck-me eyes though!"

"I betcha she's straight as a noodle."

"I hear she is insane."

"So is Morrissey, and I have a theory she's his love child."

Tori had attended school with Cat for two years before finally graduating, but hardly knew her. Cat hung out with Jade, the school's female drug dealer, who was willing to sell to Tori but made no jokes of letting Tori know exactly how she thought of her. 

"You're ass is huge, Tori. Slim Fast it up, whore." Jade said, forking over a bag of kush.

Tori asked Cat out via text message one day while Cat was in Pre-Cal. Cat, of course, said yes.

They dated for two months, always having some sort of conflict. Tori constantly cheated and lied, and poor aspergic Cat was left hung out to dry 9 times out of 10. The highs couldn't balance out the lows and, eventually the relationship, if you could call it one, crumbled. Cat cried until December, when they tried to rekindle what they had. It didn't work, so Cat became involved with Beck. When Beck broke up with her the day after they had sex, Cat once again flew to Tori, seeking a solace that wasn't there. In the end, Tori, who promised to never again hurt Cat, got with Katherine. It was time to move on. 

But how could she when Tori was right there?