FROM being vexed, his reaction turned confused. I understand the reason why.
"Then why are you clinging to him?! It feels like you're enjoying having him around," he said, broking the ice.
"I'm not clinging onto him, and I'm not enjoying it! He's the one who's trying to get close to me! Come to think of it, you're the one who's letting that b***h touch you freely and cling to you! Now, why are you passing the ball to me?" I asked. He couldn't say anything in return. He punched the floor until his hands spat blood. Why the heck is he acting silly again?!
I stopped him from punching.
"...stop hurting yourself, my god!" I said and held his hand. His blood is like a faucet, it is flowing continuously. I licked it 'til the blood stopped bleeding. Aish! He's always making me worrie
