Cassie
By Monday morning, I had heard three different versions of what happened at Ollie’s parents’ house, and somehow one of them included Brett punching somebody.
He hadn’t.
I knew that because Ollie dropped into the chair across from me in the student center, stole half my muffin without asking, and immediately announced, “Matthews prevented a homicide this weekend.”
I pulled my muffin away. “Whose?”
“Potentially Tyler’s. Possibly mine. Hard to say.”
“Who is Tyler?”
“My former teammate, former friend, and current pain in my ass.”
“That explained nothing.”
“It explained plenty.”
He reached for my muffin again.
I slapped his hand.
“Buy your own.”
“I’ve had a difficult weekend.”
“So have I. I have a finance exam.”
“Wow. You’re right. Yours is worse.”
I smiled despite myself
