“This is a private conversation.” My eyebrows shoot up, and a choked laugh escapes my mouth before I can stop it. “Oh, is it?” Her cheeks flush, and several different emotions cross her face before she settles on anger again. “It would be, if you’d stop listening in, you skank! Don’t you have something to go clean?” Oh Jesus. So that really has made it around the entire school. “I could clean out your locker,” I offer with a shrug. “But I forgot my extra strong bitch bleach.”
