'That's not what I meant and you know it,' he shouted, a little unnerved that Ward wasn't reacting the way Ryan expected. Ryan slammed the locker again with his open palm in irritation. Like he did his make-up hours for gym class hoping Ryan would find out about it and come after him. 'If you don't want people staring at you, Ryan, maybe you shouldn't do things that attract attention to yourself.' He still didn't seem frightened, or even upset that Ryan had cornered him in the back of the men's locker room without anybody even in shouting distance. 'I had my back to you,' he said drily, the corner of his mouth quirking into a crooked smile.

Instead, he just growled out, 'Stop fucking staring at me,' hoping that he could intimidate that icy calm out of Ward's expression. Ryan didn't know what that meant, but it made him nervous about just decking him, even if he did pick a time and a place without any witnesses. And Ward was staring at him without any fear in his eyes at all. He wasn't faking it-Ryan had been on the other side of the line of scrimmage from a bunch of offensive linemen, he knew the difference between a guy who was trying to act tough and a guy who really thought he could take you. He just turned around and looked at Ryan with those freaky blue eyes of his, and said, 'Yes?' And that pissed Ryan off, but it also kind of freaked him out, because Ward was this scrawny little pale guy who maybe weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet and he wasn't frightened at all. Because he knew he was stronger than Ward-way stronger, like 'captain of the football team and already had his letter of intent signed for Auburn the day he turned eighteen' stronger-but even when Ryan slammed his hands against the wall two inches from either side of Ward's head, Ward didn't even flinch. Ward just kept right on staring at him, totally unafraid, like he already knew what Ryan was thinking and he wasn't worried about it one little bit. They stared up at him like little chips of blue ice set into Ward's narrow, angular face, unblinking and arrogant, and the only thing stopping Ryan from hauling off and swelling them shut was the way that Ward looked at him. Ryan wanted so badly to punch Ward right in his maddeningly perfect eyes.

Man has xray vision and fucks