I get out and dry off as well before the guy who gave me the black eye comes up behind me and takes a towel, rolling it up and whipping it forward. I catch it before it hits me and turn around, facing the guy, "Get out of here, Sharp. I don't want any trouble."
He smiles cockily, "Don't think so, bird-boy."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside