"I guess we like already like know why you’re like watching your hands."

I roll my eyes, "I know you have to force out each one of those ‘like’s."

Ashley sighed, "Why do you have to be so fucking difficult? Why can’t you just stay silent?"

I turned the water off and got a paper towel to dry my hands before turning towards her, "What fun would that be?"

"It’s not supposed to be fun for you!"

I threw my trash away, "But it’s supposed to be fun for you, and that just ain’t fair."

"It’s not supposed to be fair," she said as she stepped up to the mirror and I moved towards the door, "You’re supposed to be afraid of us."

I turn back to her and raise one eyebrow, "Why the hell would I be afraid of a couple prissy, little bitches?"

She turns her head toward me, "Because we could kick your ass."

I laughed, "Rrrriiiiiight, good one."

She turns her body towards me and places her hands on her hips, "We work out all the time and we’re cheerleaders. We are strong and flexible; you don’t got shit on us."

"That’s where you’re wrong," I begin to take slow steps toward her, "I’m gay, and according to you, it’s contagious. You’d rather die than have me touch you."

I watch as she swallows and begins to get nervous, but tries to retain her composure. I move till there was almost no space between us.

"Oh look at you, trying to be all tough and shit, but you can’t hold it up for long. You’re already squirming in disgust."

She still doesn’t move, so I wrapped my hands around her wrists, and she didn’t move away, so I decided to take the next step and take her hands in mine. My smirk started to slacken when this didn’t force her to move still. I decided to play a little dirty and move our hands behind her back and press our bodies together.

She gasped and I finally took notice of her eyes that were growing dark with anger and her gritted teeth. She was trying to know fight back, proving that she could take anything I threw at her, "Fine, you could take that, but can you take this?"