Gunther bites down on the plastic spoon hanging from his mouth and huffs a sigh around it, sliding his phone back into his pocket. He slides down against the back of his leather couch, trying to ease his anxiety. The past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind – after CeCe's house warming party things kind of, well, changed. It's terrifying in a way, loving CeCe that way, understanding that it's more than just sex, it's more than what he bargained for, but it's worth it to try to make their relationship more than just casual hook ups and friendship. He wants more.
It's not easy when CeCe keeps ignoring him. Gunther spits the spoon out and digs his phone out of his pocket again, his finger hovering over the 'Dial' option when his roommate, Kevin, emerges from the kitchen, balancing a takeout box in one hand.
"Who are you calling?" he asks through a mouthful, his eyes flickering to Gunther's hand. "Not that CeCe girl again. I thought you said it wasn't serious."
Gunther puts the phone down and shrugs, his mouth in a tight line. "Why does it matter?" he asks back, a little sharply. It's none of Kevin's business what his and CeCe's relationship was like.
Kevin makes a face through his leftovers. "Uh, because it's not going to work out dude. It's kind of pathetic, how you keep calling and texting her. Can you not read between the lines? She's blowing you off man. She doesn't want to hang out. It's not serious to her so, so just stop trying to make it something it's not. I don't want to deal with your sorry, weepy ass when she ends things."
Kevin turns around and walks away, but Gunther freezes, trying to process what his best friend just told him. He hadn't even – okay he'd been a little worried that CeCe was ignoring him, but mostly he just figured she was busy with the new choreography and everything, and it's not like she and him hang out all the time, but now that Kevin's pointed it out, he can't help but thinking she really is blowing him off. He feels a sweep of hot shame rush through him; shame, and embarrassment, and that burning ache that rejection leaves. It stings. But sometimes, he swears, and every time he called CeCe in the past, she had always called back, or asked for a rain check, if a certain time didn't work out. Not this, not canceling, not avoiding. What could have changed? What was different now?
"Kevin you're an asshole!" he yells, belatedly. There's no answer. He didn't really expect one.
Thank you for reading! Please review, I'm sort of new to this writing thing. :)