Jamar dabbed the ice pack gently against his swollen jaw, wincing slightly as he tried to minimize any visible signs of the fight. The party continued to buzz around him, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying the events with Harry. He knew he needed to get home soon, but he wanted to ensure he wouldn't raise any alarms with his parents about the altercation.
As he turned to leave, Jamar noticed Harry limping and clutching his thigh as he hobbled toward his truck. Confusion flickered across Jamar's face. *I know I didn't do that,* he thought. Watching Harry struggle to get into his vehicle, Jamar's eyes followed the path from which Harry had come.
