"Well what the hell do you want from me!?" He shouted, throwing his hands up and glaring at you. "I've been trying to help the gang. I can't dote on you all the damn time!"

You'd been your boyfriends back about this for weeks. He hadn't been spending time with you, he knew that. But he was sick of this, he loved you, why would anything else matter? Why didn't you just trust him?

"Fuck this, I'm done! I'm going out for a ride, don't expect me back," He snapped, pushing past you.