(A/N): So this story is about like most others that deal with the separation of Cece and Rocky. The only difference is that Cece now bullies Rocky. Don't worry; Cece gets what's coming to her. I guess what decided this for me was Surviving High School: Cliché Cliques. Great story, even if it a femslash, which I don't normally read. I guess that even a Kindle glitch can be good.

Rocky's POV

I really should have seen this coming. I knew she wasn't really my friend. Friends don't treat each other like dirt just to become popular. I guess I should explain. My name is Raquel Blue. The friend; oh excuse me tormenter that was my best friend, is Cece Jones. We used to be the best of friends, or so I thought. But not according to her. To her, I was just some 4-eyed geek she used to pass her classes. Now she bullies me and she even got me kicked off of Shake It Up, Chicago! I don't dance anymore because there is no reason. The only friends I have are Dina, Tinka, and Deuce. Ty is still on my side, but we don't talk as much now that he has moved to California after he got his music contract.

Any ways, I got to go to school now. It used to be the best place in the world for me, not it is my own Lake of Fire. (Hey, ya'll just learned a little something from the Bible today!) I hope that I don't have to deal with Cece. "Hey four-eyes! Just what are you doing at my locker?" Speak of the she-devil. "M-My lo-locker is " I began stuttering. "I don't give a %#$ where your locker is. Move!" she yelled shoving Rocky across the lockers. "I know you didn't just push her!" yelled Dina in her thick New York accent. "Yeah, I just did you little %#$^$! Why don't you just go on back to where ever you just came from," said Cece. Yeah, she has picked up some rather colorful language since she stopped being my friend. Dina told her where to go as she grabbed my shoulders and steered me away. But not before she looked back over her shoulder and looked at Cece and said, "Oh, wait. Even Satan doesn't deserve that." "Are you ok Rocks?" she asked in a calming voice. "Yeah, I'm ok," she said trying to hide the gash on her arm. "Wait, what is that?" asked Dina turning Rocky around. "Oh my God Rocky! We need to get you to the nurse!" she said trying to drag me. "NO! They'll know that she is hurting me," I begged starting to cry. "Why shouldn't they?" she asked. "Because it'll only get worse," I cried. "Ok…At least let me fix that cut," she said leading me to her locker. After fixing my arm, she called Deuce over to her. "Hey Deucey, do you have a jacket and some text books Rocky can borrow?" asked Dina to her boyfriend. "Uh, yeah. BRB," he said and walked away only to appear with said items. "Thanks, you guys. I don't know how to thank you for helping me," I said. "It's no problem Rocky. Dina and I are still your friends even if that little SOB isn't," said Deuce giving me a gentle hug.

I told them bye and walked to my next class. And to my disdain, whom do I find. Yep! It's the She-devil herself. Cecelia Jones. And to make matters worse, she is sitting right behind me. God, I hate my life! "Well if it isn't the 4-eyed freak of Chicago. No congirl to protect you now," said Cece sitting on the desk. I just sat there and hung my head. "Aw, did I hurt your feelings? Good, you no good dirty little " she began but was drowned out by the bell. Everyone took his or her seats. Once the class was finished I walked out. My day after that was pretty much uneventful. Thanks to Deuce and Dina, I didn't have to go to my locker for the rest of the day. They also said that it could stay that way all year. Once I got home, I started my normal routine. Once I had my chores done I went to my room and logged onto my computer. After a few minutes online I got a chat request. I accepted and instantly got this email:

What's up 4-eyed freak?

I immediately recognized who it was. Cece Jones. What was up with her and the 4-eyed thing? So what if I wear glasses.

I have nothing to say to you.

After that I shut the computer down and went to bed early. I honestly didn't know why she wanted to talk to me.

Cece's POV

I can't believe she just blew me off. She was lucky I even attempted to talk to her. I mean I was her best friend and she just said that she has nothing to say. She doesn't know who the heck she thinks she talking to. And that New York girl she always hangs out with and her caterpillar eyed boyfriend. Who needs them? I don't, that's for sure.

(A/N): Thanks for reading. There is more to come and I hope to update sometime this week and again if I get the chance before band camp starts. Catch ya'll on the flip side.