Silent. Part 8

"Well? What, you never seen no one smoke before?"

I knew he'd already caught me, so I picked up the cigarette and waved it in front of me. "Get a good look, r.e.t.a.r.d, then go run and tell your two mommies."

s.h.i.t, maybe my next decision had just been made for me. They didn't seem like the types who would tolerate sneaking around with cigarettes.

I waited, glaring fiercely, until my brain finally caught up with my mouth. "f.u.c.k...you're not gonna tell, are you. You can't even talk."

He blinked.

"Well...sorry I yelled." Heat crept up my skin, more out of shame than anything else. I'd just screamed my head off at a poor handicapped kid who hadn't done a d.a.m.n thing to me...and that certainly wasn't the best way to make sure I stayed out of immediate trouble. "You just startled me."

No response. Well, of course there was no response.

"Um, are you gonna go back in? Or...you wanna...?" I patted the ground by my side. I wasn't ready to head back into the lion's den-I needed some time to let the air carry away the smell of smoke.

He hesitated a moment longer before joining me behind the shed. In a smooth, graceful movement, he folded his body so he was sitting cross-legged beside me.

I waved my hand around, hoping to encourage a breeze to help remove the scent. "So...Seb...what's your deal? Why you here?"

He glanced at me, and an eyebrow twitched. I giggled. s.h.i.t, that wasn't very masculine, but I suddenly felt like I was in this unstable place between complete misery and hysterical laughing...and asking a r.e.t.a.r.ded mute to tell me his story deserved at least a giggle.

Besides, it wasn't like he could go and spill to anyone about my girlish laughter.

"Sorry. Guess you can't answer that one."

He dug his long, pale fingers into the dirt and drew up some soil, then let it drift back to the ground.

"You really r.e.t.a.r.ded?"

I didn't get a response to that question, either-not even a nod. I supposed I should take that as a yes.

I leaned my head back on the shed. "s.h.i.t. I really don't want to be here...no offense or nothing. I just...have my own life, you know?"

He sifted through some more dirt. It left his pale skin coated with a dusky brown layer-a much more familiar color in my eyes.

"I mean, this is fine for those little kids, and for people like you...but I don't need no one to take care of me. Just because I'm not eighteen some d.a.m.n law says I can't be on my own? Those people who wrote that law don't know nothing 'bout my life. I been taking care of myself for years now."

Seb folded his hands in his lap and turned toward me. His huge black eyes stared directly into mine...and it was f.u.c.king unnerving. I couldn't say why, but for just a second I felt like he was trying to call me out-like he didn't buy what I was saying.

But that was a stupid thought. He probably didn't understand a word that came out of my mouth. Including the curse words, which meant I could cuss to my heart's content around him and not be afraid of Ms. Loretta's wrath.

"Hey, you want a cigarette?" I held the carton out to him, and it finally drew his gaze away from my face.

He didn't make a move, though, so I pulled one out and gently placed it in his dirty fingers. They curled around the cigarette carefully, like they were holding a foreign object for the first time.

"All right, now I just gotta light it up..."

I flicked the lighter on near his hand, and he jerked back, dropping the cigarette on the ground.

s.h.i.t, not only was I trying to corrupt the kid with cigarettes, but I was scaring him with fire.

"Sorry. Here, let me light it up." I picked it back up and lit it myself, then grabbed his hand again and arranged his fingers in the right holding pattern.

His skin was oddly smooth...or maybe that was from the thin coating of dirt still on it.

He lifted the cigarette to his face, sniffed once, then deposited it cherry-first into the ground, smashing out the embers.

"What the h.e.l.l? Why the f.u.c.k did you do that? If you didn't want it I woulda smoked it. This one box is all I got!"

Interestingly, Seb didn't flinch at my outburst. So fire freaked him out, but not yelling.

"Hey, kid...you deaf?"

He stood and offered me his hand.

I glanced up, confused, until the back door squeaked open, followed by Ms. Loretta's holler. "Lights out!"

s.h.i.t. I quickly buried both cigarettes in the ground, then let Seb pull me up.

He was a lot stronger than he looked. Our chests almost collided, and standing close like that I could see he was actually an inch or so taller than me. Maybe I shouldn't have been calling him 'kid'.

"Fine. I'll go in tonight...but if this s.h.i.t gets any worse...I'm outta here."

Almond eyes narrowed on me before we turned toward the house and headed inside.

Chapter 7: Not Me.

"Move it."

Dwayne rushed past me in the hallway, shoving me against the wall. Why the h.e.l.l was he in such a hurry?

If I went any slower, I'd be going backwards.

