Savannah sat on the couch in her brother, Keon's house, her face twisted in anger. Her arms rested on her thighs, folded into a fist, her head down and her knees bounced frantically as she thought about everything that had happened at Bentley's house. Slowly, she was plotting her next move. She wasn't going down without a fight, not after the humiliation she faced in that house.
Keon, who had been absorbed in his game console, dropped his headphones and controller when he saw his sister's agitation. He crossed the room and sat beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Savannah," he began softly, "you need to calm down. What happened?"
But Savannah stood up abruptly, her pacing frenetic as she moved around the room. "I already told you what happened!" she snapped. "Nova, Be
