Chapter 38

As he skates to the player box, he hears Wil Dietrich’s voice behind him, over the rush of skaters passing by. It’s a laugh, painful to hear, and then the word faggotspat like a challenge begging to be answered. Faggot.Dante’s jaw bunches in anger and he jams the covers on his skates so hard, he slices the thin plastic easily.

But he’s not going to rise to the bait. He’s better than that—no use fighting with someone like Dietrich, who’s just looking for an excuse to get Dante suspended from the club, and there’s no quicker way to do it than to get in a fight on the ice. They’re speedskaters, not hockey players. A fight and he’ll be barred from racing tomorrow. Then Dietrich takes his place at State and there go his dreams. No, he’s not going to fall for it.