Disclaimer: I don't own Shake It Up!
Author's Note: This is the sequel for Confessions of a Dramatic Teenage Life. So the sequel starts now! Link to Confessions of a Dramatic Teenage Life: .net/s/7155381/1/Confessions_Of_A_Dramatic_Teenage_Life
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Chapter One: Deuce Leaves
-CeCe's POV-
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"HE WAS ONLY IN THERE FOR, LIKE, NINETY DAYS!" Deuce yelled at the phone. "Ms. Jones, tell me again what happened."
"He broke out because his dad was the cop who was guarding him." I heard Mom say from the other end. She was on speaker phone. "Deuce, do whatever you can to protect her."
"Okay. I will." My mom hung up after Deuce promised.
"Kind of hard whenever you melt in front of her!"
"Who?" Flynn asked. I ignored him; I didn't want to say her name, and I was seeing if Deuce would.
"I wasn't melting in front of her, CeCe. I love you, you know that. If I didn't, I wouldn't promise to protect you."
"Fine, you win. But, if you do anything that breaks the 'I love you' statement you made… I'm going to cry and utterly kill myself." I stood, and Deuce followed. He put the phone back on the receiver and look towards me.
"How?"
"I know how to do it! Put twenty eight tablets into my drink!" I said. "But I'm not going to if you keep your promise."
"I already said I would protect you!"
"No, do you promise that you love me?"
"Oh, yes, CeCe, I do." And with that, he came up to me and pressed his lips against mine. God, we were so short. We pulled away when Flynn groaned. "CeCe… I'm going to find Rocky and Ty. And together, we're going to talk to him."
"He doesn't like people who just 'talk to him'." I was having a bad time saying his name… Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan…
I can think it easily, and even that hurt, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. "I don't care. CeCe, you're not safe anymore."
I nodded silently as he full-on pressed his lips against mine. It was a hungry kiss, as if he's a psychic who can see that I'm not going to see him anymore. I tried to push that thought away and I kissed him harder. I felt tears pouring from my closed eyes.
And I almost would've let Deuce's tongue in if Flynn hadn't ruined the moment by saying, "Stop making out in front of the TV!" Deuce pushed away, kissed my cheek, and wiped away my tears.
"I love you, CeCe."
"I want to come with you."
"Watch Flynn. I'll be back…" And with that he closed the door. I sat down on the couch, crying harder. I put my head in my hands and slouched.
"He can't be gone forever, can he?" Flynn asked quietly.
"I don't know, Flynnie…" I cried.
I went to my bedroom and slammed my door closed, and cried into my pillow for the rest of the night.
