Jealousy

*Tatum*

“What are you doing?” Maverick asks, walking into my side of the room. I tilt my head to the side in feign shock as I tie the laces on my running shoes.

“Oh, he speaks now?” I ask, and he shoots me a scowl.

Three damn days of him being pouty and near silent. Strange how days ago I wanted him to shut up and leave me alone, but somehow, with him being my shadow, his silence annoys me more.

I have spent the last three days trying to pretend the grump ass isn’t affecting me or the girls wanting to hang out with me. At lunch Clem teased maybe he suffered brain damage. I have to admit, until right now; I thought he might have.

“I have spoken to you all along.” He says with an unamused frown.

“I’m going for a run.” I tell him, standing and placing my hands on my hips, just daring him to tell me no. That’s the other thing he has been doing a lot of. Telling me no with a scowl and a headshake. And I’ve had more than enough of it.

“You hate running,” he reminds me and I scoff, preten