Chapter 23

He manages to take another ten or twelve pictures before the rink starts to fill up, other members of the skate club trickling in, a few fans already picking seats close to the ice. Dante moves to the sidelines to let other skaters practice, and he’s not even sitting down before a couple of girls are already leaning against the player box, flirting with him. One Ryan recognizes from the day before, that pretty blonde with the braid down her back—she stands closest to Dante, batting her eyelashes and flipping her hair over one shoulder as her friends giggle into their hands. Jealousy stabs through him, a stupid emotion, he has no right to feel this way, but he can’t help it. He can hear Dante’s laughter from here when the girl says something witty and cute, and he jams the camera into his backpack, shoves the notebook in after it, turns his chair around and wheels outside.