You've been spending your days working on projects— you had to get perfect scores, after all.

But your boyfriend didn't seem to like that. You barely see each other, with you working for half of the day, or him being out with his friends til night. He complains about it all the time, yet nothing changed.

You were sitting at your desk in your room, until you heard Ari walk to the front door, holding a can of soda.

"I'm going out." He said casually, opening the door.

"I'll be home at 11."