At the end of the day, Maddox and I walk towards the parking lot. When he sees that I'm quiet, he looks at me. "What's wrong with you now?" he sighs loudly. I can sense concern in his voice so I figure he's being genuine.
I roll my eyes at him. "Shut up, Maddox," I scoff.
"Is it about you leaving again? Because I told you already—," he starts to reassure me but I don't let him finish.
"Why didn't you say anything to me today? I mean, you knew it was my birthday from the start," I blurt in slight frustration.
His eyebrows furrow as he stares at me with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He's getting a kick out of my annoyance. He glances at the ground with his hands in his pockets. "I don't know."
"Well, now seems like a good time to say it," I nudge him in the side. In a matter of se
