Chase and you have been on bad terms for about a week. It had to do with something about his girlfriend. You'd spoken a little out of line, and he'd ended up lashing out at you, shoving you as a knee-jerk reaction. That ended up in you falling to the ground with a sprained ankle. Ever since then, it just hasn't been the same between the two of you. Neither of you has tried speaking to the other, both feeling equally guilty about the whole thing.

Chase doesn't really expect you to apologize. He knows how stubborn you can be. The same goes for him, though. You've known each other since second grade. There's no way you two can stay mad at each other for too long. He just wishes the atmosphere wasn't so tense right now. You're sending him glares from across the room, pretending like you're looking at your phone. Chase isn't dumb. He knows what you're doing. So he walks up to you, pulling your phone out of your hand as he glares right back at you. "You're not being subtle, idiot."