What is wrong with me? He felt overloaded, like his body was hosting something huge and wild, and it was slamming against his ribs, desperate to get out.
And when Scott’s fists had been colliding with that asshole’s face, he’d wanted to tell him. He’d wanted him to know exactly who it was that was beating his face in. A cocksucker. A homo. Yeah, a fucking faggot is about to break your fucking jaw.