"Come on, Gwen. Please talk to me," Kevin urged, trailing after his girlfriend as she angrily stormed onto her porch.

She groaned before delivering her response. "You've already done enough."

"Which was nothing!" Kevin claimed, "I did nothing!"

Gwen sighed, still reluctant to face him. "Look, Kevin, my parents are asleep. Maybe it'd just be better if we called it a night, okay?"

She knew him well enough to recognize his ire and clenched jaw without even turning around.

"No," he countered, stalking towards her, "I'm not going anywhere until we talk about this, Gwen!"

The redhead pushed her pointer finger against her lips, shushing him. "Shhhh!" she chastised, spinning on her heel to confront him, "Would you please keep it down?"

Kevin narrowed his eyes. "I don't understand why you're so upset."

"I'm not upset," she fibbed, sighing once more. She glared, straight into his dark, charming eyes.

He managed a half scoff half chuckle, the small laugh jumping out from his throat and almost startling Gwen. "If that were true," he told her, "then we wouldn't have had a completely silent car ride back."

She bit her inner lip, scouring her mind rapidly for a retort that she could reply with. "Let's just call it a night, okay, Kevin?"

His annoyance and fury seeped into his features, but he still held his composure. Kevin gripped his palms on her shoulders, matching her vexed gaze with his own. "I'm serious, Gwen. I just don't get what you're so upset about."

She sighed, not breaking away from his hold. "I really don't want to have this fight tonight."

His attempts to keep his voice from raising were nearly unsuccessful. "What fight?! I don't even know what I did!" He jerked his hands up exasperatedly.

"I'm not getting into this now, Kevin," she retorted, slowly closing her eyes as she spoke.

He looked completely and utterly irked with her. "Getting into what, Gwen?"

Exhaling heavily, she paused before finally giving in. If he really wanted to talk about it, fine. She'd talk about it. She gave him a miffed glare before continuing. "Getting into the discussion of how you were all over that girl tonight at Julie's tennis match."

His jaw tumbled downwards. "What girl?"

Crossing her arms across her chest, she quirked her eyebrow. They both knew what she was talking about.

Kevin paused before responding, closing his jaw as the realization dawned upon him. "Oh," he began hesitantly, "You mean that girl Caroline? There was nothing going on there."

Clearly, she was not convinced. He groaned at her responsive expression. "Gwen, nothing happened, okay? I got bored during Julie's tennis match, so I walked off. I just found her by the concession stand and we started talking. No big deal."

The redhead, obviously irked, kept her head up stern and strong. She'd rigidly hold up her end of the argument until he gave in. She always did. "No big deal? Really?"

"Really," he replied, as earnestly as he could manage.

"Her hands all over you was no big deal," she remarked, interweaving her arms across her chest.

"She was not-"

Gwen scoffed, interrupting him. "Save it."

"Gwen-"

"You couldn't just have talked to me?"

"You were so interested in the game that you barely even paid attention to me! So I took a walk!"

Her mouth dropped. "That's not true!"

"Oh come on!"

Pointing a finger, she stepped closer to him. "You have no right to make me the one at fault here."

His shoulders slumped. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He huffed. "But, Gwen-I love you."

Her scowl deepened. "It sure didn't seem like it tonight."

Before he could respond, she slammed the door in his face.