With that, I follow my little chem partner out of the room and down the hall.
"Stop following me," she snaps, looking over her shoulder to check how many people are watching us walk down the hall together.
As if I'm himself.
"Wear long sleeves on Saturday night," I tell her, knowing full well she's reaching the end of her sanity rope. I usually don't try to get under the skin of white chicks, but this one is fun to rattle. This one, the most popular and coveted one of all, actually cares. "It gets pretty cold on the back of my motorcycle."
"Listen, Alex," she says, whipping herself around and tossing that sun-kissed hair over her shoulder. She faces me with clear eyes made of ice. "I don't date guys in gangs, and I don't use drugs."
"I don't date guys in gangs, either," I say, stepping closer to her. "And I'm no user."
"Yeah, right. I'm surprised you're not in rehab or juvie boot camp."
"You think you know me?"
"I know enough." She folds her arms across her chest, but then looks down as if she realizes her stance makes her stand out, and drops her hands to her sides.
I'm doing my best not to focus on those as I take a step forward. "Did you report me to Aguirre?"
She takes a step back. "What if I did?"
"
, you're afraid of me." It's not a question. I just want to hear from her own lips what her reason is.
"Most people at this school are scared that if they look at you wrong, you'll gun them down."
"Then my gun should be smokin' by now, shouldn't it? Why aren't you runnin' away from the badass , huh?"
"Give me half a chance, I will."
I've had enough of dancing around this little bitch. It's time to fluff up those feathers to make sure I end up with the upper hand. I close the distance between us and whisper in her ear, "Face the facts. Your life is too perfect. You probably lie awake at night, fantasizing about spicin' up all that lily whiteness you live in." But damn it, I get a whiff of vanilla from her perfume or lotion. It reminds me of cookies. I love cookies, so this is not good at all. "Gettin' near the fire, , doesn't necessarily mean you'll get burned.
"Stop following me," she snaps, looking over her shoulder to check how many people are watching us walk down the hall together.
As if I'm himself.
"Wear long sleeves on Saturday night," I tell her, knowing full well she's reaching the end of her sanity rope. I usually don't try to get under the skin of white chicks, but this one is fun to rattle. This one, the most popular and coveted one of all, actually cares. "It gets pretty cold on the back of my motorcycle."
"Listen, Alex," she says, whipping herself around and tossing that sun-kissed hair over her shoulder. She faces me with clear eyes made of ice. "I don't date guys in gangs, and I don't use drugs."
"I don't date guys in gangs, either," I say, stepping closer to her. "And I'm no user."
"Yeah, right. I'm surprised you're not in rehab or juvie boot camp."
"You think you know me?"
"I know enough." She folds her arms across her chest, but then looks down as if she realizes her stance makes her stand out, and drops her hands to her sides.
I'm doing my best not to focus on those as I take a step forward. "Did you report me to Aguirre?"
She takes a step back. "What if I did?"
"
, you're afraid of me." It's not a question. I just want to hear from her own lips what her reason is.
"Most people at this school are scared that if they look at you wrong, you'll gun them down."
"Then my gun should be smokin' by now, shouldn't it? Why aren't you runnin' away from the badass , huh?"
"Give me half a chance, I will."
I've had enough of dancing around this little bitch. It's time to fluff up those feathers to make sure I end up with the upper hand. I close the distance between us and whisper in her ear, "Face the facts. Your life is too perfect. You probably lie awake at night, fantasizing about spicin' up all that lily whiteness you live in." But damn it, I get a whiff of vanilla from her perfume or lotion. It reminds me of cookies. I love cookies, so this is not good at all. "Gettin' near the fire, , doesn't necessarily mean you'll get burned.
( Simone Elkeles )
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