Jason’s POV
“How did that even happen?” she asked.
I smiled. “It was our first year in college. Hunter and I were still figuring out the whole frat scene, trying to fit in, you know? So, one night, we decided to check out a party at one of the bigger frat houses. It was packed, loud music, drinks everywhere, the whole thing.”
“Okay…” she said, tilting her head, waiting for the point.
I held up a hand. “Hang on, I’m getting there. So, we walk in, and right in the middle of the living room, there’s this full-on brawl happening. Two guys; best friends, apparently, and they were going at it like it was a boxing match. Both of them were bloodied, shirts ripped, the whole nine yards. People were either trying to break it up or just standing around watching.”
Cara’s eyes widened slightly.
