(Lucas’ POV)
It’s been three days since that night. My broken nose still hurts like a modo but my black eyes and busted up lip are healing pretty well. So are Emmitt’s. He also broke a finger. Both our hands are all cut up and bruised, too. My mother said we were lucky the damage wasn’t worse with the way we were goin’ at each other. And she’s probably right.
Emmitt’s done nothing but mope around these past three days. Not that I’ve been any better. Though Tracey won’t talk to him any more than she’ll talk to me. God knows, I tried. But she won’t even open the door to either of us.
I only know this because Sally told Cody, who told me. But apparently, Tracey told Rosey she was too angry to see him just yet and, according to my mother, she wants nothing more to do with me whatsoever. S
