Hooked

“I better get to class,” I said, eager to be anywhere but trapped with Coach Lannon and more questions.

The coach sighed and followed me reluctantly to the door. He leaned against it. “One other thing, Oday,” he said in his coach voice as I stepped into the hallway.

I was still breathing heavily through my nostrils, anxious to sprint. I turned.

“I’m pairing you with Berenger at the tournament today.”

“Ryan?”

“Yeah.” He squinted at me like he was surprised that I wouldn’t know. “You two are our best players. You’re in the top spot, and he’s in the second.”

“Oh.” My voice squeaked. “Right.” More unexpected news.

“Anyway, don’t forget the bus leaves here at two sharp.”

I nodded and then finally turned and charged down the long hallway. When I got to the end, I nearly knocked over Ryan and his stocky blond friend, another white boy at Lone Butte High School with a permanent snarl that contradicted his angelic face.

1 A traditional Navajo house.

Chapter 12

Ryan

“IS IT JUST ME, OR IS that girl whacked?” Seth muttered after Fred passed between us in the hallway, forcing us to part abruptly. She barely glanced at us.

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