A/N: Everything in italics what they are thinking. It just seemed easier than repeating "she thought to herself" after everything someone thought about.

"Hey Gunther!" Cece smiled at the tall blond. He scrunched his nose and stared at her for a second before giving her a small wave. Cece felt her heart skip a beat, but she couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. Why didn't he actually say hi to her? Maybe it was just a pity wave. He probably felt bad for her because she couldn't get a boyfriend or something dumb like that. She sighed, a bit louder than she had intended but she did not expect anyone to hear her anyways. Never the less, two people heard it.

Rocky frowned. She stared at her best friend, why had she just sighed? Rocky knew she had to do something about this, but was to busy to say anything. She pushed the thought to the back of her head and continued practicing her dance.

Gunther stared at himself in the mirror. What the hell was going on? Why did he feel so guilty for not saying hello to her? Maybe it had something to do with the look of sadness that washed over her face when all he did was wave. I thought a wave was the same thing as saying hello? Hm, these stupid Americans and their difficult language. Gunther laughed at his insult to the Americans but quickly quieted down when people started looking. Maybe I should talk to Cece later, yes, that's what i'll do! I will talk to her after the show! And with that Gunther did the same as Rocky and pushed the thought to the back of his head.

"And cut!" Everybody walked off stage shouting 'good job' and 'great work' to each other.

"Hey Cece!" Gunther smiled down at the short redhead. Cece stared in shock. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Gunther thought about asking her why she looked so sad earlier when he waved to her, but suddenly felt nervous. He rolled his eyes at himself and walked away.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." Cece repeated over and over as she banged her head against the wall ignoring the stares she was getting.

"Woah, chill out!" Rocky pulled Cece away from the wall. "You're gonna crack your head open."

"Good." Cece mumbled as she sat slid down the wall, "It's not like there's a brain in there."

Rocky stared at her distressed friend and felt like crying. She hated seeing Cece like that.

"What happened?" Rocky questioned, "Did someone say something mean to you?"

Cece stared at the ground It's what wasn't said.

"Did someone say something about you're dyslexia?" Rocky whispered, "Who? I'll kick their -"

"LANGUAGE! And no one said anything about that. It's about a...boy."

"Oh, good. And don't worry about the new kid. I got it covered."

Cece froze and her eyes widened. Covered?

"No, Rocky! I told you to drop it! I - I -" Cece began.

"I know, but I saw how distressed you were about him, and I thought 'Well this is serious.' So i kind of got him to go on a date with you?" Rocky squeaked as she finished talking. Cece closed her eyes not wanting to get mad at her friend. Cece knew Rocky had thought she was helping, and it was Cece who told Rocky she like the new kid even though she didn't.

"Look, I got to go. Bye!" Cece exclaimed as she rushed home.