Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to, I sadly don't own Shake it Up!

This was my first fanfic, so I was so surprised when my story actually got favorited and reviewed by a couple of people… Thank you all so much! (=

Previously:

Gunther turned around and noticed Rocky and I staring at him, and walked up to us.

He glared at me for a bit and then I saw a look in his eyes, but I couldn't quite place my finger on what expression it was. He smirked and then said something that chilled me to the bone.

"Wow, Red. I'm surprised you know how to spell your name properly due to your little… condition."

"What do you mean by that?" I frantically asked him. Being the jerk he was, he just smirked even more and walked away to join his girlfriend of the day.

"Rocky, did you tell him?" I asked with anger in my eyes. "No, of course not! I swear I really didn't!"

I didn't know what to believe, because Rocky seemed so nice but there was no one else I had told my secret to.

In the end, I decided to just trust Rocky because she was my only friend and Gunther probably just overheard.

"Ugh", I groaned to myself, "my reputation here is already ruined." I sat with Rocky during lunch, and she introduced me to her big brother Ty, who was a year older than us.

She also introduced me to her good friend Deuce, a guy that sells nearly everything. Today he was selling iPods and actual eye pods.

I don't know what I found more revolting, the fact that he kept the eye pods in his jacket, or that people actually seemed to be buying them.

But he was really funny, so I hoped that he would want to be my friend, too.

The rest of my day went by dreadfully slowly, and I found out I also had English with Gunther. Yuck.

I went home and my Mom asked me about my day. "It was fine; I met a nice girl named Rocky, and this ultra dipwad named Gunther."

Just then, someone knocked on the door, and just as he had done in California, Flynn yelled "I'll get it, Mom!", even though we were just a few feet away from him.

From the kitchen, I heard a familiar voice. "Hi! You must be the new family that's just moved in.

I'm Rocky and I live upstairs, my Mom told me to bring these cookies over for you guys!"

I ran to the door, and Rocky gasped, "Wow, Cece! I didn't know it was your family that moved in here. This is going to be so fun! We can go to school together; I live in the apartment right above you!"

I tried to play it cool, like it was no big deal that my new best friend lived above me, but inside I was screaming happily.

I invited her into our house and introduced her to my Mom. She left after a few minutes, so I began to do my homework.

My Mom went to work, so I made Flynn and I hot pockets to eat for dinner. I put Flynn to bed, and then I showered.

While the nice hot water rained down on me, the words Gunther had said to me during Dance kept coming back into my mind.

I was so frustrated but I didn't want to cry over something some stupid egoistic jerk told me.

I got out of the shower and got dressed, when I heard a noise coming from outside my room.

It couldn't be Flynn so I brought a metal bat with me to see what it was. I saw a figure coming in from the window and I screamed.

Just as I was about to swing my bat, I heard the familiar voice once again. "Whoa, CECE! It's me, calm down!" I feeling of relief washed over me.

"Rocky? What're you doing here? How'd you even get in here?" "I climbed down the fire escape and through your window", she proudly stated.

She stayed for a couple of hours and we ended up learning more about each other.

The next day, I told my Mom I didn't need a ride anymore because Rocky and I were going to take the train together.

When we got to the train stop, I saw the one face I was wishing I wouldn't see until it was mandatory in Dance class.

I decided to avoid him at all costs because that seemed like the best choice. The train arrived, and it was extremely packed so I lost Rocky.

I decided to just stand where I was. I held onto the bar on top of me to keep from falling, when out of no where, I felt a hand slide into the back pocket of my jeans.

I was disgusted because the only person I knew here was Rocky and she wouldn't be doing that to me.

I turned to see who it was, and found it was a boy that went to my school. "I think he's in my Geometry class… Frankie?" I quietly thought.

I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but the train was just so full that no one could see a thing except the heads of others.

"Maybe he doesn't notice or it was just an accident", I thought. I decided to just remove his hand myself because I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.

I tried to step forward a little more with the little space I had so his hand wouldn't be in my pocket anymore.

I guess he wasn't having that because he put a finger from his other hand into the belt loop of my jeans and pulled me back.

Then he squeezed my butt. "—WAIT WHAT? He's groping me?", I silently thought to myself. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks as I realized what he was doing.

I wanted to yell or scream for help but no voice would come out; I was just too embarrassed. Suddenly, I felt the hand withdraw from my pocket.

I wondered, "But why would he stop all of a sudden?" I turned around to find out and gasped.

I saw the back of a person holding the hand of my groper with one hand, and punching him in the stomach with his other.

I couldn't see the person's face very well, seeing as I was pretty short, but the train stopped and it was my turn to get off.

I wanted to thank the person so I tried to get as close to them as possible. Then I saw the blonde hair and clear blue eyes.

Gunther?