"Danielle?" he says as he looks down at me. He probably only remembers my name because my parents got arrested and not because he remembers the scrawny ninth grader he used to call 'chicken legs.' "You sure grew up." His eyes move all over me and I have to fight not to fidget.

"Thanks," I respond, because I don't know what else to say to his comment. It's not like I can return it because there's nothing nice to be said about Lance. "Cara's asleep," I tell him, hoping he'll leave and come back ...