"Are you insane?" I hissed.

"I told you we'd talk today," he whispered.

"Right. Talk. Like normal people, not . . . skulking around in the broom closets."

"Skulking? Really?" David raised his eyebrows, and even in the dim light, I could see that smirk forming.

"First of all, I'm not taking crap . . . from the guy who uses 'egregrious' in every article he writes. And secondly, this"--I gestured to the cluttered shelves, the cleaning products, the damp mops--"definitely warrents the use of skulkuing."

David heaved a sigh. "Fine. We're skuling. And since the bell rings in five minutes, we need to skulk fast . . . ."

Rebel Belle (ch. 11, pg. 111); Harper and David