Out Assholed

“How’d she take it?” Maverick asks, following along behind me down the hallway.

“As expected.” I mumble, unable to pull myself out of this grumpiness surrounding me.

“So she cried then?” He verifies, and I toss him a glare over my shoulder.

“No, she assured me it’s fine and that my safety comes first.” I snark at him before looking back down the hallway and rolling my eyes.

“Hmmm.” He hums and the sound irritates my ears, feeding my already sour mood. I whip around to face him, my hands on my hips. “‘Hmm’ what, Maverick?”

He slides me a grin. “Wasn’t sure if she was a crier like you or not.” He simply shrugs, as if he didn’t just verbally attack me for the shit I went through yesterday. Does his dickishness know no bounds?

My lips twitch into a sneer as my eyes narrow and I open my mouth to say a smart ass comment, but instead I snap it shut. He wants to be an asshole? Fine, I’ll make sure he feels like one.

I turn back around, ambling into the kitchen, choosing to ignore his stup