The younger boys were gone already-Ms. Cecily drove them to school before heading off to work-but Ms. Loretta was still there to watch my every move. She'd forced me up with everyone else to water some f.u.c.king plants and eat a bowl of cereal, and now we had to leave early so Seb could catch the short bus to his special school.

I dawdled for a few more minutes, holding on to the impossible hope that Suzie would show up and fix this mess for me. Or my mother, maybe. Where the h.e.l.l was she?

"You best pick up your pace, Alex." Ms. Loretta crossed her arms, standing a few feet in front of me.

I choked back my immediate desire to counter with, or what? or what?

She'd have an answer to that, and it'd probably involve scrubbing, sweeping, dusting or mopping. That was all I seemed to have done in the past couple of days while Suzie worked on enrolling me at the new school. I had a sneaking suspicion Ms. Loretta had become a foster mother for the free labor.

Swinging my backpack over my shoulder, I increased my speed only the tiniest bit. Couldn't let her have that that much control over me. much control over me.

Brandon and Dwayne were waiting for me outside the front door. I got a dirty look from Dwayne and a smug one from Brandon before we started off together, with Seb trailing a few steps behind.

My first real trip into the neighborhood, and it had to be to f.u.c.king school. school. Not that there was all that much to see in this part of LA, an area unimaginatively named Mid City. I guess the houses we pa.s.sed were kind of cool, if you ignored the bars on the windows and the jalopies parked out front. No two were alike-and they looked old, like they had stories to tell. Once upon a time some of them might've even been cla.s.sy, but they were jammed so close together you could practically flip pancakes in your neighbor's kitchen. And there was still trash in the streets-a stained mattress at the end of a cul-de-sac-and graffiti along the fences. Not that there was all that much to see in this part of LA, an area unimaginatively named Mid City. I guess the houses we pa.s.sed were kind of cool, if you ignored the bars on the windows and the jalopies parked out front. No two were alike-and they looked old, like they had stories to tell. Once upon a time some of them might've even been cla.s.sy, but they were jammed so close together you could practically flip pancakes in your neighbor's kitchen. And there was still trash in the streets-a stained mattress at the end of a cul-de-sac-and graffiti along the fences.

Different tags than I was used to, though. Different gangs in these parts. G.o.d, I hoped I stayed off their radar.

"So I figured I'd be taking you around, showing you where stuff is..." Brandon said as we approached the ugly brick building surrounded by chain-link and barbed wire, "but that was when I thought you was a soph.o.m.ore. You not gonna be around the same parts as me and Dwayne. Gonna be spending most of your time in the little freshman wing."

Dwayne huffed a laugh. "Maybe he should go to school with Seb."

I stared at the cracks in the concrete walkway. "Maybe you should shut the f.u.c.k up."

"You one p.i.s.sed-off dude," he responded, shaking his head and stepping a few feet ahead.

d.a.m.n it, how was it that I always ended up the loser in these situations? This was all wrong. I knew how to stand up for myself.

But the moment had pa.s.sed, and I just gritted my teeth and climbed the brick steps to my doom.

As promised, Brandon and Dwayne peeled off their own separate ways the moment we set foot in the blue and beige school hallway. Seb stayed outside, waiting for his bus by a lonely sycamore tree, while I leaned against the wall near the front office.

For all that I was surrounded by hordes of students, I might as well have been out there alone at that tree. I didn't know any of the people who pa.s.sed me, so all the faces merged together into a sea of brown and black. No Jose smiling up at me like I was his role model for cool, no Diego sauntering by to catch my wandering eye. Not even a Blanca to throw a lip-glossed kiss and let me know I was a desirable human being, even if the feeling wasn't mutual.

Here, I was no one.

"Alejandro Alvarez?" A woman with freckles and long curly hair emerged from the office and stuck out her hand for me to shake. I didn't take it. "I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Ms. Morrison, and I'll be your guidance counselor here."

I arched a brow at her. "So you know Suzie?"

"Your social worker spoke to me when you were enrolled. I just wanted to let you know if there's anything you need, you can come to my office, any hour of the day. The door is always open."

My eyes drifted to her left hand, where she held a printed piece of paper. "That my schedule?"

"Yes, I have your cla.s.ses here."

"Then can I have it so I can go?"

She hesitated for a moment, trying to read me-probably wondering if she could push me enough that I'd crawl into her lap like some kind of pet.

Things might've been screwed up, but I still wasn't that kind of kid. In fact, I was pretty sure I'd forget her name by the end of the day.

I held out my hand and spoke slowly, like she was hard of hearing. "Can...I...please...go?"

She sighed and gave me the schedule. "Homeroom is in room 17."

"Yeah. Thanks."

