STay
"I'd like that. Thanks for asking."
"Great." Her eyes take on a sly look before she asks, "So, any plans with that foxy boy who gave you and Brooklyn a ride home yesterday?"
My mouth drops open as I repeat with a fair amount of horror, "Foxy? Did you seriously just say that?"
Her brows draw together as she says, "Isn't that the hip lingo all the kids are using these days?"
I shake my head. "Um, no. And quite frankly, I don't want to hear that word come out of your mouth ever again." I shudder. "It's so wrong, it can never be right."