"Sofia?"
Still in the library, I looked up to find one of the people I least expected to find there – the football team's linebacker, Connor James. The first thing I immediately took notice of in the tall, dark senior was the fresh new shiner on his right cheek.
"Hey…" I muttered, not quite sure what to make of him approaching me. "What happened to you?"
I pointed to his assaulted cheek with my pen. I was absent-mindedly fiddling with it while I read the same paragraph in my book for the fifteenth time.
"This? It's nothing." He looked almost timid, a reaction I found strange. He was usually one of the loudest, most outgoing guys in our class.
Is he blushing? I was beginning to find the encounter uncomfortable. Connor had barely spoken a word to me before. "Aren't you supposed to be at football practice with Ben? Did something happen?"
