It goes like this.

By now, the teenager's hands were shaking. Partly with rage, partly with embarrassment. Fuck. What had happened? He had been doing well up to just a few moments ago. Had turned her words right against her, confident, not missing a beat. Why did laughter have to be such a problem? She was just trying to dismiss him, why in all things that were holy would that bother him so much? He didn't get it. Even if he ever cracked a joke, it was always like people were laughing at him and his attempts at humour, not with him.

He had to do something. He wasn't going to let this stupid redhead run off and laugh about the idiot in the hood with whatever bitch friends she had. He was strong. He was dangerous. He was a goddamn winner.

And he was going to prove that.

He spoke up once more, hi voice sinking to a surprisingly deep baritone. He was growling. He was doing everything in his power to be taken seriously again. He wasn't having this.

"I'd stop making a goddamn joke out of me if I were you." His glance shifted slightly so he could glare straight at the girl, half covered by his hood in a manner he was sure was going to seem intimidating enough. "Broke a couple faces earlier. Another one wouldn't be a problem."

Angelo's eyes were wide open, his jaw clenched tightly. She couldn't be doing this. She was strutting around and mocking him openly. Turning him into a goddamn jester. This shouldn't happen, not ever. His blush had reached his cheeks and his ears, the latter which practically glowed red. It was a stupid reaction and he hated it but it was one of those things that he did not know how to reconstruct when he "fixed" his body. This of course, only served to enrage him further. Furthermore, at some level, he was enjoying how close she had gotten. This, more than anything, made him see red. Stupid fucking body with its goddamn hormones!

Before he knew what he was doing, Angelo had twisted his body, pushed into a swing with every inch of his being, not unlike a pushed down spring shooting off, as his fist flow through the air, aiming for that smug fucking jaw.

Angelo spun around and staggered to the side. It was only with a moment's notice that he was able to catch himself and not run into the wall like a first-class buffoon. Shouldn't have put that much force into the punch. Hadn't been able to stop the momentum when he missed. Stupid of him. With a growl, the boy turned back towards the other teenager. By now, his right hand at the end of the sleeve had turned into a putrid, black colour. It was only a matter of time before it began shifting...

And then she laughed again. Angelo's growls actually quieted down to lower whines at the sound. Why couldn't he fucking take that? Why did this kind of mockery strike a chord that deeply with him? It was stupid and he knew it was stupid, she was trying to provoke him. He knew that. So why did the laughter hurt so goddamn much? He was already looking away from her, his eyes and most of his red face covered by his hood.

Then she mentioned kissing. It was clearly just mockery, nothing else and she was a bitch anyway but now the images were stuck in his head and fffuck get it out get it out get it out!

"Shut the fuck up!" He finally spat out. Not much of a retort and he knew that but it was the best he could think of right now.

She wasn't serious. There was not a snowball's chance in hell that she was serious. The teenager was still glaring at the girl as she got close, that ice-coloured gaze filled with as much venom as he could muster. The laughing made him want to curl up and die somewhere, but more than that, he was angry. Angry at himself for falling for all this bullshit. For getting himself into this situation. Oh god she was getting closer.

Would have liked that? Yes he wou- No, no. Shut up. Fuck you. That was bullshit from top to toe. All this "girl" was doing was pushing his buttons to see how many different reactions she could get. Would have liked it? Fuck off. He didn't want this bitch anywhere near him. Not in the slightest.

So why the hell wasn't he objecting to the fact that she was closing in?

He let his half-finished shifting stop when she looked at his hand, only to let it continue when she turned back to him. Let's see how smug you are with claw marks all over your shitty face you good for nothing...

'How about it?'

Angelo wanted to scream. He wanted to use every curse word in the English encyclopaedia and damn her from hell and back. But his throat was try. He wasn't speaking up. Why in the name of Jesus was he not speaking up?

Ffffuck. Why did everything have to be so intimate all of a sudden? What the hell was even going on? She was just making a fool of him, right? Nobody outside of certain movies acted this way. It was a trick, what else could it possibly be? If he had any sense in him whatsoever, he should just jab his newfound claws into her face and be done with it all. Head up to his room and contemplate what in the merciful name of Christ just happened.

But at the same time, that didn't make sense either. Why the hell would she get this close for a prank? It would look bad on her in turn if anyone showed up. Which meant she... Or was that just wishful thinking?

Wait, what? Wishful thinking? What the hell was he smoking?

Ghah he could feel her goddamn breath on his face this was too much how was a guy supposed to handle this in a moderately logical way? Angelo was practically frozen up, contemplating his various possibilities.

Oh, you know what? Fuck it. Who in their right mind would pass this up, if she was being serious? If she wasn't, claw to the face. Problem solved with no valuable life harmed.

After taking a moment to gather himself, Angelo managed a response. "Yeah... Yeah, yeah. Ready." What the hell was he saying