Down in the hotel restaurant, none of the
skaters look at them. Dante feels like an outsider, just him and
Ryan against the others, and he knows people are watching them, he
can almost hear the whispers behind his back. Coming down here
wasn’t a good idea, no matter what Ryan says. Thank God tomorrow’s
Saturday, and then they’ll head home and he won’t have to deal with
this sudden notoriety any longer. No, he tells himself as he
fills two plates from the buffet, then you’ll have to deal with
Bobby, and if you don’t win tomorrow you’ll have to deal with Mr.
Vasquez, and Dietrich will still be around. Nothing’s going to be
any easier just because you’re not here.
True, but he’s not worried about Bobby—once
he hears what Ryan did to Dietrich, he won’t touch Dante again. And
he’ll
