"What the fuck is my problem?" Liam asked, taking the shove but not moving much from it other than what he couldn't fight physics to avoid, "Better question is what yours is. You've been trying to pick a fight with me for months now. You gonna puss out now like you did at the Polar Bear Dive? Poor little Vanity might get his hair wet. Grow some fucking balls, fuckboy." He shoved Van back. Students were starting to gather around. Some tried to get past them, and others were pushing their way in to get a good view.
Liam shoved him again, "Come on, bitch. You wanna fight me? Let's fight. I'll fuck you up so hard you're gonna need fucking dentures and plastic surgery when I'm done." This is what he wanted and he didn't want Van to be the coward he was accusing him of, but he had a good feeling that Van was going to fight back. If he wanted to beat up someone that was just gonna sit and take it, he would've tracked down Pavel.
"So come on, bitch," Liam snarled, "Man the fuck up or get the fuck out."