Perfect Chemistry

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  Other students are gathering around us, leaving room for a fight that is sure to be fast, furious, and bloody. Little do they know Burro Face is a runner. This time hes got backup, though, so maybe hell stay to duke it out. Im always prepared for a fight, been in more of em than I can count on my fingers and toes. Ive got the scars to prove it.

  "Colin, hes not worth it," Brittany says.

  Thanks, mamacita. Right back at ya.

  "You threatening me, Fuentes?" Colin barks, ignoring his girlfriend.

  "No, asshole," I say, staring him down. "Little dicks like you make threats. "

  Brittany parks her body in front of Colin and puts her hand on his chest. "Dont listen to him," she says.

  "Im not afraid of you. My dads a lawyer," Colin brags, then puts his arm around Brittany. "Shes mine. Dont ever forget that. "

  "Then keep a leash on her," I advise. "Or she might be tempted to find a new owner. "

  My friend Paco comes up beside me. "Andas bien, Alex?"

  "Yeah, Paco," I tell him, then watch as two teachers walk down the hall escorted by a guy in a police uniform. This is what Adams wants, perfectly planned to get my ass kicked out of school. Im not falling into his trap only to end up on Aguirres hit list. "Si, everythings bien. " I turn to Brittany. "Catch ya later, mamacita. Im looking forward to researching our chemistry. "

  Before I leave and save myself from suspension on top of my detention, Brittany sticks that perky nose of hers in the air as if Im the scum of the earth.

  CHAPTER 7 Brittany

  After school Im at my locker when my friends Morgan, Madison, and Megan come up to me. Sierra calls them the Fairfield M-factor.

  Morgan hugs me. "Oh my God, are you okay?" she asks, pulling away and examining me.

  "I heard Colin protected you. Hes amazing. Youre so lucky, Brit," Madison says, her signature curls bouncing with each word.

  "It wasnt a big deal," I say, wondering what the rumor is in contrast to what really happened.

  "What exactly did Alex say?" Megan asks. "Caitlin took a picture on her cell of Alex and Colin in the hallway, but I couldnt make out what was going on. "

  "You guys better not be late for practice," Darlene yells from the end of the hallway. Just as quickly as Darlene appeared, shes gone.

  Megan opens her locker, which is next to mine, and pulls out her poms. "I hate the way Darlene kisses Ms. Smalls butt," she says under her breath.

  I close my locker and we walk toward the practice field. "I think shes trying to focus on dance instead of obsessing about Tyler going back to college. "

  Morgan rolls her eyes. "Whatever. I dont even have a boyfriend so she gets zero sympathy from me. "

  "No sympathy from my end, either. Seriously, when is that girl not dating someone?" Madison asks.

  When we reach the practice field, our entire squad is sitting on the grass waiting for Ms. Small. Phew, were not late.

  "I still cant believe you got stuck with Alex Fuentes," Darlene says quietly to me as I find an open spot beside her.

  "Wanna switch partners?" I ask, although Mrs. Peterson would never allow it. She made that crystal clear.

  Darlene sticks her tongue out in full gross-out mode and whispers, "No way. I never go slumming on the south side. Mixing with that crowdll get you nothing but trouble. Remember last year when Alyssa McDaniel dated that one guy . . . what was his name?"

  "Jason Avila?" I say in a low voice.

  Darlene does a little shiver. "In a matter of weeks Alyssa went from being cool to being an outcast. The south side girls hated her for taking one of their guys and she stopped hanging with us. The confused little couple was on an island all alone. Thank God Alyssa broke up with him. "

  Ms. Small walks toward us with her CD player, complaining about someone moving it from her usual spot and thats why shes late.

  When Ms. Small tells us to stretch, Sierra nudges Darlene over so she can talk to me.

  "You are in big trouble, girl," Sierra says.

  "Why?"

  Sierra has "super" eyes and ears; she knows everything going on at Fairfield.

  My best friend says, "Rumor has it Carmen Sanchez is looking for you. "

  Oh, no. Carmen is Alexs girlfriend. Im trying not to freak out and think the worst, but Carmen is tough, from her red-painted fingernails all the way down to her black, stiletto-heeled boots. Is she jealous Im Alexs chem partner, or does she think I reported her boyfriend to the principal today?

