Chapter Nine
“GO CANADA!” Demi screams, standing up in her seat, her fist raised.
“You do know they're our competitors, right?” I lean back into my nosebleed seat. This is what happens when you decide an hour before the puck drops to come see the gold medal hockey game.
She looks over her shoulder. “We don't play hockey.”
“Yeah, well I got a Canadian riding my ass this Classics.”
She plops back down after Sweden slaps the puck the away from their goal line. “They're North America, right?”
I shrug. She's got a point I suppose. And here I thought my only entertainment in coming here would be the fights and maybe ruining my diet with nachos.
“You have to cheer for someone otherwise it’s boring.” She pops a piece of popcorn in her mouth.
She surprised me. Her diet’s gone to hell since
