A loud gasp tore out of me, making his entire body go tense, but my stupid a.ss didn't even register it.
"Oh my god, I love Hollywood Undead!" I practically squealed.
Baffle looked down at his shirt and his shoulders relaxed.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Yeah, I think they're hilarious and upbeat, and it really used to pi.ss off—" I stopped abruptly when I realized what I was about to say.
It really used to pi.ss off Gwen and Viola when I'd blare it off my computer. It was one of my favorite things to do. One of the only things I ever got away with. Because I claimed to work better while jamming out. Which wasn't a complete lie.
"Pi.ss off who?" Baffle pushed in a casual tone.
"Oh, uh, the people I used to live with," I said, forcing a bright smile. "They hated rock music."
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