He had taken me to dinner at a really expensive restaurant. I was worried, but then I remembered the Hessenheffers were royalty. I had a feeling they were rich, despite having been cut off from the royal line.
I looked at him awkwardly as we waited to get our order taken. He looked just as awkward. He started scratching his head, and banging the table, and I just continuously brushed my hair out of my eyes, straightened my dress, and messed with my purse, even when I didn't actually need to do any of those boring, trivial things.
"So… CeCe, "Günther started to say, but pretended to notice that his shoe was untied and untied and retied it, trying to be sneaking about the fact it was already tied. He's such an idiot.
"So, Günther…" I said, before cutting myself off, and checking my hone, even though I knew I had no messages. I looked at him when I was done, waiting for him to say something, but of course he was doing the same thing.
"Okay. Enough." Günther finally said after a while. "This is ridiculous. I like you CeCe. When I broke up with you, it was the worst mistake in my life. Honest. Please, just give me another chance."
I widened my eyes. Who knew that awkwardness brings out the most desperate side of people? "
Why do you think I've been doing the past 2 years, coaching you in modeling and trying to impress you?" He continued to say, as if really caring what my opinion on the matter actually was.
I rolled my eyes. "Günther, I promised you I'd go out with you on one, remember one date. Not to go so you could pour your heart onto paper for me to hear just so I'll take you back. "
Once again, I became distracted by saying a quote from one of my favorite songs. This time the song being Bleed by Hot Chelle Rae.
"I bleed my heart out on this paper for you
So you can see what I can't say
I'm dying here
'Cause I can't say what I want to
I bleed my heart out just for you
And it's all here in black and white and red
For all the times those words were never said
I bleed my heart out on this paper for you
So you can see what I can't say
I'm dying here
'Cause I can't say what I want to
I bleed my heart out just for you
I bleed my heart out just for you"
Realizing that song was expressing exactly what Günther was doing right at that moment was starting to make me feel… guilty. No way. He was the idiot stalking me. I should not feel guilty.
Should I?