When Alex leaves a little later, Carlos steps forward. “Need help?”
I shake my head.
“Are you ever gonna talk to me again? Dammit, Kiara, enough with the silent treatment. I’d rather have you say your little two-word sentences than stop talkin’ altogether. Hell, just flip
me off again.”
I toss my backpack in the backseat and start the engine.
“Where are you goin’?” Carlos asks, stepping in front of my car.
I beep.
“I’m not movin’,” he says.
My response is another beep. It’s not an intimidating, deep beep like most cars, but it’s the best my car can give.
He places both hands on the hood.
“Move,” I say.
He moves all right. With pantherlike quickness, Carlos jumps through the open passenger window, feet first.
“You should get the door fixed,” he says.

Autor: Simone Elkeles

When Alex leaves a little later, Carlos steps forward. “Need help?”<br />I shake my head.<br />“Are you ever gonna talk to me again? Dammit, Kiara, enough with the silent treatment. I’d rather have you say your little two-word sentences than stop talkin’ altogether. Hell, just flip<br />me off again.”<br />I toss my backpack in the backseat and start the engine.<br />“Where are you goin’?” Carlos asks, stepping in front of my car.<br />I beep.<br />“I’m not movin’,” he says.<br />My response is another beep. It’s not an intimidating, deep beep like most cars, but it’s the best my car can give.<br />He places both hands on the hood.<br />“Move,” I say.<br />He moves all right. With pantherlike quickness, Carlos jumps through the open passenger window, feet first. <br />“You should get the door fixed,” he says. - Simone Elkeles




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