What's Her Deal

[Maverick’s POV]

I stand at the edge of the hall, watching as William and the pipsqueak speak quietly. I didn’t mean to overhear anything, but shouldn’t they have picked a better place to speak? Anyone could overhear, and if what I just heard got into another's hands, well, I feared what would come.

Deciding maybe it was best to end things before someone comes up, I clear my throat, drawing both William’s and the pipsqueaks gazes toward me. And when they realize I’m here, both of their expressions reflect shock and then panic.

“Don’t worry,” I sigh, shoving my hands in my pockets and beginning to move. “I didn’t hear anything.”

Ignoring their gazes, I head past them and then into the dorm, where Rosco sits with his eyes fixed on the door.

“Why are you here?” He asks, frowning. “Didn’t we agree you would go to the men’s dorm?”

“About that…” I begin, but stop as William’s hand clamps on my shoulder.