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knees.     “Crap!” I said, my hand going to my right knee. My fingers come back warm and wet. Bleeding, great . I hobbled toward the door but before I could reach it, it opened, revealing a casually dressed Callum. I take note that t-shirts and jeans should be his clothing of choice, regardless the occasion. I’d marry that t-shirt and jeans, I thought to myself. Wait a minute. Where did that come from? He strode in and flipped on the light. I squinted my eyes at the sudden brightness.     “Sorry, I didn’t wake you, did I?” He asked, then noticed me bleeding. “Oh, crap!” He set down the cups of coffee and bag he was carrying on the table with our clothing and knelt at my level. “You okay? Here.” He grabbed his bath towel and pressed it lightly against the small laceration.     “It’s really not that bad,” I offered, slightly embarrassed but growing fascinated by the masculine hand still at my knee. Callum surprises me by taking my hand but before I can read too much into it, he replaces his hand with mine.     “Keep pressure on it,” he said, before standing and spinning toward, what I assumed, was our cooling breakfast.     He reached for the bag and pulled out two bagels and cream cheese.     “I hope you like bagels,” he smirked.     “I like them. You did good, Callum.”     “How do you take your coffee?” He asked.
    I don’t have the heart to tell him that I don’t actually drink coffee. I’m a tea kinda’ girl but at the risk of ruining a lovely breakfast I say, “sugar and cream, please.” I can drink it, I just don’t like it all that much.
    We sit in companionable silence sipping our coffee, well, he was sipping, I was gulping to get rid of it, and eating our bagels.
    “ Your hair looks fabulous, by the way,” he teases.
    A deep flush creeps up my neck and settles smack dab on my heated cheeks. I quickly stand and cross the room to the glass above the soundboard, smoothing out my crazy locks, attempting to tame them into a somewhat normal style.
    “ I didn’t say I didn’t like, Harper. Sit down,” he laughed. I sit but smooth my hands down the part and twisted the length around my hand. “Seriously Harper, it’s sexy as hell. Stop messing.”
    I blush yet again. I didn’t know what it was with this boy. He said flirtatious things with such confidence I questioned whether or not it affected him as his words implied.
    “ So, I thought we could head to the university in a few minutes. My appointment’s at nine fifteen,” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Oh God, he’s going to bow out. “Did you...Did you still want to come with me?”
    “ Uh, only if you want me to,” I answered, suddenly interested in how well the cut on my knee was scabbing up. He didn’t answer right away so I glanced up.
    Callum furrowed his eyebrows. “Why wouldn’t I want you to come? I invited you, didn’t I?”
    “ Yeah, it’s just, sometimes people change their minds,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.
    “ Well, not this person. So, get dressed already. You’re gonna’ make me late,” he playfully snapped.
    I hopped up and grabbed my belongings. I decided it was probably a good idea to shower again as the summer heat would dry my hair quickly and I could tame the dried creases from the night before.     When I was dressed, my wet hair combed out, I decided to put a little bit of what was left over from my makeup stash. It wasn’t much and had dwindled considerably but it was all I had to work with so I ended up improvising a lot. Like, I didn’t have eye liner so I took an old wine cork from my old foster parent’s house, wasn’t hard as they peppered their flooring like confetti. I would take a lighter and burn the ends. I’d use the burnt charcoal to line my eyes and it worked perfectly, giving them a nice, smoky effect. Also, I had this reddish liquid eye shadow, which looked hideous on the eyes but worked nicely as blush. I