He was absolutely mortified, releasing her immediately as she pushed. "Y-y-y-you..." He squinted, taking in a deep breath. "You are absolutely right, I am...SO sorry about th-th-th-that! I j-j-j-j-j..." Again, he paused, took a breath, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest.
Calm down...calm down, it's not bad, it was a mistake, calm down, calm down... His voice went off in his mind like a mantra, nothing is wrong, be calm, nothing is wrong, be calm, nothing is wrong, be calm, nothing is wrong, be calm, nothing is wrong, be calm...
"I'm sorry you had to see that." He spoke finally, "It's....the product of three years of animosity between us. When I first came here, I started a club...you may have heard of it, the Table Flip Club? Anyway, Scott came around for Tournament Night regularly...he seemed okay at first; then he started to show a certain...intensity, when it came to competition...as in, if you beat him, you'd made an enemy until he won again." He actually smiled, "He's beaten me the least of anyone." he sighed, "And that pisses him off to no end. He'd overheard me saying to someone...someone who asked out of genuine curiosity, mind you, I was NOT bragging...that I had an IQ of 171. He took it VERY personally then...like I was some arrogant ass that needed to be knocked off a pedestal. Anyway...."
He made himself look Camille in the eye. It hurt to say it, but he'd now officially made a Bad First Impression, and he didn't want this girl treating him like a psycho. "If you're...weirded out, I totally get it: We can take the next car back down, I'll escort you out before Batshit the Barbarian has a chance to say anything, and...we can call it a night...maybe talk again some other time?"
@I have Naka to do with it!