He didn't know what to think now. His best friends thought he'd raped Savannah, as did the whole school, but his supposed accuser was pleading her innocence. And she looked so beautiful and perfect that it was hard to stay angry. He let out a small sigh and looked down until he felt her hand against the side of his face. Looking up, he stared into her eyes and then put his hand on her wrist. "I want to believe you." He whispered.
"Then believe me." She whispered, stepping in to close the distance between them. Then she leaned up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.
He was hooked, and she knew it. Maybe there was a way out of this after all.
But there was someone who wasn't hooked. A few feet down the hall, Georgia Locke was stopped in her own steps. She couldn't take he
