People showing interest in him is uncommon for Angelo.

It boosts his ego, for starters. But it also makes his brain short circuit and his first instict is to be the rudest person alive.

"You... want my number?" He says, holding back a scoff, his fingers tightening around his phone.

What was this person up to? Were they making fun of him too? They were probably like everyone else.

Nobody likes him anyway. But that's because they think he's weird. They think he's a freak, a loser.

But he doesn't care.

"J-jeez..." He mutters under his breath. "You're obsessed with me, huh?"

Great. Overconfidence. Yes, that will make it all better.

Okay, okay, his brain was not forming the words he wanted to say. How helpful.