“This is definitely not what I had in mind,”
“But you dressed so perfectly for it,” he motions to my flared pink dress and sneakers.
“How is this perfect?” I ask.
“Let's get some skates,” he says, ignoring my question.
A roller skating rink? Seriously? I can't even walk without wheels stuck to my feet. It was a miracle that Madam Simon could teach me to dance, and that took years. I can't do this!
Dan walks up to the man behind the counter, and I have to do a double-take when I see his face. Crap! It's my dealer. I have never seen him around town before, aside from the street corner he hangs out at. He looks from Dan to me and zeros in on my face before I can turn away. "Well, hey, there short stuff. Don't think I've seen you around these parts before. "
"Hey, Zack, it's been a whi
