Perfect Chemistry, Page 23

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  Except Brittany.

  I scan the area, but shes not around.

  "I didnt do it," Lucky is quick to say.

  Everyone else murmurs they didnt do it, either.

  Then murmurs of who it could be race through the crowd. "Colin Adams, Greg Hanson . . . " Im not listening, because I know full well who the culprit is. Its my chem partner, the one who ignored me today.

  I yank off the streamers with a jerk of my hand, then unscrew the pink rubber horn. Pink. I wonder if it was hers once upon a time.

  "Get out of my way," I tell the crowd. They disperse pretty quick, thinking my rage level is high and they dont want to be caught in the crossfire. Sometimes playing the part of a badass does have its advantages. The truth? Ill use the pink horn and streamers as an excuse to talk to Brittany again.

  After everyone is out of sight, I walk to the side of the football field. The pom squad is there, practicing as usual.

  "Looking for someone?"

  I turn around to Darlene Boehm, one of Brittanys friends. "Is Brittany around?" I ask.

  "Nope. "

  "Know where she is?"

  Alex Fuentes asking the whereabouts of Brittany Ellis? I expect her to say its none of my business. Or that I should leave her alone.

  Instead her friend says, "She went home. "

  Murmuring a "thanks," I turn and walk back to Julio while I dial my cousins number.

  "Enriques Auto Body. "

  "Its Alex. Im gonna be late for work today. "

  "You get another detention?"

  "No, nothin like that. "

  "Well, make sure you work on the Lexus for Chuy. I told him he could pick it up at seven and you know how Chuy is when you dont come through for him. "

  "No problem," I tell him as I think of Chuys role in the Blood. Hes the guy you never want to mess with, the guy who was born without an empathy chip in his brain. If someone is disloyal, Chuy is responsible for either making them loyal or making sure they never narc. By any means possible, even if theyre screaming for their life. "Ill be there. "

  Knocking on the Ellises door ten minutes later with the pink horn and streamers in hand, I try to put on the I-am-a-cool-motherfucker pose.

  When Brittany opens the door wearing a baggy T-shirt and shorts, Im floored.

  Her pale blue eyes open wide. "Alex, what are you doing here?"

  I hold out the horn and streamers.

  She snatches them from my hand. "I cant believe you came here because of some prank. "

  "Weve got some things to discuss. Besides pranks. "

  She swallows nervously. "Im not feeling great, okay? Lets just talk at school. " She tries to close the door.

  Shit, I cant believe Im going to do this like a stalker guy in the movies. I push open the door. Que mierda!

  "Alex, dont. "

  "Let me in. For a minute. Please. "

  She shakes her head, those angelic curls swaying back and forth across her face. "My parents dont like when I have people over. "

  "Are they home?"

  "No. " She sighs, then opens the door hesitantly.

  I step inside. The house is even bigger than it looks from the outside. The walls are painted bright white, reminding me of a hospital. I swear dust wouldnt have the nerve to land on their floors or counters. The two-story foyer boasts a staircase that rivals the one I saw in The Sound of Music, which we were forced to watch in junior high, and the floor is as shiny as water.

  Brittany was right. I dont belong here. It doesnt matter, because even if I dont belong in this place, shes here and I want to be where she is.

  "Well, what did you want to talk about?" she asks.

  I wish her long, lean legs werent sticking out from her shorts. Theyre a distraction. I look away from them, desperate to keep my wits. So what if she has sexy legs? So what if she has eyes as clear as glass marbles? So what if she can take a prank like a man and give it right back?

  Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other than the fact that I want to be near her. Screw the bet.

  I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if Im her knight in shining armor.

  "Bwiee!" a distant voice echoes through the house, breaking the silence.

  "Wait here," Brittany orders, then hurries down a hallway to the right. "Ill be right back. "

  Im not about to stand here like a jackass in the foyer. I follow her, knowing Im about to get a glimpse into her private world.

  CHAPTER 29 Brittany

  Im not ashamed of my sisters disability. But I dont want Alex to judge her. Because if he laughs, I couldnt take it. I whip around. "Youre not good at following directions, are you?"

  He grins as if saying, Im a gang member, what did you expect?

  "I have to check on my sister. Do you mind?"

  "Nope. Itll give me a chance to meet her. Trust me. "

  I should kick him out, tattoos and all. I should, but I dont.

  Without another word, I lead him into our dark, mahogany-paneled library. Shelley is sitting in her wheelchair, her head awkwardly slumped to the side as she watches television.

  When she realizes she has company, her gaze shifts from the television to me to Alex.

  "This is Alex," I explain, shutting off the TV. "A friend from school. "

  Shelley gives Alex a crooked smile and hits her specialized keyboard with her knuckles. "Hello," says a feminine, computerized voice. She hits another button. "My name is Shelley," the computer continues.

  Alex kneels down to Shelleys level. The simple act of respect tears at something suspiciously like my heart. Colin always ignores my sister, treating her as if shes blind and deaf as well as physically and mentally disabled.

