It took a lot of self-control, but I turned to look at my opened English literature textbook as a way of dismissing him.
"Oh, great. Thank you, thank you. Now that we're past that, can I ask you if you are free this Friday night?"
"What?"
"Friday night. A few of us are going over to party at Gavin Murphy's house in Malibu. You know the Murphy family, right? Very respectable. His father's an important movie producer who did the film Deadly Verdict."
"I don't know him," I said. "And I never saw the movie."
"No problem. Their house is right on the beach. We'll have a campfire, good stuff, and lots of music, plenty to eat. The weather promises to be terrific, and there's no better view of the stars."
"I…"
