no subject

['I hate you' was a surprise, but Green was ready to retaliate with some words of his own before Red mentioned his parents. The number one untouchable subject had just been touched, and not even gently. His eyes grew wide, and his speech died in his throat. After a moment of staring at his rival like he had been stabbed, he harshly brushed Red's hands off his shoulders with his own.]

Get your hands off me, you fuck.

[There was no raising of his voice, no playful antagonism. Just pure hurt and anger. He thought about saying something else, but was too upset to think straight. He picked up his bag, and walked out the doorway.]