As soon as Adam dropped Susan off at her dorm, she marched inside and up to the fifth floor to Martina's room. As soon as Martina let her in, she asked, "Did I go to a party on last night?"

"I don't know, hun. I went home last night, remember? Why?"

Susan proceeded to recount her conversation with Adam to Martina, who sat on her futon with a look of disbelief. "Girl, you were that wasted? I can't believe it. You need to be careful. I can't believe you walked home by yourself! What if something had happened to you?"

"I don't know! I mean, I was upset about the competition score, but I didn't think I would drink myself into oblivion. I feel like my brother knew more about that night than he was letting on." Susan paused as she sat down at Martina's computer. "Do you mind if I sign on to messenger?"

Martina nodded. "What about Trevor though? I thought you said he was okay with ending whatever you two had going on. Why would he say shit about you, especially in front of your brother and his friends?"

"No idea. I don't think he would say anything just to try to get Adam off the team; that would be way too risky. What if Trevor had been the one who got caught?" Susan pondered this while scanning through her buddy list. All of a sudden a box popped up. "Oh crap. Sam's sick." Susan got up from the computer. "Well, I've got to get to practice, even if it's just going to be me. I'll talk to you later Martina."

"Bye Susan. Don't hurt yourself at practice."

Susan jogged across campus to the rink, trying to get there as quickly as possible, since she only had a small amount of time to practice before the hockey team came in to warm up. She went over her spins, twists, and jumps, trying to land everything perfectly the first time. After awhile, she realized she couldn't get everything accomplished she wanted to without Sam there, so she started skating around for fun, doing flashy dance moves.

Suddenly she slammed into someone. It was Trevor. He put his hand on her back, held her hand, and started partner skating with her. Susan pushed him away. "What are you doing?"

"Come on, Susan. Why are you being so hostile?"

Continuing to skate, she replied, "Why am I being so hostile? Hmm, let me think. Maybe because you were talking about me behind my back and you weren't saying anything nice. Maybe because you just interrupted my practice time. Maybe because you got my brother suspended. Or maybe because you should've been the one to get suspended."

Trevor held up his hands. "No need to be so harsh."

"Which brings something up. I broke things off between the two of us. You told me 'everything was cool.' If everything's not cool, tell me. Don't tell my brother or anyone on the team. If you've got a problem with me, talk to me."

Shrugging, Trevor said, "I'll tell you what's on my mind. I doubt you'll react the way your brother did, so I don't have to worry. How is your brother, by the way?" He laughed. "It's too bad he can't play today."

Susan glared at him and then charged. Before Trevor knew what was coming, Susan had shoved him and he landed hard on his back. She skated around him and headed over to the wall. She got an extra shove from Trevor, who had gotten up, skated after her, and pushed her up against the wall. He held her there. "Don't ever do that again, you understand? Never push me."

"Learn to respect me and maybe I will," she said into the Plexiglas. "Besides, you asked for it, saying I wouldn't react like my brother."

As soon as she said that, Susan knew she'd gone too far. Trevor slammed his fist into the glass right next to her head. When he brought it back, she winced and moved her head, figuring the next one would hit her. She instead felt hands on her arms.

Turning her head, Susan saw that Gabe was holding her. "He didn't hit you, did he?"

"No." She turned completely around to see half the team forming a line in front on her, and the other half circling around Trevor, pushing him over to the coach, who stood behind the glass with his hands on his hips. For once in her life, Susan was glad that her brother's friends treated her like their little sister. She wondered how long it would take before Adam found out about this.

The next night, she got a call from her brother.

"Hey! Whatcha doing?"


"Studying! It's Thursday night; no need to study. Jeez, my sister is becoming studious."

Susan rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up." Adam had found out about Trevor ten minutes after it had happened and he had called Susan to make sure she was okay. She hoped he didn't want to bring it up again.

"Do you want to come over and hang out for awhile at my dorm? You could crash on the couch, if you want. I wanna catch up on some things with you."

Sighing, Susan said, "Look, if this is about Trevor, I really. . . "

"It's not. Not at all. Trust me."

Susan closed her notebook. "Okay, I'll be over in a few minutes."

She arrived at his dorm ten minutes later, with her pajamas in a bag, ready to take Adam up on his offer. She made her way up the two flights of stairs and knocked on his door.

Gabe opened it. "Hey! Look who decided to show up!"

He let Susan in and she saw the hockey team and their girlfriends sitting all over the room.

"I didn't know you were having a party, Adam."

He shrugged and smiled. "Forgot to tell you, I guess."

She tossed her bag in Adam's room and went back into the common room. Dana put his cup on the floor and motioned to her. "Over here," he nodded to the empty space next to him. She fell onto the couch and joined in on the conversation. Dana got her a drink and whispered, "If you don't want to sit here, feel free to move."

Susan looked around the room and then back to Dana. "Nah, I like it here."

He smiled and kissed her. Susan couldn't believe Dana was kissing her in front of her brother, but Adam didn't say anything, so Susan went with it.

Around one-thirty in the morning, after everyone had left and Susan was getting ready to fall asleep on the couch, Adam came in. "Hey, Susan. If you and Dana want to hook up or something, I'm fine with it."

Susan looked up at him and smiled. "You know, for a brother, you're not bad at all."