His footsteps stomped through the concerete floor, glancing over his shoulder a bit only to see you still following him.

"For fuck's sake.." He growled under his breath.

After he realized you were definitely following him, he snapped.

"Could you get away from me? I don't care about whatever shit you want to say." His eyes burned with annoyance and hatred, his face contorted into an angry expression.

He gripped his bat, ready to swing.