Disclaimer: I only own a stupid internet folder that has a trollface as it's illustration, and it laughs. It laughs as I sob in the corner, waiting for my carrot to return. Come home, Forest.

A/N: So I already had chapter two typed, but because of the ever-so-lovely file-saving format of (And by that I mean it's fucking-bitchiness/retardedness/stupidness/Miley-Cyrus-ness) I lost my file, so I had to re-type this whole entire thing, and I have a shit-terrible memory. I hope it's pretty much like the last one.

Fucking Fucknuggets... FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUU-

"Guys, look at at Rocky, she's such an nerd outcast girl."

The boys behind me snicker, and I keep my dignity, moving to a table that's farther away from them, and out of their view. What the hell are they doing in the school library anyway? God knows they don't even know what the purpose of one is. My glasses proceed to fall off my face as I settle at the table, the empty, dark table.

Ugh, I really need to get rid of these crappy glasses.

... But if I do, I won't be able to see, and that means I can't see CeCe. I'll manage.

So, CeCe didn't show up for the tutoring. But I kinda was expecting that.

Yay! Mom packed my gluten-free chocolate chip cookies! I'm not allergic to gluten or anything, my throat just swells up and my stomach acids start to reject the substances in the cookie batter, causing me to puke. You know, little things.

And you are probably wondering why I'm eating lunch in the library. Well, you know about my incident... Everytime I try and even step foot into that place, I'm bombarded by laughs and taunts; So until someone else creates an incident much more controversial and irrational, I am forced to eat my lunch in the library, alone.

"Dude, I totally scored with CeCe yesterday. We got to third base." My ears nearly pop at the mention of CeCe's name, and I intently listen in to whoever is narrating his memory. "I was feelin' her tits man, she's not that big with the bogs but damn, she sure can make a boy feel happy. My tongue was in her mouth and shit, but she didn't get to ride my turkey train... She said somethin' about not wanting to have an ugly baby..." I snort with laughter, much too loudly which gets me a glare from a librarian.

My turkey sandwich is all soggy now. Ew.

That tale just basically ruined my day, now that I know CeCe... Gets around. Well, then again, that could be just him, but I don't know whether CeCe has a boyfriend or not. My sources (My eyes and my guts) tell me that CeCe doesn't have a boyfriend at the moment, and I hope she stays that way.

I wish she'd stay that way.

XxX

"Rocky, I'm going on a business trip for a few days, so Ty is staying at Deuce's house, I don't trust him alone with my house. Can you handle being alone for a few days, baby?" I look up at my mother and she's giving me a sincere, apologetic smile. "I gotta keep up with the work around here, or else we're gonna start using that box in the closet as our home. Your dad hasn't been up to date with all the payments, so, you know how it is. I'll be leaving tonight, so please, don't lock yourself up in your room."

I can't really express my joy right now, I'm still going through the CeCe-Actually-Said-Yes phase. "I'll be fine mom."

"Alright, and stay out of trouble, although I don't think I need to say that to my most responsible, sensible daughter."

I've finished my math, English, and Spanish homework, and now I've got absolutely nothing to do. It's only four o'clock and I'm done.

Can you say 'White Chicks?'

I usually really hate movies such as that, but this movie deserves several Grammies. Now all I have to do is call up some of my friends!

...

Oh.

Where's Tiffany? "Tiffy? Tiffany, where are you?" I hear a hiss behind the couch, that freaking scares the crap out of me, but I anxiously peer behind it anyway. I can feel myself trembling, and my glasses (Oddly) begin to fog up. I exhale in relief as I see Tiffany clawing and struggling my shoe... "Tiff, I've told you once and I'll tell you again, shoes did NOT create dogs!"

I swear, my cat has the IQ of... Everyone at my school.

A few hours later, my mother has said her farewells and Ty has abandon me, and Tiff is... Somewhere that's not here, so I am basically completely and utterly alone.

I guess it's time to break out my Totally Spies Blue-Rays, hehe.

God, I wish Clover was real... She's SO hot, considering she has the exact personality of CeCe.

Oh dear. Here I go again.