I crumpled the paper and turned left toward the freshman wing. The school was a bit bigger than my last, but as Brandon had pointed out, I would be spending most of my time in semi-isolation. I supposed schools thought it was safer that way, so us freshmen could keep our innocence just a little bit longer.

Someone should have told them it was a lost cause.

The homeroom teacher looked me over with disinterest, smoothing her hair into her loose bun. "Alejandro Alvarez?"

"It's Alex."

"Fine, Alex. You may have a seat in the back."

She didn't give me a second glance after that, and for that matter, neither did anyone else. A few pairs of eyes slid over to me as I made my way to my chair, but then went right back to books, or to friends.

I slunk into my seat, spreading my hands out wide over the small desk and staring at them. My nails were clean-cleaner than normal-and less dirt seemed to have gathered in the creases around my knuckles. Maybe 'cause there was less soot in the air, away from the tracks that ran by my home.

Home. As unenthusiastic as I was about school, if I'd have been home, I'd have had people to reconnect with during this brief period. I'd have had gossip to catch up on, or rumors of my own to pa.s.s along. Here, I had nothing. As unenthusiastic as I was about school, if I'd have been home, I'd have had people to reconnect with during this brief period. I'd have had gossip to catch up on, or rumors of my own to pa.s.s along. Here, I had nothing.

I waited for a while, with both dread and hope, for someone to turn to me. But I couldn't look like I was expecting it, so I studied my hands until I'd practically memorized every pore and hair on the skin. No h.e.l.los, no ey cabrons ey cabrons, no flirting smiles-at least not that I could see while I avoided eye contact with these strangers. Every nameless, faceless person around me seemed content to let me keep my position as the outsider.

And I was fine with that. I really was. I didn't need them-or anyone, for that matter.

After about five minutes, I dug into my backpack and pulled out an old paperback-a required book at my old school. I didn't know if I'd need it here, but I was that f.u.c.king bored that I actually began reading.

Might as well have slapped a stamp on my forehead: I give up on being me.

Somehow, I got through the day, though not without a splitting headache. Most of the stuff I was studying was the same, but there were new a.s.signments, new testing schedules, and new papers to write. It felt like more work than I was used to, but that might've been because it was the first time I was worried I'd actually have to do do it. it.

My mom never really cared how I did in school. She hadn't minded when I was held back, and she didn't often make time for those parent-teacher conference things. The most I got was a sigh and an ay, papi, you should study more. ay, papi, you should study more. Her main concern was that I actually Her main concern was that I actually went went to school, 'cause cutting cla.s.s too many times could've gotten her in trouble. to school, 'cause cutting cla.s.s too many times could've gotten her in trouble.

But now I felt like there were at least three three freaking adults who were going to be breathing down my neck. I'd seen the sisters interrogating all the boys on their a.s.signments. Even though I was the only one in ninth grade, I didn't think they'd buy the "nope, no homework today," that my mom always had. And then there was Suzie, who'd come to see me the night before, telling me in her sickeningly soft-sweet voice that even though circ.u.mstances were difficult, I shouldn't lose sight of the fact that an education was just freaking adults who were going to be breathing down my neck. I'd seen the sisters interrogating all the boys on their a.s.signments. Even though I was the only one in ninth grade, I didn't think they'd buy the "nope, no homework today," that my mom always had. And then there was Suzie, who'd come to see me the night before, telling me in her sickeningly soft-sweet voice that even though circ.u.mstances were difficult, I shouldn't lose sight of the fact that an education was just so so important. important.

What would be worse, p.i.s.sing them all off, or actually doing the work?

There would have been an evil pleasure in getting them angry, to be sure, but it'd probably only make my situation worse. And it wasn't exactly like I had a life anymore, so what else was there to do but but homework? homework?

The internal debate raged on while Brandon and Dwayne traded their school-uniform navy pants and polos for jeans and t-shirts. I congratulated myself on keeping control of my thoughts as they changed, though I sort of slipped up afterward, staring out the window to watch them toss around the basketball in the backyard.

Brandon looked good sweaty. And if he got a little sweatier, he might even have to take off that shirt...

The small bodies of Andrew and Ryan suddenly burst into the room, chattering with the energy and excitement that only little kids still have.

"Ms. Loretta says it's your turn to help us with our homework."

I turned reluctantly from the window. "Are you f.u.c.king kidding me?"

Ryan's brows shot up to his clean-cut hairline. "Ooh, you said a bad word! I could tell on you."

I rolled my eyes. "Like you've never heard no one say that."

"Still a bad word," Andrew said, tugging his batman shirt down and puffing out his chest authoritatively. "And you could get in trouble."