"Hey, wait." Conner's fingers wrap around your wrist tightly, and you can't help but tense as he tries to pull you back.

A small, lame smile forms on his face as he stares at you, and he starts to babble out some excuse. "But I'm your boyfriend, don't you want to go out? Just the two of us?" His voice quivers with uncertainty, and he looks almost pathetic as he tries to plead his case.