QUOTE : Gritting my teeth at his barricade, I moved right, then left, and all the time he shadowed my steps. “We fuckin’ dancing?” he asked, frowning. “Move!” I shouted, craning my head over his shoulder to keep watch on my bitch. Vike’s blown-up ‘roided chest pressed against mine, forcing me to look up at his smirking ugly face. He laid a fuckin’ sloppy kiss on my lips, pulled back, and said, “Fuck that, pretty boy. You got me here to prom, I bought a frilly dress, and I fuckin’ wanna dance before I put out for your tight ass in the back of your truck!