The sound of a car horn had me looking over the shoulder. Jason was cruisingalongside me, beckoning me to get into the car. Raising my eyebrows, I obeyed, waitinguntil he pulled over before hopping into the passenger seat.“What’s going on? Where’s Vanessa?” I made a show of looking in the back seatignoring his frowning.“Haha. Wanna go see a movie? Kate’s not done till five anyway, and it’s only twothirty.”“I can read the clock, Einstein.” I smirked as he scowled. “Weren’t you going tothe movies with Vanessa?”“I’ll take that as a yes. And will you stop mentioning her?” I buckled up myseatbelt as he shifted into reverse and did a 180-turn that shouldn’t have been humanlypossible, let alone legal.“Considering that you haven’t stopped mentioning her at all since last week, youshould know that’s a rhetorical question.”“It wasn’t a question, it was an order.”“Oh, an order, huh.” I crossed my legs and hid my smile of satisfaction. God,pissing him off was fun. “Well, lucky for me, I don’t listen to orders. And you’re only older than me by a year, mister.”“A year and a half, and don’t you forget it.” He leaned back as we stopped at alight. “Fine, since I’m feeling generous, I’ll tell you why I’m with you and not Vanessa. It’sreally tragic, actually.” I pulled up my arm, ready to mime playing a violin, but hegrabbed my wrist and yanked it down, keeping his fingers there to make sure my wriststayed down. “Don’t start, or I won’t tell you.”“Yes sir.” I said, grinning cheekily.“Ok, here goes.” He took a deep breath. “She’s boring.” The light turned green,and we moved forward, smoothly shifting lanes. I stared at him in disbelief.“What?” I tipped my head to the side, pretending to shake water out of my ears.“What? Did I hear you properly? This girl that you’ve been practically worshipping sinceSeptember is BORING?!” He refused to look at me, but I could see the corners of hismouth curve up. “Do you mean to tell me-” I paused for dramatic effect. “That you’vecompletely wasted your time, Kate’s time and my time to talk about this young woman?”“Ok! I get it, Louise, no need to rub it in. Yeesh.” He was grinning now as hepulled into the theatre parking lot. After I’d declined his offer to drop me off at the door (Iwas NOT a little kid that couldn’t stand walking a few metres), he parked and we got outof the car.“Hey, Jay!” another guy (tall, athletic, brown hair - I swear, Jason and his friendsmust have come out of molds when they were born, they all look and act so similar) jogged up to us and smiled, slapping him on the shoulder. “What’s up man?”“Nothing, just gonna go catch a movie.” I lounged against the car, waiting for their conversation to end. When it didn’t look like it would happen anytime soon, I reachedinto Jason’s back pocket and snagged his wallet.“I’m gonna go buy tickets.” Jason whirled on me, face burning red and grabbedmy wrist.“Don’t just go into my pocket without warning!” I opened my eyes wide ininnocence.