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He resembles a burro, with his big white teeth and ears sticking out from his buzz cut. I can handle this. 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. 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. Thanks, mamacita. Right back at ya. This is what Adams wants, perfectly planned to get my ass kicked out of school. Sierra calls them the Fairfield M-factor. Morgan hugs me.

Megan opens her locker, which is next to mine, and pulls out her poms. I close my locker and we walk toward the practice field. Seriously, when is that girl not dating someone? When we reach the practice field, our entire squad is sitting on the grass waiting for Ms. Peterson would never allow it. She made that crystal clear. I never go slumming on the south side. Remember last year when Alyssa McDaniel dated that one guy. Darlene does a little shiver. The south side girls hated har for taking one of their guys and she stopped hanging with us.

The confused little couple was on an island all alone. Thank God Alyssa broke up with him. When Ms. Small tells us to stretch, Sierra nudges Darlene over so she can talk to me. I got called into Dr. Which was ridiculous because nothing happened. He thought I was too scared to tell him the truth. But I am now. Carmen Sanchez can kick my butt any day of the week. She probably practices with weapons, and the only weapon I know how to use is, well, my pom-poms. Call me crazy but somehow I doubt my poms will scare off a girl like Carmen.

Maybe in a word war I could make a good showing, but definitely not in a fistfight. Guys fight because of some primal, innate gene that makes them prove themselves physically. Maybe Carmen wants to prove something to me, but there is seriously no need. Most people think nothing bothers me. My best friend shakes her head. Now that statement worries me more than the idea of Carmen looking for me. Because I try really hard to keep everyone at a distance. She let me cry it out, even when I refused to give her details.

Small has us get in formation, then plays the custom music made for our squad by the music department while I count off. My body hums to the beat. Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb. Small, can we try starting in the broken T position instead of the T position like we previously practiced? Small smiles, obviously pleased with my suggestion. During the transition I want Morgan, Isabel, and Caitlin in the front row. Remember to keep your shoulders down.

Sierra, please make your wrists an extension of your arms instead of bending them. Small plays the music again. The beat, the lyrics, the instruments. As I dance in sync with the other girls, I forget about Carmen and Alex and my mom and everything else.

The song is over too quickly. I still want to move to the beat and the lyrics when Ms. Small turns off her CD player. The second time around is better, but our formation needs work and some of the new girls are having a hard time with the steps. Small instructs as she hands me the CD player. Isabel is in my group. She kneels down to take a drink from her water bottle. But she has kind eyes. She nods. I make a point of walking over to a sweating Isabel and telling her what a good job she did today on the routine.

A piece of paper is tucked under one of my windshield wipers. I pull it off. Crumpling it up, I shove it into my book bag. He said to wait for him. When Darlene gets to talking about penises and sex, stand back because she never stops. A perfect time to escape. I like being alone.

Nobody to put on an act for. I can even blast the music if I want. Enjoying the music is short-lived, though, when I feel my phone vibrate. I pull my cell out of my pocket. Two voice messages and one text message.

All from Colin. I call him on his cell. I told you I could handle it and you totally ignored me. And you caused a whole scene in the hallway. I just hate that guy. Her head is usually where her feet are, one leg is dangling off the bed. Did my mom check her credentials? My sister smiles wide when she sees me. You hungry for dinner? As I slip new leak-proof underwear on her and slide her legs into a fresh pair of sweats, Baghda watches from the sidelines.

I wheel Shelley into the kitchen. Our usually pristine kitchen is a disaster. I spoon soupy food into her mouth while I keep talking. Peterson, should be a boot camp instructor. I scanned the syllabus. Because every word that comes out of her mouth is a struggle. My sister shakes her head. My sister loves magazines. I hear the garage door open just as I pull out the notebook paper Mrs. My mom saunters into the kitchen with a Neiman Marcus bag on her arm.

Not that my sister cares. My dad walks through the door a minute later, grumbling about work. He owns a computer chip manufacturing company and has prepped us that this is a lean year, but my mom still goes out and buys stuff and my dad still bought me a BMW for my birthday.

He looks tired and worn, as usual. My mom glances at the microwave. My dad walks out of the kitchen. She seems thankful, if her small smile is any indication, for the help.

We work side-by-side in silence. I set the table while my mom brings the salad, scrambled eggs, and toast to the table. She mumbles complaints about not being appreciated, but I figure she wants me to listen and not say anything. Shelley is still busy looking at her magazines, oblivious to the tension between my parents. He plops himself down at his usual spot at the head of the table and spoons eggs onto his plate.

No thank you. I need to keep an eye on her. At nine Megan calls to complain about Darlene. I agree, although I think we already are. Peterson and help my mom put Shelley to bed. I need to hear it from Colin. I want to hear he loves me. I want to hear he missed me. Colin clears his throat. Colin and I have never had sex, period. Phone sex or real sex. Touch yourself, Brit. Take off your shirt and touch yourself. Not now, at least. You mad? Things that get your heart racing and your blood pumping, you know?

