The Past Is Here

"Can you always watch where the hell you're going?",I heard a familiar voice say and I looked up. It was the same guy that bumped into me at English class and with were three other attractive guys that stood behind him like bodyguards.
"What did you just say?",I stared back at him,my blood boiling
I like this shirt,godamnit......and now it's tie-dyed with Gatorade.
"Are you deaf?,I said - Could you maybe watch where the fuck you're going",he repeated slowly.
"Well, I'm not deaf. But if I was deaf,then saying it slower wouldn't help me understand what you said,dumbass"
"You walked into me",he said taken aback with my response. He probably wanted me to squeal sorry and run away.
"I wasn't even walking. I don't know how you define walking but I'm pretty sure that you have to be moving",I responded.
"Can you just shut up and keep walking,bitch",he said.
"First of all,I can't because you're still in my way",I said as I walked nearer to him."And second,never call a girl a bitch",I said as I emptied the remaining contents in the bottle on him. I heard a chuckle from the students that were around us and even his friends. I hissed and pushed him out of the way. As much as despising him,I felt a strange electric warmth spread through my body, originating in the spot where our bodies briefly made contact.......must be due to the lack of testosterone in my life.