"You're welcome," he really did not understand the blush and the hesitance over a cookie. If it was about cookies. "I promise I don't have cooties." No, that was what condoms were for.
And unlike Savannah, Slav had mostly drifted at the edges of school social culture. As one of the Jones boys, he certainly attracted attention of a sort, but had never really noticed what he was doing. No, he was more the type to look up in Auto Shop Class and be surprised that there were suddenly so many more girls in the class. After them having been in there for an entire semester.
Enjoying his ice cream, he listened to her explanation of Cootie Rites.