"I wasn't even talking to you," Marco muttered. In all honesty, he couldn't remember if the question had been directed at Oliver or not, but he was pretty sure that "loud" wasn't the word he was supposed to have used, anyway. He wasn't really sure what he meant if he didn't mean loud, though. Again he was starting to get frustrated, and he stopped walking and whirled around to face Oliver again. "Stop following me! I can feel you fucking breathing on my back, and I'm not going with you! Fuck off!"
Rather than run from Oliver, Marco sat down in the middle of the road, then rolled onto his stomach and sprawled out, face down on the pavement.