When he was out of eyeshot, I relaxed and turned to Colin. “You alright?” I asked him.
“You’re an idiot.”
Not quite the answer I’d been expecting after saving his bacon, and I stared at him, blinking, I was so taken aback.
Another thing I remember clearly about that night: the way his eyes glittered in the moonlight as he snarled, “You shouldn’t have interfered.”
I took a step back, but just like with Mike, I stood my ground. “I was only trying to help.”
“What makes you think I needed some i***t girl’s help?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered. “I guess you being maybe a buck forty soaking wet up against a state champion football player made me think that?”
“I weigh a lot more than that,” Colin shot back as he went to pick his Urkel glasses up out of the grass. They were, like the
