I just shook my head and pushed through the throng, making my way to my locker. A few rows down from mine, I saw Savannah standing with Devon at his locker. He looked up and I smiled. He looked happier than I’d seen him in a long time. I watched as Savannah stretched up on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear and then she turned to walk away—and made her way to me.“So,” she said, coming to a chipper halt to my right and leaning up against the locker beside mine. “I totally owe you.”Puzzled, I glanced over into her cocoa eyes and asked, “Owe me for what?”“For getting that skanky strumpet off my back,” she clarified, wrinkling her pert nose.I couldn’t help but smile. Savannah was a very unique personality, and very animated as well. “Strumpet?”“Yeah. I read trashy romance novels. They’ve scrambled my brain and ruined my vocabulary.” “Strumpet,” I repeated, resisting the urge to laugh.“Yeah, it’s like slut or whore. Tramp.”
