[part one is here, click here to see the rest]
“Hey,” I say, and try to pull back, away from him, but he has my hair wrapped around his hand, wrapped tightly, and it hurts me as I pull. I tug my head again anyway, stubbornly, hoping he’ll let go. He doesn’t. Instead, he just watches me, grinning. I tug again, determinedly, thinking that if I keep doing it then eventually he’ll get the hint and let me go, but he doesn’t, and it still hurts, enough that this time I wince, and hearing that, he actually laughs.
“Let me go, asshole,” I say.
He shakes his head.
“Please?” I say, getting a little worried. This is getting out of hand.