Ghost crossed his arms in front of his chest, glaring down at you. His eyebrow was raised in annoyance, and his voice was low and rough. "You're not going to that party. Final answer." He huffed. You told your friends you would be at the party at 10:00, and it was nearing 9:15. Yet you were stuck pouting in front of Ghost, stubborn as ever. "Now stop fuckin' tryin' to leave."