Pure adrenaline rush. Get it? He should have thought about that before he took the Big 8 and bounced without paying up. As if Hector would ever let that happen. As if I would ever let that happen. When Hector sends me to collect, I do it. I may not like doing it, but I do it. Nobody wants to face Chuy. Technically my hands are clean of drugs.

Okay, so drug money does touch my hands quite frequently, but I just hand it over to Hector. It makes me a pawn, I know. He likes coming with me.

I promise. I need collateral. I eye his car. Or shoot anyone. At the first glance of my Glock, Blake holds out his keys. Please, no. I toss the keys to him. I always come through. Most of the students at Fairfield eat outside until late October, when the Illinois winter forces us to sit in the cafeteria during lunch period. My friend Lucky, with his oversized red shirt and black jeans, slaps me on the back as he parks his butt next to me with a cafeteria tray balanced on his hand.

I swear Brittany Ellis hates you like the plague, man. That one incident cost me a shitload of money having to buy new books. Knowing her, she had it professionally dyes to match the exact shade of her sapphire eyes. Paco pointed it out yesterday night when we hung out. Come on, Alex.

Look at her. Long, shiny hair, aristocratic nose, slightly tanned arms with a hint of muscle in her biceps to make you wonder if she works out, full lips that when she smiles you think world peace is possible if everyone had her smile. I shove those thoughts from my mind. Call it my defense mechanism.

Call it cockiness. Julio is my most prized possession, an old Honda Nighthawk motorcycle. I rescued it from a dump and turned it into a sleek ride. Rebuilding the bike took me forever. Lucky is not backing down. Time to either back down myself or play the game. The most popular white chick at school would sure as hell learn a lot by hanging with me. Easy as a fight between Folks and Peoplerival gangs on a Saturday night.

You know, that give-and-take wordplay that heightens your awareness of the opposite sex. Might even be fun. I imagine the entire school witnessing the pristine white chick drooling over the Mexicano she vowed to hate.

I hold out my hand. I bet we could make muchos billetes on that thing. We can title it Brittany Goes South of the Border. Stupid, maybe. But not suicide. While the other guys drool over Leticia and talk to her friends, Paco and I are left alone by the tree. Paco nudges me. Nothing like a little foreplay in chemistry class to spark things up. I stare uncomfortably at the food I brought from home. Thanks to Paco everything looks like mierda now. He should seriously know better. As I have that though, I feel something drop on my pants.

Yes, a big blob of wet, gloppy stuff passing as taco mean lands right on the crotch of my faded jeans. I flick the mystery meat off my crotch. A big, greasy stain lingers.

I turn back to Paco. I wait at the tree while other kids throw away their lunches and head back inside. Before I know it, music starts playing through the loudspeakers and Paco is nowhere in sight. Gritting my teeth, I walk to chemistry with my books strategically placed in front of my crotch, with two minutes to spare.

I slide onto the stool and push it as close to the lab table as possible, hiding the stain. Brittany walks into the room, her sunshine hair falling down the front of her chest, ending in perfect little curls that bounce when she walks. Instead of that perfection turning me on, it makes me want to mess it all up.

I wink at her when she glances at me. She huffs and pulls her stool as far away from me as possible. Remembering Mrs. Then I turn to the pom-pom chick sitting next to me. No thanks, Alex.

You want to interview for the position? She curls her pink-frosted top lip and sneers at me. Tease her into wanting you. She turns away from me. Peterson calls the class to attention. Peterson says as she stands in front of our table and holds out the hat. The thought of Alex controlling the grade I receive in this class is overwhelming me. Grades to my parents are a reflection of your worth.

I reach into the hat and pull out a little white slip of paper. I open it slowly while I bite my lower lip in anticipation. Alex leans over and reads the paper with a confused look on his face. Peterson shoots Alex a warning glare. Now, either ask the question again without using foul language or join me after school. What exactly are hand warmers? We use them to warm our hands. Through the window, his friend is waving to him.

Alex grabs his books and stands. Peterson turns around. Put them back on the lab table. She holds out her hand. Zero tolerance. You want a suspension? Scowling, he slowly places the bandanna in her hand. Peterson sucks in her breath when she snatches the bandanna from his fingers. The students, one by one, start laughing. Colin laughs the loudest.

My greatgrandma has the same problem. I stand up, my stool scraping the floor. Alex is about to say something to me when Mrs. While Mrs. Peterson is trying to calm the rest of the class, I think about my short-lived success in avoiding Carmen Sanchez.

Aguirre clears his throat. The guy is an absolute genius. She glares at Brittany and Colin. Oh, but she was perfectly content watching Mrs. Colin steps forward. Let me assure you as your new principal my goal is to bridge any gap in the school culture that negates that motto. Aguirre and I are on the same page. In light of that. And Colin. Peterson cuts him off with a wave of her hand. Into her eyes, which have sympathy written all over them.

The last time a teacher looked at me like that, it was in first grade right after my dad was shot. You might want to wait a month or two before you make a statement like that. Finish school and graduate without dropping out. I shove the bandanna into my back pocket. She has no clue how much my life outside of school leaks into the life I lead inside of school. Kinda blows my theories out of the water. That woman sure does wield those blue detention slips and threats of essays like weapons.

