Alex whispers, "There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you're confusing your emotions."
I scoot away from him. "I wouldn't bet on it."
"I would."
Alex's gaze turns toward the door to the classroom. Through the window, his friend is waving to him. They're probably going to ditch class.
Alex grabs his books and stands.
Mrs. Peterson turns around. "Alex, sit down."
"I got to piss."
The teacher's eyebrows furrow and her hand goes to her hip. "Watch your language. And the last time I checked, you don't need your books in order to go to the restroom. Put them back on the lab table."
Alex's lips are tight, but he places the books back on the table.
"I told you no gang-related items in my class," Mrs. Peterson says, staring at the bandanna he's holding in front of him. She holds out her hand. "Hand it over."
He glances at the door, then faces Mrs. Peterson. "What if I refuse?"
"Alex, don't test me. Zero tolerance. You want a suspension?" She wiggles her fingers, signaling to hand the bandana over immediately or else.
Scowling, he slowly places the bandana in her hand.
Mrs. Peterson sucks in her breath when she snatches the bandanna from his fingers.
I screech, "Ohmygod!" at the sight of the big stain on his crotch.
The students, one by one, start laughing.
Colin laughs the loudest. "Don't sweat it, Fuentes. My great-grandma has the same problem. Nothing a diaper won't fix."
Now that hits home because at the mention of adult diapers, I immediately think of my sister. Making fun of adults who can't help themselves isn't funny because Shelley is one of those people.
Alex sports a big, cocky grin and says to Colin, "Your girlfriend couldn't keep her hands out of my pants. She was showin' me a whole new definition of hand warmers, "
This time he's gone too far. I stand up, my stool scraping the floor.
"You wish," I say.
Alex is about to say something to me when Mrs. Peterson yells, "Alex!" She clears her throat. "Go to the nurse and…fix yourself. Take your books, because afterward you'll be seeing Dr. Aguirre. I'll meet you in his office with your friends Colin and Brittany."
Alex swipes his books off the table and exits the classroom while I ease back onto my stool. While Mrs. Peterson is trying to calm the rest of the class, I think about my short-lived success in avoiding Carmen Sanchez.
If she thinks I'm a threat to her relationship with Alex, the rumors that are sure to spread today could prove deadly.
I scoot away from him. "I wouldn't bet on it."
"I would."
Alex's gaze turns toward the door to the classroom. Through the window, his friend is waving to him. They're probably going to ditch class.
Alex grabs his books and stands.
Mrs. Peterson turns around. "Alex, sit down."
"I got to piss."
The teacher's eyebrows furrow and her hand goes to her hip. "Watch your language. And the last time I checked, you don't need your books in order to go to the restroom. Put them back on the lab table."
Alex's lips are tight, but he places the books back on the table.
"I told you no gang-related items in my class," Mrs. Peterson says, staring at the bandanna he's holding in front of him. She holds out her hand. "Hand it over."
He glances at the door, then faces Mrs. Peterson. "What if I refuse?"
"Alex, don't test me. Zero tolerance. You want a suspension?" She wiggles her fingers, signaling to hand the bandana over immediately or else.
Scowling, he slowly places the bandana in her hand.
Mrs. Peterson sucks in her breath when she snatches the bandanna from his fingers.
I screech, "Ohmygod!" at the sight of the big stain on his crotch.
The students, one by one, start laughing.
Colin laughs the loudest. "Don't sweat it, Fuentes. My great-grandma has the same problem. Nothing a diaper won't fix."
Now that hits home because at the mention of adult diapers, I immediately think of my sister. Making fun of adults who can't help themselves isn't funny because Shelley is one of those people.
Alex sports a big, cocky grin and says to Colin, "Your girlfriend couldn't keep her hands out of my pants. She was showin' me a whole new definition of hand warmers, "
This time he's gone too far. I stand up, my stool scraping the floor.
"You wish," I say.
Alex is about to say something to me when Mrs. Peterson yells, "Alex!" She clears her throat. "Go to the nurse and…fix yourself. Take your books, because afterward you'll be seeing Dr. Aguirre. I'll meet you in his office with your friends Colin and Brittany."
Alex swipes his books off the table and exits the classroom while I ease back onto my stool. While Mrs. Peterson is trying to calm the rest of the class, I think about my short-lived success in avoiding Carmen Sanchez.
If she thinks I'm a threat to her relationship with Alex, the rumors that are sure to spread today could prove deadly.
( Simone Elkeles )
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