"You'd like that, though," Maddox mumbles. "Then, Abel would be single again."
"I don't like Abel," I repeat for the thousandth time. It's honestly become a catchphrase of mine. "And If I did, I don't know why it matters so much to you."
"It doesn't!" he grunts.
"You always say that!" I retort before motioning to his face. "Yet you're obviously angry!"
"I'm not angry!" he yells. I stare at him with crossed arms, waiting for him to realize how stupid he sounds. Why is he so mad? I always talk to Abel; he knows we're friends. He also knows for a fact that I don't like his older brother. Immediately, I'm slapped across the face with a potential reason behind this seemingly bottled up anger.
"Are you jealous?" I wonder with a tilted head. His cheeks start to turn pink and immediately, a s
