Disclaimer: I don't own Shake It Up!

Author's note: Like I said, I wasn't trying to offend someone with what Evan had said. I hope that's clear…

Recap: She ignored me and walked over to Evan, where he grabbed her hand and kissed it. Charming, isn't it?

Chapter Four: Hatred

-CeCe's POV-

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I dragged Dina out of the park, not knowing if Evan would go to my apartment… Flynn… I thought. Then I thought Mom. She's there. She'd protect him better than I would.

"I can't believe you! You like Evan! The guy who you're protecting me from!"

"It's just a crush, Ceese. No big deal—"

"VERY BIG DEAL. I'm calling Deuce and I'm telling him what you did." I wanted it to sound like it was a disease. I didn't want her falling for Evan like I did… What if she got hurt? And why am I caring?

With a growl and a grunt, I picked up my phone and hit the speed dial, number one, of course. Deuce answered and I screamed. "Whoa, what?" He asked.

"Dina LIKES EVAN! She was flirting with him and EVERYTHING!"

"What?" He hissed. "Let me talk to her."

"Oh great, so you think that you can calm her down and set her straight? God, I knew I shouldn't have dated you. You're such a player." I didn't mean it (possibly) but I was straight-up pissed.

"No, CeCe, it's not like that. I don't like her; she doesn't like me. Let me just talk to her so she doesn't get hurt."

And I probably did the stupidest thing ever. I hung up.

Maybe my jealousy was being pissy right now, but I didn't care. He was asking me to hand the phone to his ex-girlfriend to talk to her… In order for her "not to get hurt". Bullshit.

Fucking bullshit.

I twirled around to give a dirty scowl to the Spanish girl. She gave me a glare that said, "What? Evan's forgotten about you, Ceese."

I sighed and clenched my fists.

"No he hasn't. He's trying to kill me. Forget about him, now, otherwise I don't want to be your 'friend' that you were trying so desperately hard to get. He doesn't care; I know this. You can't honestly expect to trust someone you've seen and said one sentence to."

"Actually, it was five sentences—"

"Shut up, you stupid perra!" I remember learning that word from Deuce's mother. Bitch. I laughed at what it meant and kept it in my head. Glorious, isn't it?

I thought it was funny. "You wanna go Spanish? I'll fucking give you Spanish: Escucha, Cece. Yo no sabía que era Evan, pero es caliente y no veo por qué no puedo tenerlo. Sí, lo sé, te sobredosis. Eso es más de ahora, no sé qué otra cosa es correr a partir de ..."

I raised my eyebrow. "Listen up, CeCe. I didn't know that was Evan but he is hot and I don't see why I can't have him. Yeah, I know, he overdosed you. That's over now, I don't know what else there is to run from..." She rolled her eyes.

"He could easily overdose you, if you get into his hands. He abused me and said everything I did wrong was my fault. He expected me to be perfect. I'm afraid that he'll do that to you."

"Really? See, I knew you liked me…"

"No, I just don't want to hear your crying. Now, PROMISE me that you won't fall for Evan."

"I'm not going to anymore."