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she’s got long, streaked blond hair, a big smile, and even
    bigger chichis that actually rival Brittany’s. Not that I’m lookin’ at my
    brother’s girlfriend, but they’re kinda hard to miss. Madison leans
    across the table. “I hear you’re the new guy,” she says. “I’m Madison.
    And you are . . .”
    “Carlos,” Ram blurts out before I can say anythin’.
    “I’m sure he can introduce himself, Ram,” she hisses, then tucks
    her hair behind her ear, showing off diamond earrings that might
    actually blind someone if the sun hit ’em at the right angle. She leans
    toward me and bites her bottom lip. “You’re the new guy from Meh-
    hee-co?”
    It’s always irritating when the white kids try to sound like they’re
    Mexican. I wonder what else she’s heard about me. “Sí,” I say.
    She flashes me a sexy smile and leans closer. “Estás muy caliente.”
    I think she just called me hot. That’s not the way we say it in Meh-hee-
    co, but I get the idea. “I could use a good Spanish tutor. My last one
    turned out to be a total loser.”
    Ram clears his throat. “¡Qué tipa! If you haven’t guessed, I was her
    last tutor.”
    I’m still watching Madison. She’s definitely got it goin’ on, and
    obviously has no problem flaunting her assets. While honey-skinned,
    exotic Mexican chicas are my usual type, I suspect no guy can resist
    Madison. And she knows it.
    When a girl calls her over to the next table, I turn to Ram. “Did’ja
    tutor her, or date her?” I ask him.
    “Both. Sometimes simultaneously. We broke up a month ago. Take
    my advice and stay away. She bites.”
    “Literally?” I ask, grinning.
    “Honestly, you don’t want to get close enough to her to find out the
    answer to that question. Just know that toward the end of our
    relationship, I became the student and she became the tutor. And I’m
    not talkin’ ’bout Spanish.”
    “Está sabrosa. I’ll take my chances.”
    “Then go for it, man,” Ram says with a shrug, just as Heavy Shevy
    gets up and starts to teach. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    I don’t plan on bein’ anyone’s boyfriend, but I wouldn’t mind bringin’
    a couple of girls from Flatiron High back to Alex’s place just to prove
    I’m the complete opposite of him. I glance back at Madison and she
    smiles like there’s a promise of something more. Yeah, she’d definitely
    be perfect to bring home to Alex. She’s like Brittany, but without the
    halo over her head.
    After suffering through my morning classes, I’m definitely ready
    for lunch. When the bell rings, I’m glad Kiara’s not outside waiting for
    me like she said she would. I head to my locker to get the lunch I
    packed from Alex’s fridge.
    Maybe my peer guide quit. That’s cool with me, except it takes me
    ten minutes to find the cafeteria. When I walk into the lunchroom, I’m
    ready to sit by myself at one of the round tables until I see Ram
    waving me over.
    “Thanks for ditching me,” a voice says from behind me.
    I glance back at my peer guide. “I thought you quit.”
    She shakes her head as if that’s the most ridiculous thing she’s
    ever heard. “Of course I didn’t quit. I just couldn’t get out of class
    early.”
    “That’s too bad,” I say, pretending to be sympathetic. “I would have
    waited if I knew . . .”
    “Yeah, right.” She nods at Ram’s table. “Go sit with Ram. I saw him
    waving you over.”
    I give her a shocked look. “Are you actually givin’ me permission to
    sit with him?”
    “You can sit with me,” she says, as if that’s an option I’d jump at.
    “No, thanks.”
    “That’s what I thought.”
    While Kiara stands in the hot-lunch line, I walk over to Ram’s table.
    I straddle the back of a chair as Ram introduces me to his friends, all
    white dudes that look like clones of one another. They’re talking about
    girls and sports and their fantasy football teams. I doubt any of them
    would survive one day at the sugar