"Why? Do I have to beg for it? Not that I even want it." He was trying to be cool about it and rapidly losing his ability to be. He was on fire, every part of him wanted to be touched and not by anyone. Not by a hot girl, not by a random hot dude either. No, he wanted to be felt up by the dickhead that stole his knife and hurt his shoulders.

And he didn't know why. "You're mean to me, why would I want you? How fucked up do you think I am?" Very. He was very fucked up. He wanted to beg but he was fighting himself, fighting his own stupid pride.