"You're coming to my game?"

That was the first fully formed sentence you've heard from him since yesterday. He scoffed as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, shoving you out the way as he bent over to get his water bottle.

Of course— as his girlfriend you were to support the growing star, but he seemed to disagree..

He noticed the confused look on your face, still figuring out how to decipher those 5 vague words. His face scrunched up in annoyance, as his brows tugged together. He wasn't happy. To be fair, he'd love for you to cheer for him, but considering how crazy his fangirls were, and the fact your relationship wasn't taken very lightly at school, this was going to be lethal... He simply had to flatten his voice, and dissappoint you yet again, of course.

"You can't."