"Y/n, just stop bothering Tom, seriously. It's getting old." One of Tom's friends came up to you in the hallway during break.
"Excuse me?" You asked, getting confused and worried. The other night you and Tom were calling like usual, and you were sure that nothing happened that could be the reason why Tom's friends were coming up to you.
"If he doesn't like you then just leave him alone." His friends answered before he walked off, not waiting for you to say something else.
For the rest of the day, Tom's friend kept coming up to you, telling you to leave Tom alone and that you were not his type and that you control him like you were his mom. Your mind was confused, you tried to talk to him on free periods but his gaze just wouldn't meet yours.
After a few tries, you gave up completely. You were done with what he was playing.
You were collecting your things on the table when a hand grabbed your wrist, causing you to look up. Your eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of your boyfriend standing in front of you, a perfect smile on his face. He stood there like he wasn't ignoring you all day.
You didn't fight to get his grip off as you used your other hand to put your things back into your bag, you returned the actions he gave you that day.
When you were done, you looked around the classroom and surely, there was nobody, just like usual. People know that you guys were together but he would never hold your hands in the hallway and he barely even set his eyes on you.
You let out a sigh, slightly disappointed in him. When you were done, you swung your bag onto one side of your shoulders as Tom continued to hold onto your wrist.
"How was your day?" He asked, causing your blood running through your veins to boil.
You pressed your lips into a thin line, ignoring him as you guys walked down the empty hallway. Tom tugged onto your hands, playing with the tips of your fingers, trying to get you to talk.
"Love, come on. Talk to me, please." Tom begged you, taking a step in front of you, stopping you from walking any further.
"So you really expect me to talk to you, after the 100th times of you ignoring me at school and not to mention the fact that your friends all came up to me today, telling me to back off from you?" Your rage was growing more and more as you continued to glare at your boyfriend.
"I wasn't ignoring you." He lied, he knew about his action but he just wouldn't admit it in front of you.
"And then about 4 of your friends coming up to me, saying that you told them that you hate me, and yet you're still with me?" Your hands were in the air, gesturing random shapes, getting your anger out.
"Okay to be fair, I did tell them that." He scratched the back of his neck.
"And did you mean it?" You asked, getting nervous. When he didn't answer, you peels his grip off you then walked away.
"Babe, come on. I didn't mean it, I swear. That's why I'm still with you!" He called, running after you.
When he reached you, he put his hands on your waist, turning you around, pulling you closer to him, pressing your body on his, chest to chest.
"You're not with me because you like me. You're afraid of being lonely, you need to keep your reputation as it is now. For you, the students can't know that you don't have a girlfriend because that's humiliating. Don't think that I don't know Tom." You stated, your teeth gritting. "And I'm done."
"Done? What do you mean? Done with what?" Tom asked, he seemed like he didn't care but inside, his heart slowly breaking. He liked you but he wasn't ready for commitment either. His love for you was not enough, at least that was what he thought.
