It goes like this.

The park had been a mistake. A stupid one.

Angelo knew this now, as he stormed into the school courtyard with fast steps, muttering to himself. Of course the idiotic brats at the park couldn't leave him alone when he wanted them to. Of course they had to ask him if he wanted to be part of some stupid snowball fight, which he had responded to as you would expect from that kind of proposition. If the kids couldn't handle a "Fuck off" that wasn't his problem, was it? But noo, instead they had to go get offended and throw a wet goddamn snowball at him as he continued walking. They had bigger problems than being offended now, the blood on the boy's knuckles made that much clear

But of course he couldn't even get satisfaction in that. He had to run like hell before the brats' friends showed up. Because if someone asks for it, it's your responsibility to not hit them, right? Bull. How about telling them to stop asking for a beatdown instead and they won't get one.

It was with these thoughts a truly sour, wet Angelo Rendine once again entered school grounds. His hood was up as usual, but there was a clear wet spot on the top of it with multiple small flakes of snow. Not to mention more of the cold stuff on his shoulders. He walked with broad shoulders, his eyes practically sparking with barely contained rage. He was in a foul mood overall. Who in their right mind would mess with him in this condition?

Angelo had planned on stomping up to his room, drying off his clothes and cooling off for the next two hours, but he stopped in his tracks when he noticed that someone was staring at him, which prompted him to stop and glance, no, glare back. Redhead, around his age, maybe a bit older. Pretty good looking, he had to admit, but that didn't say much. The prettier girls usually got stuck up about their appearance and ended up way too confident for their own good as far as he was concerned. Then she snarled. Yeah, she was a bitch. Angelo turned towards her, however.

"Whaddya want?" He spat out, running up one hand over his hood and flicking off snow as he did so. Sure, he was positive that this chick was going to be annoying, but on some level he still wanted to look good when someone looked at him. Vanity? Pride? Being a teenager? Call it whatever you wish.

Angelo furrowed his eyebrows and dug his hands into his pockets. Yeah, of course she had to push him on that. Not like she could take a moment to think on her own and figure out what happened, right? It was winter, it was a high school area, it didn't take a goddamn genius to figure out that he had been snowballed. Which wasn't "getting a little snow on him" for the record, it was a fucking pain. Was cold and melting and running down his back. He didn't need some cocky chick mocking him for it. Who did she even think she was?

His result was what to be expected. A low "None of your goddamn business", growled through the teen's teeth. This bitch was making fun of him, you could tell that from a mile away and he wasn't just going to lie down and take that. He may be many things but Angelo Rendine has never and will never be someone's doormat. Least of all some redhead who thinks she can just smile and act as if she has no idea about what she's doing. She knew. And the fact that she was faking being nice about it just made Angelo's already sour mood even worse.

Now what the hell did waking her up have to do with anything in this situation? It wasn't like you were supposed to sleep in the courtyard. If someone walked in and woke you up because you were stupid enough to nap outside, that was your problem, not the guy walking by. Also, this girl really thought Angelo cared about her "worrying" for his snow-covered state? For god's sake give him a break or he was going to break something.

And would she stop with the goddamn snarling already? Who does that? She's a human fucking being, or at least as intelligent as one who knows with Manta Carlos, but she was making animal noises? Sheesh.

"Why the hell would I care if I woke you up?" Angelo growled, looking down at the other girl. He had been in a bad mood already but now? Now his blood was boiling. "This is a public area. If you want to take a nap before dinner head to your room or whatever."

As he spoke, Angelo brought up a hand to dust the snow off his shoulders, taking certain note to use the hand with clear bloodied knuckles from the earlier fight. Mostly to intimidate, show that he was not one to be messed with, but at some level he was also... Showing off? He couldn't help it he just became that way around women.

Angelo let out a small laugh, smiling just enough to show his teeth. That was quite possibly the most pathetic comeback he had ever heard. Loud feet? Really? That was the best she had? Besides, she was saying against herself with the bullshit about being social, something that he was going to point out right away.

"What, wanted to be social?" He grinned a bit, ice blue eyes locked with the shorter girl's. Hey, he was actually starting to enjoy this. Who knew screaming at some random stranger was so effective for working out frustration? Was actually pretty scary how well it worked. "Hate to break it to you, but sleeping on a bench isn't exactly social."

Then she laughed. An action that, by itself, washed the smile right off Angelo's face. While he did what he could to hide it with his hood, a deep red blush was working its way up his neck. He hated being laughed at. Being ridiculed. There was nothing more frustrating to him than not being taken seriously, not to mention that his attempt to bolster his own pride was shot straight down.

"If someone pisses me off, I kick their teeth in." Angelo muttered in response, eye contact no longer maintained. "What's it to you?" He added, trying to at some level seem "cool" still.