On the walk over, Savannah had tried to convince herself that today wasn't going to be what she was afraid it would be. She'd talked herself up enough in that walk. She knew the layout of his house from his front door to his bedroom. She was going to walk right into that house, up to his room and stand at the door.
She was going to tell him that he couldn't try to control her like that. And she knew that she wanted to end it with a quick 'Go to Hell.' It was exactly where he belonged. She hated knowing that someone had this control over her. It was something that had once attracted her to Max. He seemed to cool to be caught up in her games so she wanted to prove that she could get him.
Now that she'd gotten that, she didn't want him.
Sighing, Savannah flicked her hair over her shoulder
