The small, old theater was more crowded than I’d ever seen it. There was only street parking, and I had to parallel park, which I hate, in a spot about six blocks from Main. When we finally got to the lobby of the theater, it was after eight, and the movie had already started.

Nina, Javier, Luisa, and Kane were standing outside, waiting for us. When Luisa whirled to look at me, I stopped in my tracks.

Her stare fell on me, cold, and she didn’t say a word. No doubt she knew about what had happened on New Year’s Eve. Maybe she’d even seen us.

Oh God. Could this be any more of a nightmare? No wonder she hadn’t responded to my text about the movies. She hated me.

I avoided eye contact with her as we approached. Kane said, “Should we bother? We won’t get seats together.”

We all agreed to go in anyway, because it was a horror movie that all of us wanted to see, and the previews usually took fifteen minutes anyway. It would have been a blessing that I didn’t have to sit next to Kane or Luisa anyhow. But when we got in the theater, there was only one grouping of three, one grouping of two, and single seats everywhere else.

Luisa climbed into the grouping of three, then looked at me defiantly, as if laying down a challenge. I wasn’t going there and wasn’t going to split up Nina and Javier, so I ended up sitting by myself in the back corner of the theater.

The movie was terrible. I watched the heads of Luisa, Kane, and Declan, silhouetted in the light from the movie screen, feeling like shit. Luisa was sitting between them, in the spot meant for me. Somehow she had gotten the two Weeks boys, and I got the back row next to an elderly lady who smelled like old cheese and kept elbowing me in an epic battle over the armrest.

When I saw Luisa stand to leave midmovie, I pushed out of the seat and went after her, intent on clearing the air.

“Luisa,” I called before she could go into the ladies’ room.

She turned. “Don’t. Don’t even. You’ve always wanted Kane, and then I find out you actually slept with him?”

I stared at her in shock. How had she found out? I hadn’t told anyone, so the answer was obvious. Kane.

“N-no,” I stammered in a hoarse whisper, looking back at the darkened movie theater. The last thing I needed was for Declan to follow us out and hear this. “That was a long time ago. And we were stupid. And it didn’t—”

“It didn’t mean anything, and yet you couldn’t keep your hands off him on New Year’s?”

“I was—”