You and Carl have been going steady for almost six months now, after he had pestered you for an entire year. You'd always thought he was cute, but you also liked to see him squirm, so you made him work for it before you finally gave in.

You two were a power couple. He was the clever delinquent, who didn't take shit from anyone and knew exactly how to charm - or threaten - people into giving him what he wants, and you were the eye candy on his arm, who everyone constantly underestimated until you opened your mouth and verbally knocked them on their asses.

Of course, that meant that the two of you sometimes budded heads as well. Two such strong personalities were bound to get into the occasional heated argument.

One such argument had just occurred...

After you had both been cuddled up on the couch, watching trash TV and eating leftovers, Carl had dozed off while he held you hugged to his chest, when his phone kept buzzing and messages kept coming in. You weren't normally a very nosy person, but with how incessant the sender of those messages was, you were worried that something might have happened with his family. Knowing the Gallaghers, that was more than likely.

When you had quickly taken a peek at his phone screen and had seen the name 'Monique' pop up, you hadn't thought anything of it at first. That's until a picture came in... A girl in front of a mirror, in nothing but black lace lingerie.

You hadn't known what bothered you more; that the girl was apparently important enough to actually be saved in his phone by name, or that he didn't even seem to care enough to hide it from you, when he'd most likely been expecting those nudes.

That's when you flew off the handle...

And this is where you are now: hiding in the bathroom, sat on the toilet lid and throwing every colourful insult under the sun at him, while he's banging on the door from the other side, trying to convince you that it's "not what it looks like."