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she’s never home long enough.
    Sebastian climbs in
and starts the car.   As he revs the
engine, he states, “Nobody touches my baby.   Besides, you don’t even have your license.”
    As he starts out of
the parking lot, I say, “I was kind of hoping you’d teach me.”
    This seems to shock
Sebastian for some reason.   “Is
that why you don’t have your license yet?   No one ever taught you?”   He
throws his head back and laughs.
    In between gasping
for breath, he says, “I thought it was because you wanted to demonstrate some
kind of rebellion against social conformity or something, not that you didn’t
know how.”   He continues to laugh.
    “I don’t know why
you find this so funny,” I say, keeping my eyes fixed ahead.
    Sebastian wipes his
eyes with the back of his hand.   The guy is actually crying from laughing so hard.   At me.   Jerk.  
    “I’m sorry.   It’s just that you’re turning seventeen
- when?   November?”   I nod, and he continues.   “Dude, you’ve been sixteen for almost a
year now.   I moved here in
June.   Why the hell did you wait so
long to ask me?”
    “I don’t know!   And why do you find this so funny?   Just forget I said anything.”   I pull my phone from my pocket, slip the
earbuds into my ears, and turn up the volume.  
    From the corner of
my eye, I see Sebastian blabbing something at me.   I don’t give a shit.   I don’t even look at him.   He leaves me alone until we get home.  
    I still don’t know
why it amuses him so much that I never learned to drive.   Half my friends don’t drive yet.   What the hell is the big deal?
    When we pull up to
the driveway, I get out of the car and hurry into the house and up the stairs
to our room.   Our room.   It used to
be my room.   I close the door and hope Sebastian gets the hint that I
want to be alone.
    Two hours later, he
knocks on the door and pushes it open.   I’m sitting on my bed with my sketchpad in my lap and my earphones
blasting.   I glance up at him, and
he gives me an apologetic smile.   It looks like he has something to say, so I pull my earphones out of my
ears and wait.
    “I’m sorry I
laughed at you earlier.   Are we
cool?”   He cocks his head to the
side and holds his fist out to me.
    Reluctantly, I
punch his fist with mine.   “Yeah,
we’re cool.”
    “Good.   I’m going to the game.   Are you sure you don’t want to
come?”   He turns toward the closet
and pulls out a blue t-shirt.   Half
of his wardrobe is blue.
    “Yeah, dude.   I’m sure.”
    He’s spiking up his
black hair effortlessly and looking at me through the closet mirror.   “You still wanna go to Jeff’s
party?   I can pick you up before I
head over there.”
    I have no idea why
I agreed to go to this party, but I feel like I should be there.   Hopefully, Sebastian doesn’t ditch me
the second we walk through the door.   “Yeah, pick me up after the game.”
    Sebastian smiles
proudly.   “Cool.   I’m glad you’re coming.”   He turns from the mirror to look at
me.   “I’ll see you in a few hours.”   His smile is too perfect, resting on
his perfectly thick jawline.   He
drives me crazy.
    I nod and slip in
my earbuds as he’s closing the door.   Sebastian’s cologne fills the room, making me wish again for my own
space so I can draw in peace.   I
stare down at the sketch in my lap to see a woman’s face partially covered with
her long hair.   She’s looking off
to her left and wearing an amused expression.
    After another hour
of drawing and listening to music, I walk downstairs for something to eat.   Just as I’m warming up my Hot Pocket,
my mom comes through the door.
    “Nicolás!   Hola, mijo.   Que pasa?   Did
you have a good day?”   Her arms are
filled with grocery bags, and I rush to meet her at the door to relieve her of
them.   She gives me an appreciative
smile.   “Gracias, mijo.”
    I set the bags on
the counter and start putting items in