All that I Want

First Fight

The walk home was supposed to clear my head, but it's been twenty minutes and I'm only halfway there. I'm getting more irritated by the minute. I really need my own car, I've decided. No more depending on rides from a boyfriend that won't even ask me to homecoming. I scoff as I receive yet another text from Chase:

Chase
Where are you?

Chase
I checked the nurses office but no one was there.

Chase
Hello?

Chase
Y/n, please just tell me you're okay!

Chase
Can you at least tell me why you're ignoring me??

Chase
Please, y/n

Chase
I'm really worried. My parents said you didn't call them for a ride home

Chase
Just tell me you're okay

Chase
The nurse said you're walking home??? Why didn't you ask my parents for a ride?? You did before!!

Chase
Just tell me you're not in a ditch somewhere

I ignore it, even though I know he's probably freaking out. I'm probably the worst girlfriend ever. I debate texting him back for a few minutes as I slowly get closer to home. According to my phone, I'm five minutes away.
A car pulls up beside me and the window rolls down. "Get in the car, y/n!" Chase calls from the driver's seat.
"I'm fine," I tell him as I continue walking.
"Just get in the car, I'll drive you home." He pleads.
"I want to walk." I really don't, and getting in that car is tempting, but I'm stubborn. Just three more minutes to go.
"No, you don't," he states.
"Listen, Chase. Maybe I do want to walk! Maybe I want to do things you think I don't want to do for once in my life and you don't even care!"
"Woah, that's about more than just walking." He observes, still driving right next to me.
"Maybe it is. And the problem is, you won't even ask me." A few tears of anger escape and I quickly wipe them away, hoping he doesn't notice.
"Ask you what?" He asks, completely clueless.
"To go to homecoming with you! I know you've seen all the other boyfriends proposing to their girlfriends to go to it." I sigh.
"We agreed that school dances were stupid." He stated.
"Yeah, three years ago!" I throw my hands up.
"We said the same about a party and I took you to one and we agreed no more parties so why would we go to the dance??"
"Yeah, you're right." I say forcefully. "Why should we even bother, right? I went to a party for you and that clearly went to shit." I motion to the space in between us. "Maybe this entire thing was a mistake."
"You don't mean that."
"Maybe I do." I whisper. As I feel tears burning the back of my eyes, I run the last 100 feet up to my front door and slam the door closed, locking it before he can decide to follow me.