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Hey, How about you ditch those losers and come with us. We'll show you a real good time," one of them shouts through the window."Fuck off," Doug shouts.One of the guys stumbles out of the car and advances on Doug. Sierra yells something but I'm not paying attention. Instead, I'm watching Alex tear off his jacket and block the guy's path."Get out of my way," the guy orders. "Don't lower yourself by protecting this white dick."Alex stands toe to toe with the guy, the tire iron gripped tightly in his hand. "You fuck with the white dick, you fuck with me. It's that simple. Another guy steps out of the car. We are in some serious trouble."Girls, take the keys and get in the car," Alex orders, his tone precise."But . . ."There's a lethal calmness in his eyes. Oh, boy. He's dead serious.Doug tosses Sierra his car keys. Now what? Are we supposed to sit in the car and watch them fight? "I'm not going anywhere," I tell him."Me, either," Sierra says.A guy in the other car sticks his head out of the window. "Alejo, that you?"Alex's stance relaxes. "Tiny? What the hell you doin' with these The guy named Tiny says something in Spanish to his buddies and they jump back into the car. They almost seem relieved they won't have to fight Alex and Doug."I'll tell you as soon as you tell me what you're doin' with a bunch of Tiny says.Alex chuckles. "Get out of here."When we're all back in the car, I hear Doug say, "Thanks for having my back."Alex mumbles, "Don't sweat it. book-quotewhitespanishdefendWhy can't you call me Alex?" I ask, my head down while I stare at the food in front of me."If I wanted to call you Alex, I wouldn't have bothered to name you Alejandro. Don't you like your given name?"My muscles tense. I was named after a father who is no longer alive, leaving me the responsibility of being the designated man of the house. Alejandro, Alejandro Jr., Junior . . . it's all the same to me."Would it matter?" I mumble as I pick up a tortilla. I look up, trying to gauge her reaction.Her back is to me as she cleans dishes in the sink. "No.""Alex wants to pretend he's white," Carlos chimes in. "You can change your name, bro, but nobody'd mistake you for anythin' other than "Carlos, I warn. I don't want to be white. I just don't want to be associated with my father. you two," our mother pleads. "Enough fighting for one day." Carlos sings, egging me on by calling me a wetback.I've had enough of Carlos's mouth; he's gone too far. I stand, my chair scraping the floor. Carlos follows and steps in front of me, closing the space between us. He knows I could kick his ass. His overblown ego is gonna get him in trouble with the wrong person one of these days."Carlos, sit down," orders."Dirty beaner," Carlos drawls at me in a fake deep accent. "Better yet, "Carlos!" reprimands sharply as she comes forward, but I get in between them and grab my brother's collar."Yeah, that's all anyone will ever think of me," I tell him. "But you keep talkin' trash and they'll think that of you, too.""Brother, they'll think that of me anyway. Whether I want them to or not."I release him. "You're wrong, Carlos. You can do better, be better.""Than you?""Yeah, better than me and you know it," I say. "Now apologize to for talkin' smack in front of her."One look in my eyes and Carlos knows I'm not kidding around. "Sorry, Ma," he says, then sits back down. I don't miss his glare, though, as his ego got knocked down a peg. book-quotewhitespanishcarlos-fuentesOkay, so I shouldn't have fucked with her on the introduction thing. Writing nothing except, in her notebook probably wasn't the smartest move. But I was itching to make Little Miss stumble in her introduction of me. And stumbling she is."Miss Ellis?"I watch in amusement as Perfection herself looks up at Peterson. Oh, she's good. This partner of mine knows how to hide her true emotions, something I recognize because I do it all the time."Yes?" Brittany says, tilting her head and smiling like a beauty queen.I wonder if that smile has ever gotten her out of a speeding ticket."It's your turn. Introduce Alex to the class."I lean an elbow on the lab table, waiting for an introduction she has to either make up or fess up she knows less than crap about me. She glances at my comfortable position and I can tell from her deer-in-the-headlights look I've stumped her."This is Fuentes," she starts, her voice hitching the slightest bit. My temper flares at the mention of my given name, but I keep a cool facade as she continues with a made-up introduction. "When he wasn't hanging out on street corners and harassing innocent people this summer, he toured the inside of jails around the city, And he has a secret desire nobody would ever guess."The room suddenly becomes quiet. Even Peterson straightens to attention. Hell, even I'm listening like the words coming out of Brittany's lying, pink-frosted lips are gospel."His secret desire," she continues, "is to go to college and become a chemistry teacher, like you, Mrs. Peterson."Yeah, right. I look over at my friend Isa, who seems amused that a white girl isn't afraid of giving me smack in front of the entire class.Brittany flashes me a triumphant smile, thinking she's won this round. I sit up in my chair while the class remains silent."This is Brittany Ellis," I say, all eyes now focused on me. "This summer she went to the mall, bought new clothes so she could expand her wardrobe, and spent her daddy's money on plastic surgery to enhance her, assets."It might not be what she wrote, but it's probably close enough to the truth. Unlike her introduction of me.Chuckles come from in the back of the class, and Brittany is as stiff as a board beside me, as if my words hurt her precious ego. Brittany Ellis is used to people fawning all over her and she could use a little wake-up call. I'm actually doing her a favor. Little does she know I'm not finished with her intro."Her secret desire," I add, getting the same reaction as she did during her introduction, "is to date a before she graduates."As expected, my words are met by comments and low whistles from the back of the room."Way to go, Fuentes," my friend Lucky barks out."I'll date you, " another says.I give a high five to another Latino Blood named Marcus sitting behind me just as I catch Isa shaking her head as if I did something wrong. What? I'm just having a little fun with a rich girl from the north side.Brittany's gaze shifts from Colin to me. I take one look at Colin and with my eyes tell him Colin's face instantly turns bright red, resembling a chile pepper. I have definitely invaded his territory. book-quotedesirepaybackspanishBrittany Ellis," Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Colin. I unenthusiastically sit on the stool at my assigned place."Alejandro Fuentes," Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the stool next to me. I give Colin a "help me" look as I try to avoid a panic attack. I definitely should have stayed at home. In bed. Under the covers. Forget not being intimidated."Call me Alex."Mrs. Peterson looks up from her class list and regards Alex above the glasses on her nose. ' Fuentes," she says, before changing his name on her list. "Mr. Fuentes, take off that bandanna. I have a zero tolerance policy in my class. No gang-related accessories are allowed to enter this room. Unfortunately, Alex, your reputation precedes you. Dr. Aguirre backs my zero tolerance policy one hundred percent ... do I make myself clear?"Alex stares her down before sliding the bandanna off his head, exposing raven hair that matches his eyes."It's to cover up the lice," Colin mutters to Darlene, but I hear him and Alex does, too. Alex says to Colin, his hard eyes blazing. "Whatever, dude," Colin says, then turns around. "He can't even speak English.""That's enough, Colin. Alex, sit down." Mrs. Peterson eyes the rest of the class. "That goes for the rest of you, as well. I can't control what you do outside of this room, but in my class I'm the boss." She turns back to Alex. "Do I make myself clear?" Alex says, deliberately slow. book-quoteinsultspanishchemistry
