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Great. The first time I said that word, it was too aggressive. Now it sounded too high and squeaky.

I scrambled for something to say.

“I just don’t want you doing something you don’t want to do.”

The words rang true. I might be in denial over the other reason simmering just below the surface, but this one was equally as important to me.

I stood, nearly sending the wooden chair crashing into the wall. “I’m going to check the frijoles so your mom doesn’t throw a chancla at my head.”

From behind me, all I heard was, “Ay, Chella.”

ELEVEN

GRACIELLA

“I GET A HIGH EVERY TIME SHE CALLS HIM JOSHUA.”—@SECRETLYBOOKOBSESSED

Me:

I’ve solved the problem!! We’re back in business, baby!!

Monroe:

Who is this? How did you get my number?

Me:

who do you think it is Joshua…and I took it from Ariella’s phone back when I traveled to your place in Dallas. Duh.

Monroe:

You’ve had it that long?

Me:

Upset I didn’t text you sooner?

Monroe:

Upset you’re texting me now.

Me:

…anyway

Me:

Found the PERFECT fake girlfriend! Her name is Itzel (learn to pronounce that properly by next Friday)

Monroe:

So you solved the problem you created?

Me:

Pretty sure your bad attitude caused the problem so…

Monroe: