I flinched away from him because I suddenly felt trapped, threatened and shaken.  "So what?"

And he grinned like a satisfied cat.  "You don't even have a bra on and your shirt is inside out."

"What?" I squealed. I looked down at my t-shirt and really found the Whitechapel band motif looking pretty dodgy. "Jeez, that's…"

Ollie laughed somewhere behind me and it was only then that I realized he was slowly going around me in a circle.  Damn, I was really a booty.  “So I really screwed you over, huh?  Turbulent emotions and all?"

I frowned and angrily hissed at him: "Don't be so funny."

The back of his...