Laurance's POV

I'm on my way to Y/N's house. I didn't see her after the game last night, and that's not normal for her. I understand it was cold, but I can't see her just ditching me like that for warmth.

The Ro'meaves had to stay anyway because of Vylad. They wouldn't just leave their child behind.

I pull into the driveway and looks around, a strange knot present in my stomach. Something feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

I step out of my car and make sure my keys are in my pocket. The car locks, and I find myself standing in front of the Ro'meave's front door, awaiting an answer.

The door slowly opens to reveal Zianna. She appears to be just as confused as I am while we lock eyes. She shrugs it off and smiles before opening the door. "I called for Y/N, but it seems she didn't hear me," she says, closing the door when I'm inside and looks to the stairs. "She's in her room. I'd be careful. She seems a bit grumpy."

I nod my head and thank her for the notice as I make my way upstairs. The door is already open so I just slide my way inside.

Y/N looks at me as she lays in bed and turns herself around so she faces the wall instead. I sigh and go over to sit at the foot, placing my hand against her leg. She kicks my hand away with a scoff and I make it a mental note not to touch her unless she initiates a touch first.

"Y/N, baby, what's wrong?" I asks, frowning as I look down at my girlfriend. She's had grumpy days like this before in the past, but I don't think they've ever been this bad. Y/N doesn't respond to me and instead pulls the blanket further up her body to conceal her. "Y/N, c'mon, you can talk to me."

Instead of speaking she flips her body around against so she's at least facing the same direction I'm in.

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I stand up, shaking my head at the floor. "Did something happen? Did I do something?" She turns her attention to me, glaring harshly. "Okay, so I did do something. Can I know what it is?"

"You know what you did." Her words are like venom, and I can't help but feel guilt. One, because I did something to make her feel this way. And two, because I don't even know what I did.

"I do not know what I did," I tell her, my eyes locking with hers only for her to look away. She truly makes this complicated, but I understand because she is hurt.

"My love, please?" I beg, beginning to lose hope at this point. I want to see a happy Y/N. I want to know what I did and be able to apologize truthfully and try to fix it for next time. I can't do that when she's upset with me and won't talk.

"You know what you did," she repeats, now looking me back in the eyes. Her eyes are cold and sad, the happiness I once saw in them last night gone. "I saw you with her. Last night."

"Who?"

"That bitch," she says. That doesn't help me much when she's not giving me an actual name. "The one I saw you with after the game. Stupid ass purple hair. You have her your sweatshirt and was flirting with her."

My mind traces back to last night after the game. The only thing that had to do with a sweatshirt was with Michi. I had dropped it on the ground and didn't realize it. She chased after me to give it back.

"Michi?"

"Don't say her name!" She hisses, standing up to look down at me. I slowly stand up and try to remain calm. I look down at her and try to hold her hands, but she pulls away. It seems I keep making that mistake of trying to touch her.

"Y/N, this is one big misunderstanding," I tell her, hoping to clear everything up. "I had dropped my sweatshirt on the ground and didn't realize it. She chased after me to give it back. She was being kind. We were flirting. That so-called 'flirting' you saw was me being sincere on thanking her for giving me it back or else I would've forgotten it."

She looks at me in disbelief, running off into an entire comment of how she's seen Michi around drooling over me and how she's one of the girls that hasn't backed off.

It's hard to remain calm and civil when you're continually being falsely accused of flirting with someone else and being called a liar.

The calm side of me slowly slips away into small snip-bits of anger spouts. I accuse her of being jealous, but it doesn't end well.

"Just leave, Laurance," she says, narrowing her eyes at me. "Just leave me alone."

I go to open my mouth, but there's no point in trying to say anything anymore. No matter what I say, the truth or even a lie, she isn't going to believe me. At this point, I think the only thing I can do is to leave.

With a heavy sigh and a look back at Y/N, I nod my head. "I love you," I say, looking down at my feet before walking down the stairs back to my car.