“C’mon.” Ash’s raspy voice trails behind him. “Come on. You like me, right? You said you like me.” Jake stalks away from the car. If Ash gets within swinging distance, he’ll punch the kid’s teeth out and he can’t be held responsible. Ash says, “You’re gay, right? Don’t you want—” “Fuck you!” “I don’t know why you’re so mad!” Ash shouts. “I’m tryna do what you want!” “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I WANT.”
