"What are your plans?" I ask CeCe, swiftly clutching the red dodge ball to my chest. Oh, fifth period P.E. The one time I didn't sweat just because of manual labor, it was because I had to for my grade. "Nothing much, tonight I might g-" She panted, breathlessly flying to the left while a ball came hurdling toward her face. Wait, I'm right next to her so may-

Boom! The dodgeball had implanted it's rough skin to my face, which is probably red and feels like it's throbbing. Instead of hearing conforting noises to make me not want to go crawl under a hole and die, I heard laughs. "You're so dumb!" "Haha, think fast Blue!" "What a freaking geek." "Freak." "Loser." "Nerd."

What are these words people are spitting viciously? The whistle blew, signaling the end of fifth period. Thank God. Everyone in the class dropped their balls on the ground while I rubbed my throbbing face. That was seriously going to leave a mark. I looked around for CeCe but she was nowhere to be seen. Alone and sore, I headed for the Girls' locker room. Inside the locker room it was hot and loud from all the girls inside.

"HA! Nice bruise!" One girl I recall her name is Annabelle spat. I scowled. Where's a best friend when you need her? I know, she's over there totally acting like I dind't exist. What the heck was wrong with her? One time we were talking about wedding plans for her mom then boom, she acts like I don't even exist. And here I am, people throwing insults at me and me in total shock.

Was there actual use to say that CeCe totally caused dumb middle schoolers to attack me with words just because she moved so the dodge ball can hit me smack in the face?

Bruno Mars says that he'll catch a greenade for you. Well, a best friend should at least take a dodge ball for you! God, I can't wait to tell everybody to name me. I can almost imagine it. "Balls face." And for the sexual refrence would make them laugh any harder. Or maybe I'm just over reacting. Or maybe I'm not.

Later that day, my mom started rubbing my face with Neosporen. "This is gonna help!" I hissed, cringing my wholeface. The medacine felt like a million bees were literally stinging my face. "What the hell happen?!" she exclaimed, putting some more on. I gripped the pilliow behind me, and gritted my teeth pain erupts into me the tingles and stings double as I searched to find my words.

"I-It was P.E and a ball hit me in the FACE!" I screamed the last part because at that point she sprayed something on my face, which made it hurt even more.

CeCe's P.O.V (after it happen)

I should've helped her. She was my best friend, and I let the "queens" of the school throw words at her. They weren't exactly nice words either. I should've helped her. I could've helped her. I should have. I could have. I find that all the shoulda coulda woulda done it means nothing. Because there she is, in the locker room rubbing her face in pain, still shocked to what just happen in here.

And I couldn't blame her. I was so confused, I found myself walking with them: Stephanie, Annabelle, Tracy, Dana, Emerald, Kassidy and Tara. Most would call themself lucky. But I could call myself confused, confused to why I couldn't just have walked out and helped my best friend. If I did that, I would most defenitly be in the loser catagory. Who wants to be there?

This is just some fun. It couldn't hurt, right? "Oh my god, I love your manicure!" Emerald gushed to Stephanie, chomping on her green mint flavored gum. Two things I hated: chomping on gum, and buttkissing. I hated butt kissing especially if she sounded like a knock off valley girl.

This little expirement couldn't possibly hurt anybody...right? Exept for Rocky, CeCe. GAH! Stupid voice of reason always ruins my plans. Mentally, I tune out that voice. This was my expirence. It's an expirence not a lifestyle.

The girls were nodding and throwing other comments out there, all to their queen Stephanie. After a few minutes of changing and stuff, my best friend was out of sight. I check my watch. Holy crap I promised I'd meet her! The bell wrang, literally blasting me out of deep thought. They noticed me of course, but they were too much into their conversations about whatever to achknoledge me, however.

"But did you see the dork get hit in the head with the dodge ball?" Dana shouted, then exploaded into a loud laugh along with the rest of the group.
My heart dropped, my lips quivered. There was something I could've done to prevent that. And here I was walking and laughing with the people who hurt my best friend. What am I doing? Living. Well, it's bad!

So what? I'm CeCe Jones and I'm bad! Right? The evilness wrapped inside of me, and a look of pleasure covered my face.

I was laughing, at my very own best friend. "You still hang out with her, Jones?" Annabelle breathed, after 5 minutes of nonstop laughing. I shrugged. "Eh. She's alright, but I don't see her in my future." Lie. No way! They smiled in satisfactory.

Wow, I was having a full blown arguement with myself. I'm hanging with the popular kids, forget Rocky! "Hey, were going to the mall later wanna come with?" Stephanie asked. I reckon they didn't even talk about it. Stephanie spontaniously threw the question out there, not that the other were gonna argue.

"Or you're still gonna hang out with Blue?" Tracy spat my best friends name in disgust. All the adreniline pumped into my voicebox, as a smirk came onto my face.

"I'd love to."

Rocky's P.O.V

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Hey, this is CeCe from Shake It Up-

Voicemail. Again. She's been ignoring me all afternoon. Seriously, what did I ever do to her? If anything, I should be mad at hurt and not calling her. She caused me some major face damage!

Well, it's not super major. I rolled up from the couch and into the bathroom. The mirror really didn't like me today. I had a big black and blue bruise, with pinches of red speckled into the sore sprawled across the left side of my face. My left eye was swollen and my lips had small cuts in it. I throw my brown wavy hair to the side of my shoulders and drew my fingertips on the sore.

"Ouch." I hissed, cringing. Who knew dodge balls could be so harsh? Mom says I'll make a full recovery by a week, and Dr. Dad (my dad) says so too. Great! A week of hurtful words and sneers, just for something my best friend did. She could've prevented it but not. She didn't. I'm angry at her. I was boiling at her. I was bitter and cross with her.

My own best friend.

My own best friend.