her sides.
I'm doing my best not to focus on those chichis as I take a step
forward. "Did you report me to Aguirre?"
She takes a step back. "What if I did?"
"Mujer, you're afraid of me." It's not a question. I just want to
hear from her own lips what her reason is.
"Most people at this school are scared that if they look at you
wrong, you'll gun them down."
"Then my gun should be smokin' by now, shouldn't it? Why aren't
you runnin' away from the badass Mexicano, huh?"
"Give me half a chance, I will."
I've had enough of dancing around this little bitch. It's time to
fluff up those feathers to make sure I end up with the upper hand. I
close the distance between us and whisper in her ear, "Face the facts.
Your life is too perfect. You probably lie awake at night, fantasizing
about spicin' up all that lily whiteness you live in." But damn it, I get a
whiff of vanilla from her perfume or lotion. It reminds me of cookies. I
love cookies, so this is not good at all. "Gettin' near the fire, chica,
doesn't necessarily mean you'll get burned."
"You touch her and you'll regret it, Fuentes," Colin's voice rings
out. He resembles a burro, with his big white teeth and ears sticking
out from his buzz cut. "Get the hell away from her."
"Colin," Brittany says. "It's okay. I can handle this."
Burro Face brought reinforcements: three other pasty white
dudes, standing behind him for backup. I size up Burro Face and his
friends to see if I can take them all on, and decide I could give all four
a run for their money. "When you're strong enough to play in the big
leagues, jock boy, then I'll listen to the mierda flyin' out of your
mouth," I say.
Other students are gathering around us, leaving room for a fight
that is sure to be fast, furious, and bloody.
Little do they know Burro Face is a runner. This time he's got
backup, though, so maybe he'll stay to duke it out. I'm always prepared
for a fight, been in more of 'em than I can count on my fingers and
toes. I've got the scars to prove it.
"Colin, he's not worth it," Brittany says.
Thanks, mamacita. Right back at ya.
"You threatening me, Fuentes?" Colin barks, ignoring his girlfriend.
"No, asshole," I say, staring him down. "Little dicks like you make
threats."
Brittany parks her body in front of Colin and puts her hand on his
chest. "Don't listen to him," she says.
"I'm not afraid of you. My dad's a lawyer," Colin brags, then puts
his arm around Brittany. "She's mine. Don't ever forget that."
"Then keep a leash on her," I advise. "Or she might be tempted to
find a new owner."
My friend Paco comes up beside me. "Andas bien, Alex?"
"Yeah, Paco," I tell him, then watch as two teachers walk down the
hall escorted by a guy in a police uniform. This is what Adams wants,
perfectly planned to get my ass kicked out of school. I'm not falling
into his trap only to end up on Aguirre's hit list. "Si, everything's bien."
I turn to Brittany. "Catch ya later, mamacita. I'm looking forward to
researching our chemistry."
Before I leave and save myself from suspension on top of my
detention, Brittany sticks that perky nose of hers in the air as if I'm
the scum of the earth.
SEVEN : Brittany
After school I'm at my locker when my friends Morgan, Madison,
and Megan come up to me. Sierra calls them the Fairfield M-factor.
Morgan hugs me. "Oh my God, are you okay?" she asks, pulling away
and examining me.
"I heard Colin protected you. He's amazing. You're so lucky, Brit,"
Madison says, her signature curls bouncing with each word.
"It wasn't a big deal," I say, wondering what the rumor is in
contrast to what really happened.
"What exactly did Alex say?" Megan asks. "Caitlin took a picture on
her cell of Alex and Colin in the hallway, but I couldn't make out what
was going on."
"You guys better not be late for practice," Darlene yells from the
end of the hallway. Just as quickly as Darlene appeared, she's gone.
Megan opens her locker, which is next to