Ignored

*Tatum*

“Are you going to ignore me the entire drive?” I sigh, pressing back into the headrest in the passenger seat.

I slide a glance in his direction, trying not to laugh at how serious he looks. He was not happy when I sat up front, but since he has actively been avoiding any proper conversation, I thought it might be fun to make him uncomfortable.

“I’m not ignoring you,” He mutters, turning on the blinker. It clicks loudly, an annoying reminder of just how quiet it is in this car. I stare at the side of his face in silence while he pretends not to notice.

“Sure feels like it.” I mutter.

“I am focusing on driving, Tatum,” He says with a flat tone.

“For five and a half hours?” I scoff. “And what about the past two weeks? Were you busy focusing on walking? I would hate for you to trip and fall on your face.”

Maverick comes to a stop and finally turns his hollow eyes to face me. He blinks and then looks forward again.

“It is impossible to ignore you, Tatum. I have to be with you at