As I change into my gym clothes, I think of what happened in Dr. Peterson was blaming me as much as she blamed Alex. I clutch my gym shirt to my chest as Carmen Sanchez comes into view.

She steps closer. I want to step back. Actually, I want to run. How fitting. I bet it was as expensive as your dye job. I have my own. Girls like you want every guy to like them, just so you can have them when you decide you want them. Would you come to school with a garbage bag over your head? Or would you stay holed up in your big house and never come out? Really look at her. It collides with the locker behind me. The consequences of me coming home bruised and having been in a fight are insurmountable.

My mom will be furious and blame the entire thing on me for not preventing it from happening. When stressful stuff happens, my parents talk about sending Shelley away.

You want to be suspended? She chuckles. Instead of cowering next to my locker, I stand tall. Carmen tries again to push my shoulder, but this time I manage to swat her arm away. A nonfriend. A nonfriend who just might save my face from getting bashed in. Isabels comes toward us, her dark brown hair in a high ponytail that sways when she walks. I can tell by the way her words make Carmen back off. Coach Bautista appears behind Carmen.

Miss Ellis and Miss Avila, join the rest of your classmates in the gym. Her answer is a nod. I work at his auto body shop every day after school. Covered in grease and oil from working on the Civic, I roll out from under the car. Yeah, I remember those days. I wonder if her parents are parole officers. That woman sure likes discipline.

I shift my weight from one foot to the other. Hector Martinez, the guy who runs the Latino Blood from behind the scenes. Never let Hector hear you question your commitment to the Blood. Play it safe. He paid his dues, so now he can sit back while the younger LB members are on the front lines.

How the hell did I ever think I could lure the very beautiful, very rich, and very white Brittany Ellis into my very poor, very Mexican, and very dark life?

Diego Vasquez, a guy from school, was born on the north side of Fairfield. Of course, my friends consider him a white guy even though his skin is darker than mine. Or Latino blood, for that matter. In Fairfield, where you were born defines who you are. A horn beeps loudly in front of the garage.

Enrique presses the button to raise the large garage door. Everyone in the garage ducks as the police shine their flashlights through the windows. I crouch behind a large tool drawer, holding my breath. The last thing I need is attempted murder on my record. A gang member rarely avoids the cops. Or jail time. He finally saved enough to open this shop, and now four high school punks could ruin his dream if anyone makes a sound.

The cops will take my cousin, with his old LB tattoos on the back of his neck, in right along with the rest of us. The door to the shop jiggles. I wince and pray please be locked. The cops give up on the door, then shine their flashlights in the garage again. I wonder who tipped them offnobody in this neighborhood would narc. A secret code of silence and affiliation keeps families safe. After what seems like forever, the cops drive away. I missed you tonight.

I can smell the mota radiating off her. I grab both her wrists and pull them aside, all the time wondering how my tough-as-nails ex-girlfriend turned into a toughas-nails bitch. After I found her sleeping around, it took me a while to get over it, get over her. Carmen whips around, stalks back to the car, and slides into the backseat. The sounds of heavy kissing and moaning fill the auto shop. We need you, man.

Paco and this Satin Hood are gonna fight at Gilson Park tonight. The Hood never fight fair, you know. We slow down a block before we reach the park. The tension in the air is thick, I can feel it in my bones. Where is Paco? Is he getting the shit kicked out of him in the back of an alley? Shadows move, making my hair stand on end. Everything looks menacing, even the trees blowing in the wind.

During the day, Gilson Park resembles any other suburban park. This is our territory. Three blocks away are mansions and million-dollar houses. Right here, in the real world, the street war rages on.

The streetlights shining on the park are out, but I can tell which on is Paco right away because of his short body and trademark stance resembling that of a wrestler about to start a match. Because walking down the street are five more Hoods.

Ready to fight with my best friend, I push away thoughts that this confrontation could end with all of us in the morgue. If I go into a fight with confidence and fire, without thinking of the consequences, I win. I rush toward Paco and the Satin Hood before the rest of his friends reach them. Now that I have a closer look, I realize these guys are all fresh. New members, full of piss and vinegar and not much else. New members I can take.

But new members who pack heat are dangerous. Javier, Carmen, Sam, and Raul stand next to me. Our homegirl can hold her own in a fight, and her fingernails are downright deadly.

The guy I pulled off Paco stands up and points to me. Oh, man. A week later he finally struts into class. It pisses me off, because no matter how bad my home life is, I come to school. Peterson walks into class. When she sees Alex, I think she seems relieved. Rough outlines are due in two weeks. Well that was rather brusque of him. Tossing the note onto her desk, she headed for the hallway. The doors to the lab were already open and she stepped inside to find Leo and Dev waiting by the infamous Workstation of Self Diddling, wearing their lab coats and twin expressions of displeasure.

Leo pointed to the empty test tube holder. She frowned, both at the question and his formal use of her name. I already told you what happened. And you saw it on the camera footage. He stepped around her and calmly locked the door.

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