You had barely spoken to your boyfriend all week. Not since Tuesday, at least, which was the night you were supposed to spend at Reggie's, but ended up storming out after an argument concerning his insane hatred for the Southside. It was now after school on Friday, and the only communication you had had with him was a few short texts, which essentially consisted of you bailing on your arranged date on Wednesday, to which he responded 'nbd.'.
However, you had made the mistake of telling your friends, Betty and Veronica, what had happened with him. They had immediately started insulting Reggie, and talking about how much they hated him, which had just made your mood worse - especially when they questioned his feelings for you. They made claims like "if he loved you, he would have apologised by now" and "he's always been the dickhead 'player' of the school", intended to make you feel better, but all they had done was send you spiralling in feelings of doubt towards your relationship.
Now, though, you were sat in the music rooms after River Vixen practice, waiting for Josie to finish recording next door so you could go home - you had to catch a ride with her, as you weren't exactly in the mood to ask one from Betty, who would continue making comments about your relationship, or Reggie, who was still pissed at you. There had been a few times you had wanted to talk to Reggie, but had backed out - the two of you were easily just as stubborn as each other, and combined with his hard-headedness made 'talking it out' almost impossible.
"We need to talk." You were interrupted from your thoughts by the man himself, Reggie Mantle, storming into the room and throwing his gym bag on a desk by the door, met with a sigh from you.
"Nice to see you too, Reggie. You know, I've been great, thanks for asking." You drawled sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "Do we have to talk right now?"
"Yes, we do." He folded his arms and frowned. "Because I've just heard from Andrews, of all people, the doubts you're having about our relationship."
"Why didn't you come to me with this? You think I don't love you, and you go tell Veronica all about it?" He interrupted, shaking his head in frustration.
"That's not how it happened." You mumbled, dropping your gaze to your hands and fidgeting nervously. "Veronica was the one talking about how you didn't love me and I- I just didn't argue with her."
"Why not?" His voice softened, sitting on the desk next to you. "What makes you think I don't?"
"This, Reggie!" You exclaim, sighing and standing up to pace the ground in front of him, raking your hands through your hair. "You don't talk to me all week, until someone else hears about what's going on and you want to save your ego."
"That's not what it is." He shook his head, his gaze not leaving your face. "I'm a stubborn dick, we both know that." His comment caused soft laughter to pass through your lips, before you, irritated, crossed your arms and frowned at him. "-Of course I love you, but I didn't know how to talk to you after our fight. I didn't want to make you more mad at me, but hearing that made me not care so much anymore."
"Reggie-" You sigh and take a step towards him, lifting his large hand from his lap and slipping your smaller one into it. "I just felt like you didn't love me enough to fight for me. Like you'd just..." You trailed off, exhaling.
"Given up?" He finished the sentence for you with raised eyebrows. Met with no response from you, he assumed it was the right guess. "It's the opposite." He shook his head.
"Yeah, because ignoring me definitely shows you're putting all the effort in." You laugh half-heartedly, shaking your head, but not pulling your hand away from his.
"I didn't want to bring it up and get into a huge fight again, and have you break up with me." He admitted. "Do you still love me?" His voice softened as he brought his gaze up to meet your face hopefully, willing you to say yes.
"Reggie, if I didn't love you, I would've been out the door the second you walked in." You laughed softly and shook your head. "It doesn't just go away after one stupid fight."
"I know." He mumbled, lacing his fingers with yours.
"I- Do you swear that you love me?" You asked, watching his face carefully for a reaction.
"I swear." He nodded, lifting his pinkie as an offering to you, bringing a small smile of amusement to your lips. "I love you."
"I love you too."