It’s like a reflex. After all, I’ve always hated Bo and he’s always hated me. We’ve managed to stay out of each other’s way until now, but him hooking up with Julia is enough to break that streak. When I hit him, he falls back and knocks over a table of food. A bunch of shit goes flying -- sausages, hotdogs, hamburgers, buns, everything. Emily screams. Davis screams. Julia rolls her eyes. I stand there looking at Bo on the ground a few feet away. He’s blinking fast, and his eyes look a little foggy. One of his elbows is planted into a big clump of raw ground beef, and something about that makes me start to laugh. But Bo recovers his senses quickly, and when he does, he jumps to his feet, lunging at me. Next thing I know, we’re both on the ground and Bo is punching me and I’m scrambling to try and stand up. Bo’s got me pinned down – he’s been all state wrestling a few years in a row, but whatever. Wrestling’s for jerk offs who are too soft to play a real sport like football.
