"Hey Se—" Tracker started. He looked up and saw his brother's bloody nose. "Did you get into another fight?"
"Sort of," Sean said, sitting down.
"With who this time?" he asked. "You got the crap knocked out of you." He grabbed an icepack and handed it to his brother.
"It was no one."
"Tell me. It had to have been a big guy to do something like that."
"Actually…it was Emma."
Tracker burst out laughing. "Emma? As in, Emma Nelson? Your ex-girlfriend?" he asked. Sean nodded. "Emma 'Save The World' Nelson? Oh, wow! What did you do?"
Sean told him the whole thing.
"Wait a minute, you and some other girl had sex on our couch?" he asked.
Sean nodded.
"That we sit on?"
Sean nodded again.
Tracker made a face. "We need a new couch."
"Tracker!"
"I'm being serious," Tracker said. "But what if she had gotten pregnant or something?"
"It wouldn't be the first time," Sean replied.
"I don't care," Tracker replied. "That's not the point, Sean."
"Just leave me alone," Sean said. He took the icepack and walked to his room. Frustrated, Tracker slammed his hand down on the table. Sometimes his brother could be a major pain!