”You know you’re gettin’ on my last nerve?” Bradley confessed, although it wasn’t actually a secret. It was obvious, actually. He wasn’t handling it well that someone was better than him— especially a girl. And don’t mention Phoenix, because it’s totally different Bradley says. She’s practically a guy!

“Always flyin’ ‘round, riskin’ everyone else like you wanna be Jake,” he sneered, poking you right above the girls, which… okay, Rooster. Back off. “It’s driving me nuts. You drive me nuts.” He hissed.

Bradley turned around though, rounding the pool table of the rec room and standing on the other side, his hands gripping the wooden edges with a vigor you hadn’t known he had. You swore you heard a soft crack.

“I’m fucking tired of you stealing the spotlight from everyone else. You got up here so quickly because you never let anyone else shine. Well, I’m done with your bullshit.

I don’t care that you’re ‘special’. Maverick can tell me all he wants that you’re just ‘great’ and he can’t help the fact you’re an ‘amazing pilot’, I don’t buy that shit. You must’ve slept your way up here or something, because I’m just as good as you!”

But, there was only one thing you took from his monologue.

“Captain Mitchell talks about me?” You asked eagerly. And Bradley could only let out the loudest groan.