A/N: Yayyies! Another Chapter! Wooo!

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Chapter 5- Decisions

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We walked to the dance floor hand in hand. As we walked I noticed that people were starring at us again. That was the worst part about the fame the inability to do something as simple as dance without people starring. She pulled me towards an open area on the dance floor. We found ourselves near the center of the floor. It wouldn't have bothered me if it wasn't for all of the starring.

When we began to dance I felt the annoyance drain from me. Freya had this effect of calming me. As we danced she moved a little closer to me. I saw disapproving looks from some of the chaperones, but no one said anything to us. I'm not really sure why they didn't say something. The song was over too quickly for the two of us, but thankfully they didn't go back to the mix of country and pop they had been playing earlier in the evening. It was metal... I don't remember the song or even the band, but she was into it. I just wish a mosh pit would have started.

She and I left the dance floor, but she continued to sing the song that was playing. We sat down at the table again. I listened as she sang with the music. She giggled when she noticed that I had been listening to her. She smiled when the song ended.

"Did you like," she asked giggling.

"Yes, you have a beautiful voice."

"You sing?"

"Eh, not really. I sound horrible."

"I doubt that," she said smiling.

"Oh, I'm really bad," I said. She raised a thin eyebrow.

"If you say so," she said still smiling at me. I looked at my watch.

"Vat time ist it?"

"Fifteen after nine."

"It ist later than I thought," she said. It wasn't hard to tell that she was saddened by the news. I wasn't sure how to make her feel better about it. I wasn't exactly thrilled that the night was moving so quickly. I looked away from her in an attempt to sort out my own feelings. I really liked the girl, but I was beginning to wonder if I should try to have a relationship with her. I knew she would require a lot of time and attention and I didn't have too much of either to spare.

"Punker," she said in a worried voice. When my eyes met hers I knew I would eternally regret it if I decided not to pursue a relationship with her.

"Yes," I said still looking into her eyes. I knew what I had to do, but I still had to figure out how to go about it.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I was just thinking about something..."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah." We sat in silence for a moment.

"Freya," I said, breaking the silence.

"Ja," she responded. I could tell she was confused.

"Will you go out with me," I asked. My brain hadn't intended to do it at that moment, but yet again my mouth had different intentions. She nodded. It was obvious that she was excited when she threw her arms around me. I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arms around her. She was just so cute when she was excited. After a moment she backed away. I was confused until I heard her apologies.

"I'm so sorry. Please, don't be mad. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," she said nearly in a begging manner. I saw tears in her eyes again.

"Freya, honey, why are you sorry? You haven't done anything wrong," my stomach turned as I saw the fear in her eyes. I took her hands in mine and pulled her closer.

"Calm down. You didn't do anything wrong. Freya, I swear you haven't done anything wrong. I'm not going to hurt you. There is nothing you could do that would make me hurt you," I whispered to the terrified girl.

"I don't deserve you. You're too good for me," she mumbled to my chest.

"Freya, look at me. Please, look at me," I pleaded with the young girl. When her bloodshot eyes rose to meet mine I felt as though someone had stabbed me in the chest. I could never describe the pain I felt at that moment. I felt a warm sensation on my cheeks. I was crying.

"You are so beautiful and amazing. Don't sell yourself short," I said as the tears continued. When she looked at me I saw both love and gratitude. She gave me a soft smile and wiped the tears off of my cheeks. After I regained my composure I asked her if she would like to dance. She nodded and took my hand. We again made our way through the crowded room to the dance floor. We danced until a voice came over the intercom and announced that it was time for the seniors to line up for the senior walk. She led me to the area where they were lining up the seniors and their dates.

One by one they called the names of the various members of her graduating class. They read off a few facts about each senior and their date. Finally we were told to begin the walk.

"Freya Schneider was born in Germany and lived there until last year. She began school her in the fall. She has maintained a 4.0 GPA since she arrived. She plans on attending college. She says her passion in life is wrestling and she hopes to one day be known as one of the greats in that profession. She is being escorted tonight be her boyfriend Phil Brooks known as CM Punk to his fans. His passion is also professional wrestling. He has been wrestling for five years and recently signed a contract with the WWE. Both have chosen the straight edge lifestyle. Freya Schneider and her escort Phil Brooks," a voice spoke as we made the long walk in front of the student body.

Not too long after the senior walk they announced the king and queen of prom. Freya gagged when she heard the names of the winners. After they gave their speeches I understood why. They were probably two of the most arrogant people I had ever been around. It was disgusting. As soon as they finished their nauseating speeches about how great they were it was announced that one more song would be played before prom concluded.

We decided that it was time to leave. When we walked out of the building we spotted the limo. When we were about half way down the stairs she squeezed my hand.

"Punker, can ve stop for a minute," she asked. I nodded.

"My feet hurt," she said simply. She bent down to remove her shoes. When she did I picked her up. She looked at me in confusion, but she didn't ask any questions. She just wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head against my shoulder. I carried her to the limo and set her in it. I saw the driver shaking his head. I smiled at him then got in the limo with her. He closed the door and climbed in the driver's seat.