Not much

He clears his throat. "Not much I guess. I am not even sure if we won". You giggle girlishly again. There he was, your superhero QB boyfriend...wait did you just think that?, and he couldn't even remember his history making performance.

"It is all a blur, but I am glad you were there" he flashes you one of his irrisistible smiles and you are melting away. Your head automatically tilts to the side and you let it rest against his shoulders. This is beautiful, you think, just why can't he tell you if you are a couple or not. Maybe he is just one of these assholes that takes advantage of all the girls until he fucked them long enough. You get angry at that thought and you snap at him. You immediately straigthen yourself up and reply, "Well, why don't you act like it then." you pout and try to give him an angry look.

"What?" he says confused as he stops the car in front of your place. "You know what I mean...You push me out of your room as your frat brother comes in, you don't call me. Then you act all jealous and buy me new clothes...I am not just another cheap slut for you to bang" you continue your ranting tirade.

"Calm down, John. Why don't you tell me what happened?" you can hear the irritation in his voice.

"Oh so we are back to John? I think I look more like a Doe..." you hiss." You are completely lost in your role. Your former self is stored away in the far back of your mind. You are Doe and as far as you are concerned, your QB boyfriend is acting like a total dick.