I do not own Shake it Up!
Hello guys, this is a new story I'm working on. It is Gece – Centered. Hope you like it!
CeCe's POV
"I'm Gary Wilde, and this is Shake It Up! Be sure to watch more episodes next week featuring the dancing pig!" Groans could be heard from people in the Shake It Up audience and the dancers. I, being CeCe Jones, groaned with everyone as well. Gary Wilde was so weird.
The ending buzzer sounded, and everyone scattered around like pigeons. Clicking my purple heels, I headed over to get my green gym bag which was lying on a bench 10 feet away from me. "Hey CeCe!" Rocky bounced over to me, eager as always, her curls bouncing. "What do you want?" I asked nonchalantly, but she knew me better than that. "C'mon CeCe aren't you excited?" she prodded, grabbing my sweaty hands and swinging them back and forth. "Excited for what?" I inquired as I unzipped my gym bag and fished out my lip gloss. I began applying it on my lips, not really concentrating on what she was saying. "….I LOVE Justin Starr I'm so happy that he's guest starring again!" Rocky squealed and I joined in with her. There, you see? I am CeCe Jones, I don't even have to listen to a whole conversation to know what it's about. I am so good.
Most people in the school like me. Even my enemies don't bother me as much. The only people bugging me more frequently now are Gunther and Tinka Hessenheffer. C'mon, look at those two. Walking around like they own the school. They call others losers when they themselves are what they call others.
"Hello Bay-bee" a pair a voices exclaimed behind me. Oh look, it's like they can read my thoughts or something. Creeps…I thought to myself as I felt my heart skip a beat when I noticed a smug Gunther behind me. No, I didn't like him. I just… well maybe it was a reaction people get from being too much around guys they hate? "What do you want?" Rocky asked in annoyance. "Whatever" Tinka muttered and I rolled my eyes. "How you doing Bay-bee?" Gunther asked me his dumb "flirty" voice, putting his stinking arm around me. I felt a slight churning in my stomach and felt scared. I had to get this little thing my mind was doing against my will out of my system before it was too late! I shrugged him off as quickly as possible. "Don't touch me" warned and stepped back for effect. "What, can't get enough of my "touchy-touchy"? Gunther smirked, waggling his fingers to demonstrate touching. Or smoothing feathers. Whatever. What a weirdo. I can't believe my subconsciousness is starting to like him. I do not and never will like Gunther Hessenheffer. Period.
So, how do you like? CeCe sounds so determined not to like Gunther, lol.
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