I checked my outfit again. I knew Rocky wouldn't like it, but know that my mother had cleared things up for me, I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was making sure she paid for taking me from my best friends.
Although, I didn't want to be Tinka and Günther's friend ever again. Tinka was a bully and Günther was a stalker. A sparkling stalker. My sparkly stalker.
I walked into school, making a big deal of trying to get people to notice my gold sequined T-shirt and silver metallic skirt, paired with my gold flats, something I liked to wear, but secretly. Günther's eyes popped out of his head, and Tinka nodded approvingly. Rocky's jaw dropped, as did her brother's, Deuce's, and Dina's. It didn't surprise me any.
"Why are you wearing that?" Rocky scornfully asked.
"Why aren't you?" I replied, avoiding the question.
"Because I don't want to look like I bathe in glitter." She retorted. I shrugged. For now on, I didn't care what other's thought of me. I walked away to go to my locker.
Günther wrapped his arms around my slender waist. "CeCe, I love your outfit today." He purred in my ear. I almost wanted him too.
"Günther, don't you have somewhere to go? Like, for instance, the hell away from me!" I pried his arms off me and headed to class. He looked sad as I did so. As if he truly thought because I was wearing clothes like him that I suddenly loved him.
After school, rehearsing for Shake It Up was very boring, because Günther decided to harass me whenever he had the chance, and Rocky seemed to be avoiding me. I didn't care though. If she didn't want to talk to me, fine. She didn't have to. It all just proved my theory that she was controlling every aspect of my life.
And I didn't like it.
Finally I got frustrated." Günther what the hell do you want!" I yelled, when we were taking a break and he decided to walk up to me for the umpteenth time. He smiled at me innocently. I hissed. He switched to flinching. I smiled triumphantly.
"I just wanted to ask you something." He said defensively before turning away and glumly walking over to Tinka. I felt a little bit guilty, but I turned away from Günther to grab my bag, trying to keep a composed face.
Rocky grabbed my arm. "CeCe, apologize. That was rude." I scoffed before turning away and leaving. She followed me. "I said, apologize." She didn't say it rudely or anything. Rocky was too sweet to do such a thing, even though she was controlling and dependent.
I sighed, "Why would you care? You hate the Hessenheffers." I told her.
"So? Even if we hate someone, we shouldn't have a snarky or rude attitude towards them." She said, starting to go into the lecture she gave me hundreds of times. The hilarious part about it was she'd done way worse to the Hessenheffers than I ever had.
"Like you have never done anything wrong in your perfect life." I snapped at her, before heading home. Once back at my apartment, I realized I'd forgotten the key, so I had to knock.
From within the apartment I heard Flynn yell, "I'll get it, Mom!" He opened the door, he seemed shocked to see it was one of the residents of the house. I sighed and headed inside, Henry, Flynn's friend and my former tutor, despite his being 5 years younger, was in there as well. Henry was über smart. He even graduated college, and he wasn't even a pre-teen yet. I was envious of smart people. I had dyslexia. It made me struggle. Sometimes I just gave up.