Rocky sat in the waiting room, watching me pace back and forth, literally tearing my hair out. Okay, maybe not literally, but I was pretty damn close to it.
"CeCe, calm down. It's not your fault." Rocky said, concerned.
"But it is." Rocky rolled her eyes, before attempting for the umpteenth time to convince me otherwise.
"Why do you care?" I snapped at her. "You'd rather him be dead. I just realized, I don't."
"Now, CeCe, where in the hell did you get that idea." I was shocked. The use of profanity, even minor words like that one, for Rocky, is very, very, very, rare.
I told her my philosophy on her and her behavior, angered by the very fact she was pretending to care. Rocky looked hurt that I thought of her this way.
"Why would you think that?" She asked me, appalled. I told her exactly what I thought, not omitting one thing. Rocky rolled her eyes again.
"CeCe, what am I going to do with you?" She said. Just then, the door opened.
"Ms. Jones." The doctor asked. I walked up to him, scared of what he might say. I had been in the room long enough that I had learned the fates of almost all the other victims. The autistic boy and his mother were dead; the six year old girl was alive, but her teddy was missing.
The woman behind the counter was in critical care, and I wasn't sure if she was going to die yet. I wasn't Alice Cullen. Anyway, I hoped I wasn't, because then I couldn't have a vampire and a werewolf fight over me, which was on my things-to-do-before-I-die-list-thingy. It was a Bella thing, not an Alice thing. A Renesmee thing too, I guess, considering half the fandom wants her with Alec or Nahuel, rather than Jacob.
The few people who got shot between the time Günther was and the time the police finally got there were the only ones I didn't know. Not that I actually wanted to.
The doctor opened his mouth, and I was preparing for the worst when he said, "He will be okay. You can go see him, but he's asleep." I sighed in relief. I couldn't wait for him to up, so I could tell him I was going to give him a second chance.
I walked into the room. Günther was still asleep. He looked so cute when he was sleeping. And sparkleless. I made note of that. Günther is by far both better-looking and muscular under the girly attire.
I ran my hand through his spiky blonde hair. I smiled. I started wondering what he would do if I kissed him while he was unconscious and he found out. I smirked. That was so tempting. And I am CeCe, the girl who never doesn't take chances, so I decided to test it. I sm such a naughty girl.
I tenderly kissed his lips. To my surprise, he kissed back. I jumped back in shock.
"I knew pretending to be asleep would do me some good in the end. Does this mean you'll date me again?" I smiled, before affirming that, yes, yes it would.