  "Whats up?" Alex says, taking Shelleys stiff hand in his and shaking it. "Cool computer. "

  "Its a personal communication device or PCD," I explain. "It helps her communicate. "

  "Game," the computer voice says.

  Alex moves beside Shelley. I hold my breath as I watch her hands, making sure theyre nowhere near his thick head of hair.

  "You have games on there?" he asks.

  "Yeah," I answer for her. "Shes become a checkers fanatic. Shelley, show him how it works. "

  While Shelley slowly taps the screen with her knuckles, Alex watches, seemingly fascinated.

  When the checkers screen comes up, Shelley nudges Alexs hand.

  "You go first," he says.

  She shakes her head.

  "She wants you to go first," I tell him.

  "Cool. " He taps the screen.

  I watch, getting all mushy inside, as this tough guy plays quietly with my big sister.

  "Do you mind if I make a snack for her?" I say, desperate to leave the room.

  "Nah, go ahead," he says, his concentration on the game.

  "You dont have to let her win," I say before leaving. "She can hold her own in checkers. "

  "Uh, thanks for the vote of confidence, but I am tryin to win," Alex says. He has a genuine grin on his face, without trying to act cocky or cool. It makes me even more desperate to escape.

  When I walk into the library with Shelleys food a few minutes later, he says, "She beat me. "

  "I told you she was good. But enough games for now," I say to Shelley, then turn to Alex. "I hope you dont mind me helping to feed her. "

  "Go for it. "

  He sits in my dads favorite leather chair as I place a tray in front of Shelley and feed her applesauce. Its a messy affair, as usual. Tilting my head, I catch Alex watching as I wipe the side of my sisters mouth with a towel.

  "Shelley," I say. "You shouldve let him win. You know, to be polite. " Shelleys response is a shake of her head. Applesauce drips on her chin. "Thats the way its going to be, huh?" I say, hoping the scene doesnt gross Alex out. Maybe Im testing him, to see if he can handle a glimpse of my home life.
If so, hes passing. "Wait until Alex leaves. Ill show you who the checkers champion is. "

  My sister smiles that sweet, crooked smile of hers. Its like a thousand words put into one expression. For a moment I forget Alex is still watching me. Its so weird having him inside my life and my house. He doesnt belong, yet he doesnt seem to mind being here.

  "Why were you in a crappy mood in chem class?" he asks.

  Because my sister is going to be sent away and yesterday I got caught with my boobs exposed while Colin had his pants down right in front of me. "Im sure you heard the gruesome rumors. "

  "Nope, havent heard a thing. Maybe youre just paranoid. "

  Maybe. Shane saw us, but he has a big mouth. Every time someone looked my way today, I imagined they knew. I look at Alex. "Sometimes I wish there were Do Over Days. "

  "Sometimes I wish there were Do Over Years," he responds seriously. "Or Fast Forward Days. "

  "Unfortunately, real life doesnt have a remote control. " When Shelley is done eating, I sit her in front of the TV, then lead Alex to the kitchen. "My life doesnt seem so perfect after all, does it?" I ask while I take drinks out of the fridge for both of us.

  Alex looks at me curiously.

  "What?"

  He shrugs. "I guess we all have stuff to deal with. Ive got more demons than a horror movie. "

  Demons? Nothing bothers Alex. He never complains about his life. "What are your demons?" I ask.

  "Oye, if I told you about my demons, youd run like hell away from me. "

  "I think youd be surprised what Id run from, Alex. " Chimes from our grandfather clock echo through the house. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

  "I gotta go," Alex says. "How about studying tomorrow, after school. At my house. "

  "Your house?" On the south side?

  "Ill show you a glimpse into my life. You game?" he asks.

  I swallow. "Sure. " Game on.

  As I lead him to the door, I hear a car drive up to my house. If its my mom, Im in big trouble. No matter if we had the most innocent meeting, shell go ballistic.

  I peek through the windows by the front door and recognize Darlenes red sports car. "Oh, no. My friends are here. "

  "Dont panic," he tells me. "Open the door. Its not like you can pretend Im not here. My motorcycle is parked in your driveway. "

  Hes right. I cant hide the fact that hes here.

  I open the door and walk outside. Alex is right behind me as I face Darlene, Morgan, and Sierra walking up the sidewalk. "Hey, guys!" I say. Maybe if I act all innocent they wont make a big deal about Alex being here. I touch Alexs elbow. "We were just discussing our chemistry project. Right, Alex?"

  "Right. "

  Sierras eyebrows are raised. I think Morgan is about to pull out her cell, no doubt to inform the other Ms she saw Alex Fuentes walking out of my house.

  "Should we go so you guys can be alone?" Darlene asks.

  "Dont be ridiculous," I say too quickly.

  Alex steps toward his motorcycle, his shirt outlining his perfect, muscular back and his jeans outlining his perfect, muscular--

  He points at me after putting on his helmet. "See ya tomorrow. "

  Tomorrow. His house.