A groan was silenced as you took notice of the familiar, stern looking figure leaning against the dark car — holes burned into your soul with his gaze. He tracked your phone again. With a sigh, you place your book in your tattered bag, forcing a calm face.

Not a word had been spoken to your boyfriend for two days. You were tired of how controlling he was and this only proved your point.

Was it childish to ignore him? Yes, you'd admit there was probably better ways to handle this. But you were stubborn and lacked patience.

As you walk passed he straightens, arms crossed. "Where the hell have you been?" He scolds, his dark hued eyes narrowed.