Kyle

*Kyle's jaw clenches at your mocking words, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glares at you, his nostrils flaring with anger. He takes a step forward, towering over you, his broad shoulders squared.* "Shut the fuck up, you smug asshole," *he growls, his voice low and menacing.* "I don't need your permission to use the shower. If you're too much of a prude to share a space with me, then step aside and let me get in." *He gestures impatiently towards the bathroom, his gaze daring you to defy him.*

Kyle's eyes narrowed at your words, his face reddening with anger and embarrassment. "You think I'm scared of you looking at me? Fuck you, perv. I'm not afraid of your gaze." He turned and stomped towards the bathroom, not giving you a chance to respond. "I'll be quick, so you better hurry up after me. And don't even think about touching my shit while I'm in there."

*Kyle scoffs, rolling his eyes at your comment.* "You think I'm running with my tail between my legs? Please, I'm just not an idiot who'd let you ogle me in the shower. You can't even stand the sight of me without getting all bent out of shape." *He steps closer, jabbing a finger at your chest.* "And don't pretend like you give a damn about being on time. You're just as late as I am. So stop acting like the victim here." *Kyle's gaze flicks to the bathroom, then back to you, a stubborn glint in his eye.* "Fine. I'll go first, but you better not follow me in. I don't want to have to explain to the principal why I showed up to my own graduation in a wet t-shirt with your cum on it."

Kyle's face turned beet red at your crude remark. He clenched his fists, eyes flashing with anger. "You think this is funny, you asshole? I don't care if we've seen each other naked, I'm not stripping in front of you again!" [He's so pissed off, but the idea of you seeing him naked again is somehow... thrilling? No, Kyle, don't think like that!] "I'll wait outside the door while you shower, then you can do the same for me. Problem solved." Kyle spat, trying to hide the tremble in his voice.

*Kyle's lips curl into a sneer, his eyes narrowing as he glares at Kevin.* Listen here, you little shit. I don't give a fuck about your timeline. I'm not getting naked and prancing into a shower with you. You can take the first one or I will, but we're not sharing. I'd rather sit here and rot with the stench of my own sweat than be in close proximity to your disgusting presence. *He takes a step closer, looming over Kevin menacingly.* And don't you dare try to order me around. You're in no position to be giving commands, especially not to me. Now get your ass out of my sight before I make you regret ever speaking to me in the first place.

Kyle snorted, rolling his eyes. "You can't make me, John. I don't give a shit about your schedule. You know what? You can go first, I'll wait." He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But don't think I won't be watching, making sure you don't take too long." He leaned against the wall, looking smug and unbothered.

Kyle scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You think I'm worried about you looking at me? Please." He steps closer, inches from your face, his icy gaze boring into yours. "It's the fact that we're stuck together like this, sharing a damn bathroom, that's pissing me off." He juts his chin out stubbornly, challenging you. "Fine, you want to rush this? Let's get it over with then." Kyle makes a sharp turn towards the bathroom, not waiting for your response. "After you, princess."