The following day, Michael had a game in the evening so he and Sydney spent the morning together. When they were coming out of the dining hall after lunch, they ran into some of Michael’s teammates, including Eric, and stopped to talk. As they were standing there, Sydney caught sight of Tatiana approaching and tried to hide herself from view, but it didn’t work and Tatiana saw her. She walked straight up to Sydney and spat in her face. Everyone stopped talking immediately and just stared at her. Sydney was too stunned to even move or speak.
“Filthy American.” Tatiana spat once more, this time at Sydney’s feet.
Michael subtly snaked an arm around Sydney’s waist, fearing that she would lash out, since he was barely holding himself back from attacking her and the blonde, smirking boy Tatiana was with.
“Why don’t you keep moving blondie,” Eric said loudly. “Unless you want another stick up your ass,” he told her while holding up his hockey stick menacingly. Tatiana gave a proud little sniff before walking off with her male companion.
“Horrible...,” Michael hissed under his breath.
“Ugh.” Sydney groaned as she wiped Tatiana’s spit off her cheek with her sleeve. “I need to go shower now; I’m unclean.”
“Come on,” Michael sighed. “See you guys later,” he said to his teammates before walking with Sydney towards her own dorm. Sydney was still scrubbing her face with her sleeve as they walked.