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“That must suck. Do you think its because of what you told me about his mother?”
But I know the answer. He is afraid she will leave.The same way you had to leave him.
Oh my God. That is why he is angry.
“Maybe he thinks if he doesn’t have one, he doesn’t have to worry–”
“About another female leaving him,” I finish for her.
She nods. “Yeah, I think so.” She changes the subject. “Want to come over to my house and I can let you borrow something to wear. I can do your hair if you want. I bought this new blow-dryer and straightener, and I would love to try it out.”
“Okay, that sounds like a lot of fun.”
And oddly enough, I truly meant that.
Rubi
IT’S BEEN Along time since I had my hair blow-dried and straightened. I did it once when this girl named Mary swiped one from the department store when we snuck out. Just like Cesar, she turned eighteen and was sent to a job rehabilitation center, and I never heard from her again. I hope she made a life for herself somewhere.
After I started getting attention from guys in the different homes I was placed, I learned not to dress up or attract attention…so I avoided applying makeup or trying to look pretty. That sort of thing backfires when there are horny teenagers who sleep in bunkbeds above yours. One night one of them—Gus—got handsy and tried to force himself on me. He did, but Cesar was there to make the memory of that night go away. Let’s just say that the same fingers that he rammed up inside me so hard were cut off a couple of days after. Surprisingly, Cesar wasn’t caught, or maybe Gus was too afraid of what would happen if he opened his mouth. No one knew what he told the doctors at the hospital, and at the time I didn’t care.
It wasn’t the most memorable way to lose my virginity. Cesar looked at me that night and asked me if I trusted him. I was shaking so bad. I cried so much I didn’t have any tears left. He held me and muffled my cries. He was my savior that night, and the following night he was also my first. The worst part was that I imagined it was Ky. Cesar was perfect. He was gentle and he told me I was beautiful. That he didn’t deserve a girl like me. That I was too good for someone like him. But living the life of a drug dealer and a gang member has roughened him up. Since he has a record, he thinks it’s too late for someone like him to find happiness.
He was the first guy who said that I was too good for them. But I think he was being nice because of what happened. We have been friends ever since, and he never let anyone else touch me. Of course, all good things had to come to an end after he turned eighteen. Thankfully, I have is a cellphone number and we stay in touch.
“It’s packed. I have to get to the back with the band and the dance team for our half-time routine.”
“I didn’t know you were on the dance team.”
I honestly did not know.
“Yeah, I like it, but I can’t say it’s easy when Jen and her friends on the cheer team interfere. They are bossy bitches, and to be honest, I don’t think the routine is all that. The other schools have better routines, but every time I try to mention something, she shuts me down and says I’m too young to know any better.”
“Sounds like she wants the cheer team to look better at the games. In case you haven’t noticed, you are a lot prettier than any of them and you attract more attention than they do.”
She swallows before looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror. “You think so?”
I guess having an overprotective brother sucks sometimes, but she must be blind not to think guys don’t sneak glances at her when she doesn’t notice. My half-brother is one of them. Abby is beautiful. She has a petite figure, and curves in all the right places. Her personality is even better. I like her, and if my half-brother wasn’t so blind, he would make an effort to notice. I get that she is Chris’s little sister, but honestly, they are perfect for each other.
“Yeah, I think so.” I open the passenger door of her Mini Cooper. My long hair that hits right above the swell of my jean-clad butt, paired with Converse sneakers, and a long-sleeve sweater with a daring neckline showing the swell of my breast.
I drape the hoodie on my arm like a security blanket, and watch as she zips up her windbreaker jacket with the blue and red Westlake prep logo on the right front breast pocket. “I hope you have a great routine. I’ll be watching from the bleachers in the right corner.
“Is Patrick going to pick you up after the game?”
I almost forgot that I agreed to go out with Patrick as friends, and I was reminded when he mentioned it at lunch earlier today. I told him it was okay to pick me up after the game. It’s Friday, and there is a party after the game, win or lose, and he assured me it was cool and that we should go since I was hitching a ride with Abby.
“Yeah. He said he will be waiting for me by your car after the game.”
I still don’t know what car Patrick drives since I only see him at lunch and in English class. She walks backward toward the back of the bleachers where the school band is gathering to get ready to perform. “Okay, so I’ll meet you at the party?”
I give her a nod as I head toward the bleachers where everyone is walking to get a seat. “Yeah. I’ll see you at the party. I can’t wait to see your routine.”
I would love to see what moves she’s got. I’m glad that Ky doesn’t play on the team because that would mean I would have to watch him on the field. I’m guessing since his best friends play, he will be in the stands. He also has his harem of girls he screws on the cheer team, so I guess it’s a win-win for him.
I make my way up the bleachers and find a seat on the top to the right of the stands, away from everyone trying to get better seats below.
The sun has set, and the bright lights are shining on the field. People are chatting, and the cheer squad for both teams are down on the track practicing their routines. I’m glad it’s still warm despite it being the first week October. The breeze blows my hair, but it’s not chilly, and the smell of popcorn carries on the wind.
