Chapter 127

“Can’t you just face the facts, Josey?” Dietrich is saying, his voice traveling the length of the hall to reach Dante. “You’re a fag hag. Tell me, do you think about them getting it on when you rub one out?”

Suddenly there’s a sound like the smack of skin on skin, and the skaters gathered gasp as one. Dante whirls around, so sure that Dietrich’s gone too far this time, he hit Josey or something worse—

But Dietrich’s rocked back on his heels, held up by two guys behind him, a dazed expression on his face. He holds his hand against his nose and as Dante watches, he pulls away fingers wet with blood. “Oh shit,” Ryan murmurs. Dante turns the chair slightly, just enough so his boyfriend can see what’s happening, too. “She didn’t—”

No, Joseydidn’t, Becca did—the older girl stands over Dietrich, her face flushed with anger, her hands balled into fists at her sides. “You fucking bitch,” Dietrich spits, his teeth flecked with more blood.