Blake nods toward his empty glass, and the waitress scoops it up and carries it off. “I say we take a break from movies for a while,” he tells us, putting his arm around my shoulder in our booth. “Two stinkers in one week are enough to make me take up bowling.” Jamie ignores him, studying his menu while flicking his blond hair off his shoulder, and I ignore Melanie, who’s desperately trying to catch my eye. I know, I know; she’s dying to show the guys the notes. But I still object, on the grounds I laid out in the school parking lot. I get that this is her call. Fine. Whatever. But I’m going to prolong my drama-free evening as long as possible. “And what was with those special effects?” Blake says. “Geez, I could’ve done better with my Deluxe Whiz Kid chemistry set. I’ve seen bigger explosions in science class.” Jamie interrupts his menu-reading just long enough to briefly scowl at him.
