“I’m looking at you, obviously,” I hiss, eyebrows raised high, my eyeballs feeling like they’re going to pop right out of my head with the swell of anger that’s building pressure in my head. I’ve never been good at tact or playing it cool. I’m not capable—everything’s there on my face for the entire world to read, and unless you’re my parents, who are a special kind of case, I’m going to speak my mind.
Or try my hardest to.
Callum clenches his jaw, like we’re about ready to get into an actual fight even though he’s the one being all pushy and s**t.
Hell, we’re still in the classroom, the conversations having died down after slam after slam of the door as people have headed out. I glance around to see if any of my remaining class are looking, if the prof is somehow glancing between the t
