No doubt she’d tell her friends about it, a new story about a boner to add to the story about the ant invasion.
“Do you want to try it again?” I looked at Sandra longingly. I wanted to sleep with her. Right here and now. I couldn’t have cared less that half my family was sitting on the patio outside waiting for us to return.
I wasn’t a child anymore. It was time for them to understand that.
Sandra’s cell phone chimed. She had gotten a text.
“Maybe . . .” She seemed agitated. Her gaze wandered over to my alarm clock on the nightstand. It was quarter past five.
Then I remembered the party at the quarry. It was supposed to start at six thirty.
“I need more time to think about it. A break. But as soon as I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” Sandra smiled at me noncommittally. “I have to go now, wanted to go to a party with the girls.”
I thought of Daniel. In that moment, he was probably putting up a tent for her. She hadn’t mentioned him even once. “Don’t do anything stupid!” she said to me teasingly. “We’ll call each other soon, okay?”
Then she left my room. I took a deep breath, and her perfume filled my lungs. For a moment, I was dizzy.
CHAPTER 7
“Hey, man, you look like shit!” Claudio caught me at the school gate and whacked my shoulder, hard. “Why didn’t you come to the party at the quarry? Sandra was there. I kept an eye on her the whole time. You owe me. She’s still untouched, if you know what I mean.”
Claudio shoved his white rapper hat down over his face. For years now, I hadn’t seen him without it. He even kept it on during class. As far as I knew, he was the only one in school who was allowed to get away with that.
“Didn’t feel like it,” I said. A question about Daniel was on the tip of my tongue, but Claudio spoke first.
“Sandra was
pissed
,” he said. “She had arranged to meet this Daniel, the DJ from the Waikiki. But when he got there, he was already completely hammered. His buddies had a drinking contest in the park. Daniel won, and that killed his last four and a half brain cells.”
We laughed. Our new teacher walked past us in her high heels. She was a student teacher, and we knew her only as Ms. Hot Bod. “Why, oh why, is sex with minors against the law?” Claudio sighed.
I gave him a shove. “Even if it were legal, you wouldn’t stand a chance with Ms. Hot Bod. Look for a girl your own age.” I thought of Leah. She was my age. So far, I hadn’t told Claudio or Tobias about her.
“So what was up with Sandra and Daniel?” I couldn’t keep my curiosity under check.
We went into the classroom, where Ms. Hot Bod was scribbling a problem on the board. Her skirt hugged her ass, and her braid bobbed up and down with her every move. “He couldn’t even stand up straight,” Claudio whispered. “He threw himself down on some air mattress and passed out. Sandra popped him one on the chin or something. Didn’t know she had such a strong punch. But the guy was so far gone he didn’t even notice.”
Inwardly, I applauded. The guy was an asshole; finally Sandra had figured it out.
Tobias shuffled in looking exhausted. As soon as he saw Ms. Hot Bod, his face brightened up.
“
Cama redonda
,” Claudio whispered, pulling his hat down even further over his eyes.
“What does that mean?”
“Something like group sex,” Claudio replied. “In Spanish.”
I turned red. I had thought the same thing at the same time. Did this end at some point? Did my dad think about sex every time he saw a female, too?
I thought about Aunt Vera, Tanya, my mom. Definitely not.
My father was old. He thought about climbing. No wonder we weren’t getting along lately. I chewed on the end of my pencil pensively.
“My mom wants to see you again, by the way,” Claudio remembered. “She’s always asking about you. Secretly, I think you’re her favorite!”
Claudio’s mother was an amazing woman. She was Spanish and really did have a thing for
“Do you want to try it again?” I looked at Sandra longingly. I wanted to sleep with her. Right here and now. I couldn’t have cared less that half my family was sitting on the patio outside waiting for us to return.
I wasn’t a child anymore. It was time for them to understand that.
Sandra’s cell phone chimed. She had gotten a text.
“Maybe . . .” She seemed agitated. Her gaze wandered over to my alarm clock on the nightstand. It was quarter past five.
Then I remembered the party at the quarry. It was supposed to start at six thirty.
“I need more time to think about it. A break. But as soon as I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” Sandra smiled at me noncommittally. “I have to go now, wanted to go to a party with the girls.”
I thought of Daniel. In that moment, he was probably putting up a tent for her. She hadn’t mentioned him even once. “Don’t do anything stupid!” she said to me teasingly. “We’ll call each other soon, okay?”
Then she left my room. I took a deep breath, and her perfume filled my lungs. For a moment, I was dizzy.
CHAPTER 7
“Hey, man, you look like shit!” Claudio caught me at the school gate and whacked my shoulder, hard. “Why didn’t you come to the party at the quarry? Sandra was there. I kept an eye on her the whole time. You owe me. She’s still untouched, if you know what I mean.”
Claudio shoved his white rapper hat down over his face. For years now, I hadn’t seen him without it. He even kept it on during class. As far as I knew, he was the only one in school who was allowed to get away with that.
“Didn’t feel like it,” I said. A question about Daniel was on the tip of my tongue, but Claudio spoke first.
“Sandra was
pissed
,” he said. “She had arranged to meet this Daniel, the DJ from the Waikiki. But when he got there, he was already completely hammered. His buddies had a drinking contest in the park. Daniel won, and that killed his last four and a half brain cells.”
We laughed. Our new teacher walked past us in her high heels. She was a student teacher, and we knew her only as Ms. Hot Bod. “Why, oh why, is sex with minors against the law?” Claudio sighed.
I gave him a shove. “Even if it were legal, you wouldn’t stand a chance with Ms. Hot Bod. Look for a girl your own age.” I thought of Leah. She was my age. So far, I hadn’t told Claudio or Tobias about her.
“So what was up with Sandra and Daniel?” I couldn’t keep my curiosity under check.
We went into the classroom, where Ms. Hot Bod was scribbling a problem on the board. Her skirt hugged her ass, and her braid bobbed up and down with her every move. “He couldn’t even stand up straight,” Claudio whispered. “He threw himself down on some air mattress and passed out. Sandra popped him one on the chin or something. Didn’t know she had such a strong punch. But the guy was so far gone he didn’t even notice.”
Inwardly, I applauded. The guy was an asshole; finally Sandra had figured it out.
Tobias shuffled in looking exhausted. As soon as he saw Ms. Hot Bod, his face brightened up.
“
Cama redonda
,” Claudio whispered, pulling his hat down even further over his eyes.
“What does that mean?”
“Something like group sex,” Claudio replied. “In Spanish.”
I turned red. I had thought the same thing at the same time. Did this end at some point? Did my dad think about sex every time he saw a female, too?
I thought about Aunt Vera, Tanya, my mom. Definitely not.
My father was old. He thought about climbing. No wonder we weren’t getting along lately. I chewed on the end of my pencil pensively.
“My mom wants to see you again, by the way,” Claudio remembered. “She’s always asking about you. Secretly, I think you’re her favorite!”
Claudio’s mother was an amazing woman. She was Spanish and really did have a thing for
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