Without hesitation, Jake and I ran toward the scene of the fight, dropping our bags on the ground. Courtney, apparently surprised by our sudden movement, ran after us, shouting, “Wait, he’s your cousin? I didn’t know you had a cousin!”
“Well, we do,” I shouted over my shoulder at Courtney, “but I’ll explain later. As I said, we have to stop him before he gets himself in trouble.”
A questioning look appeared on Courtney’s face when I said that, but fortunately she didn’t ask me or Jake any more questions about our cousin. That was good because frankly, there really wasn’t any way I could describe our cousin without making him seem like an i***t, a psycho, or both.
Reaching the crowd, Jake and I muscled our way past the watching students—who seemed to be mostly first-years and second-yea
