and the bananas are overdone.
Simone ElkelesI don't want to end up like my mom. That's my biggest fear in life.
Simone ElkelesIt's the music that pulls me in and makes me forget about my problems at home. Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb.
Simone ElkelesI've spent so much time avoiding arguments and smoothing relationships with the people around me, this confrontation is painful.
Simone ElkelesIt's pure instinct that makes me rebel every time someone tries to control my life and hand out more rules.
Simone ElkelesThing is, I don't like ties. I like to win....by big margins.
Simone ElkelesWant to make out?”
“With who?” she asks, not bothering to look up.
“Me.”
She lifts her head from her book just long enough to give me a once-over. “No, thanks,” she says, then goes back to her homework.
She’s fuckin’ with me. She’s got to be fuckin’ with me, right?
“Because of that pendejo Tuck?”
“No. Because I don’t want Madison’s leftovers.”
Wait. Un. Momento. I’ve been called a lot of things before, but . . .
“You callin’ me leftovers?”
“Yeah. Besides, Tuck is a great kisser. I wouldn’t want you to feel bad when there’s no way you can compete.”
That guy hardly owns a pair of lips. “Wanna bet?
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.
What’s goin’ on?” I ask as I take a seat.
“Obviously not this.” He tosses me my shirt from last night.
“I found it on the floor of the den. It’s obvious there was some hanky-panky going on.”
Okay, so he knows we fooled around. But at least he didn’t find Kiara’s bra on top of my shirt.
“Yeah . . . things kinda got a little heated after you and Mrs. W. left the den last night,” I tell him.
Tell me somethin’ you do that would shock me.”
She sits back on the couch. “Shock you?”
“Yeah. Shock me to the core.”
She sits up on her knees and leans toward me. “I’ve thought about you, Carlos,” she whispers in my ear.
“At night, in bed. I think about kissing you, our tongues sliding against each other’s, while your hands are buried in my hair. When I think about feeling those ripples in
your naked chest I touch my—”
“Here’s more popcorn!” Westford says, barging into the room with two big bowls filled to the
rim with freshly popped popcorn. “Kiara, what are you doing?
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