If you haven't noticed by now, everything, and I mean everything corresponds right back to CeCe. For instance, yesterday I was in class, laerning about linear functions, freaking linear functions, and then I asked myself: What number what I use as the slope number to get to CeCe's house?

She's has completely infected my life. She's exactly like an STD; I will probably end up dying for her.

I snuggled under my star-splattered sheets with my fluffy slippers warming my feet. My movie has started, and there's nothing to add to my so-called paradise. But then, I shortly slip away from my movie, and let my thoughts take over.

This is the time where I usually begin to think deeper than I should, about how Principle Walloch told me to help CeCe, how CeCe accepted this challenge, and how I always think that things are going to get better between us- Why do I say 'Going to get better' when we never actually had anything developed?

My entire agenda is filled with hearts, and stick figures, and 'CeCe & Rocky's, colored with red and purple. I tend to never write anything in there, so instead I substitute it for my... Diary of love.

That sounds so retarded.

"Fucking FUCK!"

I literally stumble off my sofa and scramble to turn on the lights, because the yell that just echoed through my living room scared the shit out of me. My fingers are still wrapped tightly around my blanket, and the last thing I expect to see is a redhead, red-faced. She slams the door (I swear I hear a crack) and takes hesitant steps towards me. My fight or flight instincts -Which in reality means duck and cover or haul my ass away- are roaring, and I wonder if I'm the cause of CeCe's new-found anger.

CeCe's in my house.

In my house.

Touching my floor.

In my house.

But she's... Crying.

Little droplets continue to make the slow way down the tinted cheeks, fists still clenched and teeth still grinding. I've lost my ability to speak (even that always happens when I'm around CeCe) but this time, I'm afraid that if I do say something, my glasses will be surely be stuck in my rectum.

"I- I fucking hate him. Why can't there just be one happy day for me? That stupid little foreign bitch and his stupid fake blonde hair. I fucking told his flaming gay ass self NOT to tell anyone. Now today, I'm walking through the halls and I hear someone else yell 'Alphabet Eyes' or some shit like that, and I had to take some bitch down today for thinking that she could get away saying that I dial '1-1-9' instead of '9-1-1'. Now I'm suspended for two days, which means that I'm gonna miss the test that I've been studying for all fucking day, and-"

CeCe takes a deep breath and sniffles and covers her face with her hands... She seemed so... Exposed.

I'm trying to figure out what she's talking about, but I all I can see is pain.

I think this is the only time where I really see CeCe without my sex-goddess-goggles on; I don't whether to touch or not, she might slap me or something, but comfort is really the only thing I can offer at the moment.

I dare my issues to surface when I gently touch CeCe's wrist; She immediately stops, and I swear I see her lifting her opposite hand to falcon punch me in the face, but instead dabs away her tears, only proving to smear her mascara even more.

I lead her to my sofa and let her settle there. "C-can I stay here tonight? My brother is at some little nerd's house and my mom is working late at the station... I don't wanna go to anybody else, they'll probably just laugh... You're really like a 'Plan Z' for me."

My heart slowly crumbles upon seeing the usual bright amber eyes full of misery. "You're welcome here anytime, CeCe." I hear a quiet mumble and I retreat back to my room to prepare my bed. Oh GOD, CeCe's staying here tonight! I need my lint roller, I need to fluff my pillows, I-

Shit. CeCe's staying at my house. Shit on a birthday cake, CeCe Jones is staying at my house.

Oh God, I'm gonna hyperventilate. Where's my paper bag?

I'm gonna puke- But if I do it's gonna get on the floor, there's germs and icky stuff.

I'm going to die.

That's when a scream nearly takes my ears out. I rush back to where CeCe is located and I find her. And Tiffany. CeCe has her arms covering her face, trying to maintain her beauty for dear life, while my cat?... Is trying to kill her.

"Tiffany! Get off CeCe!" When that name reaches my cat's ear, it only proves to intensify her temper and her claws come out. I quickly grab her before she takes out CeCe's face, and I drag my retarded cat into the kitchen and snap at her. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you attacking CeCe?"

"Meow?"

"Yes, that's her, the girl that ruins my life but still, that's no good reason for you to go all Catwoman on her!"

"Meow, meow!"

