Monday

Raquel Blue, also known as Rocky, took her seat in the front of the class room, pulled out a Biology book, a college block and a pen out of her light red colored bag and laid them down on her desk, waiting for the teacher to enter the class room and begin the lesson.

"Rocky! Rocky!"

The tall brunette turned around and looked for the girl who had called her.

"Rocky! Give me your homework!

Of course it was Cecelia Jones, also known as CeCe, Rocky's best friend who probably just realized that her homework was left at home or, most likely, not even finished. Rocky shook her head: she couldn't understand how homework in such an exciting class like Biology (let alone the work at the lesson) could seem boring to someone. But then again, it was CeCe, the girl who would freak out from happiness if the school would burn down.

She would probably be the one who set it on fire, anyway.

"Good morning, class." A man entered the room and closed the door. He barely had hair and the rests of it were almost through-looking grey. His eyebrows faded away because of the sun (Mr Zachman, that was his name, happened to be a passionate traveler), but his small eyes, a mix of ice blue and grass green, had an amazing effect on his pupils. No one dared to make him angry, because this could not mean anything nice.

Rocky felt bad for CeCe - Mr Zachman never forgot checking on every single pupil and make an entry for every not done homework- but who was letting copy their homework didn't have it better, so the dark-haired teenager couldn't do anything but to turn around and greet the teacher together with the rest of the class.

"Good morning, Mr idiot!" You could hear CeCe out of all the pupils greeting angrily.

"Jones?" Mr Zachman called, after everyone finished saying the same in different speeds.

"Yes, Sir?" the redhead asked innocently.

"Detention, Miss," the teacher replied, grinning evil.

"Ugh," CeCe exclaimed and let her head fall on the desk, running her hands through her red curls and pulling on them. The new choreography on Shake It Up, Chicago! was quite hard this time and she didn't have much time to practice.

Now even less.

After the lesson CeCe walked up to the teacher's desk to get the detention's details and on her way let Rocky know that she didn't have to wait for her. Rocky mouthed 'sorry' and took her bag to leave.

In the hall there was a big crowd. First, Rocky thought the crowd was located anywhere near cheerleaders (Candy Cho, ugh!), but then she realized it were just pupils standing at their lockers and talking to each other. She made her way through the crowd to her locker and chose the combination, opening the locker and taking some books for the next classes.

"Hey, Rocky," she heard a voice with a familiar accent. Immediately, a smile made its way to her lips and as she shut the locker door closed, she definitely didn't see the person she hoped she would.

"Oh, it's you. Hi, Tinka," Rocky replied then and looked around, searching for her best friend.

"Well, who did you expect to see?" Tinka asked, confused.

"Um, just CeCe," the brunette lied.

"Yeah, sure. Speaking of the devil, here she is," Tinka said and left the two best friends alone.

"Ugh, you have no idea how much I can't stand this Mr Zachman! I will have to spend two hours with some guy who also got detention! Imagine, it's Frankie! What if he tries to attack me? I'm sure he still isn't over the fact that I don't hang out with him anymore!" CeCe explained.

"Umm, CeCe, you do know I was the one who hung out with him? Which was about three years ago?"

"That is not important right now!" the redhead cried and chose the combination to open her locker.

Rocky shook her head and smiled at the thought that the one she was hoping to see earlier would really be there soon.

He promised.

"Hey chicas!" Deuce's voice brought her back to reality. "How's it gone?"

"Awful," CeCe answered and started explaining the whole thing to the Latino, before Rocky could even say 'Fine, thanks'.

Deuce didn't seem to mind, though, because at the end when CeCe finally breathed out, he said, "I'm sorry for you, but I'm sure it won't be that bad. You know, just the two of us..." he winked at the redhead.

"You will sit there and write 'I will not be naughty to teachers' two hundred times in two hours?" CeCe sounded the happiest she had ever been today.

"Yeah"

"Well then, see you," she said, grinning and walked to her next class.

"Oh, and about me..." Rocky began, but was cut off.

"Got to head to my class, bye," Deuce said and left Rocky alone.

"... yeah, I'm fine, except for the fact that I'm lovesick, thanks for asking," she finished and went to Trigonometry.

"I'm home!" Rocky shouted, entering the apartment and closing the door after herself.

"Good for you," a male voice shouted back; it was Ty, Rocky's big brother.

The brunette walked up to her room, locked the door and let her bag fall on the ground. Right now she wanted to sleep through the next two days and then wake up full of energy. Unfortunately, she wasn't used to sleep before bedtime and lots of homework were waiting for her to make it. Rocky groaned and sat down in the chair in front of her desk. She turned on her laptop and waited for it to load, pulling out books out of her bag that she needed for her homework.

In the very next moment she got a video chat suggestion and agreed to chat with someone with the username 'ShinyBoy'. A smile appeared on Rocky's face when the video chat window had opened.

"Hey," a male voice came from the speakers.

"Hi," Rocky answered and looked straight to the web camera to make him feel as if they were in the same room and she was looking at him.

"How was your day so far?" he asked, grinning into the camera.

"Got better when you called." He prayed she wouldn't see how his cheeks turned red at that one sentence.

"Good to know that I made your day," he replied then with a cheeky grin on his lips.

"I said it got better, not that you made it," Rocky rolled her eyes; he was just joking, but without knowing it he spoke the truth. "Why are you up so early? It's four a.m at yours right now, isn't it?"

"You know I'm always up early," he almost whispered, because, in fact, he usually woke up one hour later, but he wanted to see her as soon as possible.

"Yeah," Rocky giggled quietly and thought a second about all the things that she wanted to tell him. "CeCe and Deuce got detention," she said then.

"How exciting. They are probably going to lick faces after five minutes." Rocky laughed at his remark.

"Hey, don't forget, Deuce still has feelings for Dina, they are in a complicated relationship, but it's still a relationship," the brunette replied.

"Oh, Dina, I believe I know her. She's the female version of Deuce, isn't she?"

"Oh yeah, that's her. I think they're a cute match."

"I don't know, I've always thought it would be more fun to have a girlfriend who's totally different compared to me."

"Hmm..."

"Like me and you." It's amazing how Rocky lit up hearing him saying that.

"Hmm, yeah, probably," she tried to act the happiness in her voice away.

"I mean, that would be if we actually had feelings for each other."

Stupid me, I actually thought he would feel the same way. We're just friends, after all, Rocky thought and managed to say something like 'yes, sure'.

"Umm, well, how's Tinka? We didn't video chat for a week or something, is she alright?"

"Yeah, she's fine, we hang out sometimes," Rocky answered. "I think I'll go do my homework now."

"Oh, okay... bye then."

"Bye," she said and shut the laptop, already feeling how wet her eyes became.

Rocky used to think love was an amazing feeling, but now she would give anything to undo her not-so-tiny crush.

On the most sparkling boy on Earth.