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

Previously:

Then I saw those clear blue eyes of his turn the color of thunderclouds— he was angry with me. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?" he yelled. I gulped, too afraid to speak.

"Answer me when I talk to you! What the heck is your problem?" he yelled again. "I'm s-sorry" I managed to stutter.

"Oh you will be once I'm through with you", he glared as he walked away. "Wow", I thought to myself, "I'm off to a great start."

I sighed to myself and decided to just wait by my homeroom class so I wouldn't cause anymore disturbances with the other kids.

I waited there for a few minutes, until a pretty dark-skinned girl with lots of curly hair came up to me. "Hi, I'm Rocky, you must be the new girl", she said.

"I'm Cece, how did you know?" I asked while shaking her hand.

"We've been told you'd be coming here since last week. I've known everybody here since the first grade, and you're the only new face I've seen", she told me.

I didn't know what else to say, so I asked her if I had any classes with her and handed her my schedule.

"Cool! We have every class together! We're going to be such great friends, tell me about yourself!" she excitedly exclaimed.

"Umm…", I said nervously. "Oh right, I'm sorry, I'll go first! I'm Raquel Blue, but I go by Rocky. I love dancing, and I'm a straight A student."

"I'm, err, Cecelia Jones, but everyone calls me Cece. I'm from California, and I've always wanted a kitten. My grades are a bit below average because of my….."

I muttered the last part softly. "Because of what, Cece..?" she asked in a soft tone, knowing that I was probably sensitive about this subject.

I pondered in my head, "I can trust her, right? I mean, she's so nice and she's willing to give me a chance when no one else will."

I took a deep breath, and clearly told her about my dyslexia.

Instead of calling me a freak like others had done to me before, she comforted me and told me it was okay.

She said that a lot of people had it and that if I ever needed help in a subject, she would tutor me.

I was so happy and felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

But little did I know that a certain blonde haired boy had been listening in from around the corner, and that would change everything.

Classes began and in every period, I was introduced as the new girl.

I didn't get to sit next to Rocky in a few classes, but at least I didn't have to sit next to the blonde jerk.

I walked into dance class and realized I had spoken to soon. The teacher wanted to seat us in alphabetical order and his last name was Hessen-something.

"H" was close to "J" so I was seated right behind him in role call… curse the lack of "I" last names in our class.

The teacher told everyone to begin stretching, and then she handed me some dance clothes which she told me to write my name on and change into in the locker room.

I quickly did as I was told, and returned back into the dance room to stretch like the others were doing.

I sat next to Rocky and began stretching, when my curiosity overtook me and I just had to ask who the blonde haired boy was.

"Him? That's Gunther Hessenheffer. Popular, but a player. He makes girls swoon for him and then drops them faster than you can say 'ouch'.

He and his twin sister have been foreign exchange students since the first grade. But Tinka, his twin sister went to some famous all-girls high school and they split."

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."