"The Perdue chicken was tucked between Zayne and Stacey. The former was shooting daggers at the back of Roth's head anytime I glanced back at him. Roth was on his third round of humming "Paradise City," appearing oblivious to the death glare directed at him. I was trying to pretend like everything was dandy and totally not about seven levels of awkward, and Stacey looked like she needed a bucket of popcorn."