His eyes popped open, and he grinned when he saw me. “Hey man! What’re you doing here? Did you and Cassie make up?” he asked, sitting up. It was then that I noticed the bruising under his right eye. “What happened?” I asked instead of answering his question. The smile slipped from his face as he reached up, touched his eye and winced. “Oh, this. Yeah, I sort of got into an altercation with Brock Thomas’s fist,” he said shrugging. “Just like old times.” “Why did he hit you?” I asked, the protective part of me having the sudden urge to storm over to Brock’s house and sucker-punch him in the nose for doing that to my best friend. Scott shrugged. “Some things never change, and apparently he wasn’t thrilled that I was at Nicole’s party with Marley. I guess he wanted to hook up with her or something. I don’t know. I think they have history. Something about her visiting Cassie a few years ago and hooking up with him while she was here.
