“Why are you naked?”
&. “ what the fu— !! why are YOU in my house?? ” — he interjects, agitation laced within his voice. — his fingers are grasping tightly at the towel hugging at his hipbones, wet strands mat to his forehead — and he tells himself that if it wasn’t for his ( drenched ) state, he would go and fight the lights out of the other boy. “ my god !! can you at least turn around ?? ”










