"You went for the bad boy look instead of the preppy boy look, huh?" I said, my voice soft, trying to fill the silence as we walked through the hallways. "What, you didn't want to look like a narcissist?"
Callum laughed under his breath. "I had an emo stage I never quite grew out of."
I raised an eyebrow. "Black clothes and tattoos don't make you emo."
"I could show you the photos," he teased, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Let me guess," I said, rolling my eyes. "You put on some black eyeliner and frowned all day?"
He chuckled. "Something like that. But we should get upstairs before my mother or one of the Sentinels catches a whiff of us."
He grabbed my hand, pulling me gently along with him, and my heart did this stupid little flutter at the contact. I tried to shake it
