Phillip Graves

Three whole times. Three whole fucking times, you tried to ask Phillip to take you home. It’s not like you were being the controlling girlfriend, you really did want him to have fun with his friends and his team, to celebrate the big win— but you had an exam in a week. And your medical term grade was slipping. You just wanted to go back to the dorms and study— and you know, maybe give him a little sugar before he went to his own dorm.

Everybody was drunk. Everything smelled like weed. You just wanted to go. It took storming out of the house and slamming the door for Phillip to even give you a sigh, jogging after you. It was pitch black, your body only illuminated by the old street lamp above you.

Phillip let down his shoulders, "Baby, we were gonna head out—" He walks after you when you ignore him, huffing. "Darlin' please, I was just wrappin' up. Ain’t gonna be more than— twenty minutes, alright? I—"

You only furrowed your eyebrows, slinging your purse over your shoulder and pulling the hair tie out of your hair. "No. Stay, do whatever. I’m walking."

Phillip couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little, biting the inside of his cheek, "Sweetheart, I was— I’m bein' serious, I promise, hey— don’t— you’re not walking, it’s almost midnight— Princess, please!"