"She's had a bad day, Tiff. Give her at least a little leeway. Now go to sit in the corner in my room. And do NOT touch my diary." I ignore Tiffany when she yells that she already hears me narrate it at night. Ugh.

I nervously tip-toe back into the living room; If CeCe's gone I just might cry. I instead find her hiding under my blanket. I inwardly sigh with relief. "I took my cat upstairs." CeCe's head pops out from under the blanket, and she panting with wide eyes.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with your cat? If that clump of fur comes anywhere near me again, I'll give it to the Chinese restaurant down the road; They fucking love cats. Your hear that you deranged bitch-cat? Come at me bro!"

I can only imagine what Tiffany says, until I hear a loud hiss from my room. "Do you wanna... Change, or anything?"

The clothes that CeCe are sporting look skin-tight, and very uncomfortable. The least I can do is give her a pair of my PJ's... But she might puke at the thought of touching my clothes.

"Yeah, these clothes are tighter than me."

Tighter than her? What does that mea- Oh... Oh GOD.

WHAT?

And I'm choking and sputtering for air. "C-come again?" She's gives me that usual 'What the fuck is your problem' look and she correctly repeats,"I said, these clothes are tighter than my detention schedule. Do you have lint in your ears or something?"

I'm so sick.

I awkwardly nod and stumble into my room, seeing my cat giving me a look. I sigh. "What, what is it?"

She gives a little shrug, if possible for cat, and I hear her meow. I gasp. "I did not mishear CeCe!" Before Tiff can respond I march out the room and hand CeCe what I thought was a good choice for her: A tank top and some pajama bottoms. She gives them a blank look before grabbing them and retreating to my kitchen.

I make my way to my room, not wanting to wonder what CeCe could be doing in there. I heard in inside the knife draw, so I could tell it wouldn't be good.

Ah, why hello Mr. Laptop. You're looking quite sexual today.

Crap, I better hide my favorites and downloads... It wouldn't be a very good scenario if CeCe found me harboring a shit-load of pictures of her in my files. I quickly work my magic and then all my fantasies are locked away. Ah, the AV club- Hiding their porn since 2005.

"Hey Goliath, listen- I am not your friend. I'm not your pal, I'm not your buddy, I'm not even your acquaintance. I'm only here because everyone else is too fucking stupid to comprehend my problems." I wonder what her problem could be, and why it had her bursting into my home and yelling profanities, but instead I keep quiet. "When I'm asleep, don't touch, fondle, probe, or gaze at any of my body parts. My foot will be up your flat ass in two seconds flat if so is to happen. Understood? Jenni- Principle Walloch said you only have to monitor me, she didn't say I have to love you, or like you for that matter."

I turn around to CeCe's voice, who has cut up my PJ bottoms and turned them into short-shorts, but I'm not worried about that. I wish my glasses could cover up the tears that are threatening to spill from my eyes, but I remember; She never said she hates me. Not yet anyway.

I'm guessing her mood is back considering the speech she just gave, so I watch her slide into my bed and drape the covers her. My spare blanket that is tucked under my bed is pulled out and I climb into my bed, turning off the lamp beside me. My glasses are placed on the bedside table, and I begin to wonder about tonight.

I can't stop thinking about why CeCe's here; Why she came to my house, of all places. And I really wanna figure out what her self-proclaimed problem is, so I can fix it, and make her happy. Just to see a smile on her face would be enough for me. I overheard her say something while I was in the kitchen with Tiff-
That she'd rather swallow rusty, used razor blades soaked in nuclear waste than rather being my friend.

I really didn't wanna think about that statement, but now it sends little spikes down my throat and a tear down my cheek. I don't let the second tear get away though; She never said she hates me.

I tighten my hand on my blanket and squeeze my eyes shut.

Yet, I feel like she's so close to saying it.

-UUUUUUUCCK. My throat hurts now. I'm just... Ugh.

Awww, review for Rocky-angst. Rangst... That sounds like a Jamaican name. But anyway AWWW ROCKY

I didn't like how this turned out, I dragged alot, but you know what? I don't matter- Just tell me your true thoughts on this chapter by reviewing.

By the way, if you didn't like it, you can go take seat next to that decaying corpse over there. Her name was Jill.

She was nice.

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