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mill back in Mexico. Some of my
    friends made less than fifteen dollars a day. These guys’ watches
    probably cost more than some of my friends’ yearly salaries.
    Madison appears at our table when Ram goes back to the cafeteria
    line. “Hey, guys,” she says.
    “My parents are going out of town this weekend. I’m having a party
    on Friday night if y’all want to come. Just don’t tell Ram about it.”
    Madison reaches into her purse and pulls out a tube of lip gloss.
    She dips the wand in a bunch of times, then puckers up and places it on
    her lips. Just when I think she’s done, her lips form a perfect O and
    she swirls the wand around and around. I check to see if anyone else is
    following the erotic lip-gloss show. Sure enough, two of Ram’s friends
    have stopped talking and are totally focused on Madison and her special
    talent. Ram comes back and is totally focused on eating his slice of
    pepperoni pizza.
    The smack of Madison’s lips brings my attention back to her.
    “Carlos, let me write down my info for you,” she says, then pulls out a
    pen and grabs my arm. She starts writing her phone number and
    address on my forearm above my tats as if she’s an artist. When she’s
    done, she waves by wiggling her fingers, then walks away to sit with her
    friends. I take a bite of my sandwich and scan the cafeteria, searching
    for Kiara, the anti-Madison. She’s sitting with a guy with shaggy blond
    hair that falls in his face. The dude is about my height, my build. Is he
    her boyfriend? If he is, I feel sorry for him. Kiara is the kind of girl
    who would expect her boyfriend to be submissive and kiss her ass. My
    body and mind aren’t wired to be submissive, and you’ll find me dead
    before you find me kissin’ anyone’s ass.
    Four : Kiara
    “So how was being a peer guide?” my mom asks me at the dinner
    table. “I know you were looking forward to it this morning.”
    “Not the best,” I answer as I hand my little brother a third napkin
    because he’s got spaghetti sauce all over his face.
    I think back to the end of eighth period, when I showed up to
    Carlos’s class only to find he’d already left for the day. “Carlos ditched
    me twice.”
    Dad, a psychologist who thinks people are specimens to be analyzed,
    furrows his brows as he scoops up a second helping of green beans.
    “Ditch you? Why would he do that?”
    Um . . . “Because he thinks he’s too cool to be escorted around
    school.”
    My mom pats my hand. “Ditching your peer guide is not cool at all,
    but be patient with him. He’s been displaced. It’s not easy.”
    “Your mom’s right. Don’t be too judgmental, Kiara,” my dad says.
    “He’s probably just trying to find out where he fits in. Alex stopped in
    my office after class and we had a long talk. Poor kid. He’s just twenty
    himself, and now he’s responsible for a seventeen-year-old.”
    “Why don’t you invite Carlos over tomorrow after school?” Mom
    suggests.
    Dad points his fork at her. “That’s a great idea.”
    I’m sure the last thing Carlos wants to do is come to my house. He’s
    made it perfectly clear he’s just tolerating me this week because he
    has to. Once my peer guide job is done on Friday, he’s probably going to
    have a party to celebrate. “I don’t know.”
    “Do it,” Mom says, ignoring my hesitation. “I’ll make cookies from
    this new orangemarmalade recipe Joanie gave me.”
    I’m not sure Carlos will appreciate orange-marmalade cookies, but .
    . . “I’ll ask him. But don’t be surprised if he says no.”
    “Don’t be surprised if he says yes,” Dad says, always the optimist.
    The next morning, as I’m escorting Carlos to class between third
    and fourth period, I finally gather up enough nerve to ask, “Do you
    want to come over after school?”
    His eyebrows go up. “You askin’ me out?”
    I grit my teeth. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
    “Good, ’cause you’re not my type. I like my women sexy and