The next morning, after sleeping under the pier, Lars woke up and look around. It was quite chilly in the morning but he didn't care. He checked his phone and saw it was 8:15. He had 26 missed calls; they were from his parents, Twister and Pi. Lars called up Twister, who picked up at the second ring.

"Dude, where are you?" Twister asked.

"I spent the night at Pi's." Lars lied.

"Funny because mom and dad called Pi and he said you weren't there." Twister said.

Crap! He was caught in a lie.

"Where are you?" Twister asked.

"I...I went out, okay?" Lars was getting annoyed.

"Well mom and dad are pissed. They want you home to get ready for the game and after the game, you're grounded." Twister informed his brother.

"I don't care. Let them punish me." Lars replied.

Twister started to get concerned again.

"Are you okay?" Twister asked.

"Man, why do you people keep asking me if I'm okay? Yes! I'm fine!" Lars snapped.

"Okay! Relax!" Twister snapped back. "By the way, Tio Ramon is here. He wants to speak to you."

Lars got a pit in his stomach as he heard Ramon's voice.

"Buenos dias, Lars. Where are you?" Ramon casually asked.

"Go to hell." Lars replied and hung up.

After hanging up on his uncle, Pi called. Lars picked up and said, "What?"

"Dude, where are you?" Pi asked. "You missed a real great party."

"Sorry...I went riding after I left." Lars replied.

"Your parents called last night. They are pissed." Pi informed him.

"Nice to know." Lars rolled his eyes.

"Dude, that girl Tiffany said you freaked out and told me what she asked you. Is it true?" Pi asked.

"Uh...I will see you at the game. Bye." Lars hung up on Pi and rubbed his eyes.

It was late morning when he four friends were practicing a few moves for the exhibition game. Ramon was supervising them. He noticed Otto's face all bruised up.

"What happened to you, Otto?" Ramon asked.

"What happened was your nephew." Otto said rubbing his face.

"That looks bad." Ramon said taking a closer look at the bruise. "Let me have a closer look."

Ramon was brushing his finger along Otto's jaw. Reggie and Sam,who were observing this, found it weird. Sam then said, "Otto, can you come over here and help me with something."

"Sure." Otto said and skated off to see what Sam wanted.

Ramon then said to Twister, "I'm going to go but I will see you at the game, okay, papa?"

"You got it, Tio." Twister replied.

Once Ramon left, Reggie turned to Twister and said, "Why was your uncle so concerned about Otto's injury that he had to touch his face?"

"I don't know. He was just curious to know what happened." Twister said.

"Just by the way he was touching Otto's face...I don't know...it looked weird." Reggie said.

"Reg, Ramon is a good guy! Please don't bust on him because Lars is doing that and I don't need that."

"I'm not. I just think the way he was touching Otto's face looked weird." Reggie said.

Otto came back and said, "Where did Ramon go?"

"He had to go." Twister said. "Hey, wanna grab some grub before we have to play?"

"Count me in." Otto said. "I will see you two later."

Otto and Twister took off to grab food leaving Sam and Reggie behind. Sam came over to Reggie and said, "Did you see how Ramon was touching Otto's face? Looked weird."

"That's what I told Twister." Reggie said. "I mean, it's one thing to be curious as to why Otto got hurt but touching his face looked strange."

"I think I came to a realization as to why Lars acted out yesterday and tore up your article...and him acting weird like Twister mentioned." Sam said.

"What realization is that?" Reggie asked.

"Well...do you think Ramon may've molested Lars when he was little and Twister is oblivious about it?" Sam asked.

Instead of going home to get his gear and to get ready for the exhibition game, Lars sat at the Shore Shack. Thank God Ray wasn't there because he didn't feeling like facing him after the scene he caused yesterday. Instead, Tito was there. He served Lars his fries and chocolate shake, which were untouched. Tito noticed Lars and said, "You okay, brotha?"

Lars looked up at him and didn't reply.

"Don't you have a game in an hour?" Tito asked.

Pi, Sputz and Animal walked into the shack and saw Lars sitting there.

"Dude, what are you doing here?" Animal asked.

"Eating?" Lars answered dryly.

"We have a game in an hour! Go and get your gear!" Pi said.

"Sorry guys, you are going to have to go at it without me." Lars said.

"What does that mean?" Pi said.

"It means I'm not playing." Lars replied.

"You can't be serious!" Animal said.

"What are we suppose to do?" Pi added.

"Figure it out. I'm not playing." Lars replied.

Pi shook his head in annoyance. Lars watched his friends exit the shack and looked down at his food. Tito walked over to Lars and tried to talk to him again.

"You have a lot going on. I can tell." Tito said.

Lars shrugged and dipped his fry into ketchup. Tito sighed and said, "I can tell something is wrong with you."

"How?" Lars asked indifferently.

"I can just tell. But I can also tell you don't want to talk about it. Whatever it is, you have two choices; you can either run away from it or face it. And if I were you, brotha, I'd face it."

Tito walked away to greet customers leaving Lars to sit there with his head in his hands.

"Oh God..." Lars whispered to himself.