  The truth is I didnt report him. I got called into Dr. Aguirres office because someone whod seen the parking incident and witnessed our confrontation on the steps this morning reported it. Which was ridiculous because nothing happened.

  Aguirre didnt believe me. He thought I was too scared to tell him the truth. I wasnt scared then.

  But I am now.

  Carmen Sanchez can kick my butt any day of the week. She probably practices with weapons, and the only weapon I know how to use is, well, my pom-poms. Call me crazy but somehow I doubt my poms will scare off a girl like Carmen.

  Maybe in a word war I would make a good showing, but definitely not in a fistfight. Guys fight because of some primal, innate gene that makes them prove themselves physically.

  Maybe Carmen wants to prove something to me, but there is seriously no need. Im no threat, but how do I let her know that? Its not like Im going to go up to her and say, "Hey, Carmen, Im not going to make a move on your boyfriend and I never reported him to Dr. Aguirre. " Or maybe I should. . . .

  Most people think nothing bothers me. Im not going to let them know something does. Ive worked too long and hard to keep up this facade and Im not about to lose it all because some gang member and his girlfriend are testing me.

  "Im not worrying about it," I tell Sierra.

  My best friend shakes her head. "I know you, Brit. Youre stressing," she whispers.

  Now that statement worries me more than the idea of Carmen looking for me. Because I try really hard to keep everyone at a distance . . . not really knowing what its truly like to be me or what its like to live at my house. But Ive let Sierra know more about me than everyone else. I wonder if I should back off from our friendship sometimes, to make sure shes kept at arms length.

  Logically, I know Im paranoid. Sierra is a true friend; she was even there when I cried last year about my moms nervous breakdown but never revealed the reason. She let me cry it out, even when I refused to give her details.

  I dont want to end up like my mom. Thats my biggest fear in life.

  Ms. Small has us get in formation, then plays the custom music made for our squad by the music department while I count off. Its a mixture of hip-hop and rap music, specially mixed for our routine. Weve titled our routine "Big, Bad Bulldogs" because our team mascot is the bulldog. My body hums to the beat. Thats what I love about being part of the squad. Its 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.

  "Ms. Small, can we try starting in the broken T position instead of the T position like we previously practiced?" I say. "Then go into the low V and high V combos with Morgan, Isabel, and Caitlin moving to the front. I think itll look cleaner. "

  Ms. Small smiles, obviously pleased with my suggestion. "Good idea, Brittany. Lets try it. Well start in the broken T position, elbows bent. During the transition I want Morgan, Isabel, and Caitlin in the front row. Remember to keep your shoulders down. Sierra, please make your wrists an extension of your arms instead of bending them. "

  "Yes, maam," Sierra says from behind me.

  Ms. Small plays the music again. The beat, the lyrics, the instruments . . . they all seep into my veins and lift me up no matter how low I feel. As I dance in sync with the other girls, I forget about Carmen and Alex and my mom and everything else.

  The song is over too quickly. I still want to move to the beat and the lyrics when Ms. Small turns off her CD player. The second time
around is better, but our formation needs work and some of the new girls are having a hard time with the steps.

  "Brittany, you teach the basic moves to the new girls and then well try it as a group again. Darlene, you lead the rest of the squad in reviewing the steps," Ms. Small instructs as she hands me the CD player.

  Isabel is in my group. She kneels down to take a drink from her water bottle. "Dont worry about Carmen," she says. "Most of the time her bark is worse than her bite. "

  "Thanks," I say. Isabel looks tough, with her red Latino Blood bandanna, three eyebrow rings, and hands always folded on her chest when shes not doing the routines. But she has kind eyes. And smiles a lot. Her smile softens her harsh appearance, although if she put a pink bow in her hair instead of a red Latino Blood bandanna I bet shed actually look girly. "Youre in my chemistry class, arent you?" I ask.

  She nods.

  "And you know Alex Fuentes?"

  She nods again.

  "Are the rumors about him true?" I ask carefully, not knowing how shes going to react to my prying. If Im not careful, Ill have a long list of people who are out to get me.

  Isabels long brown hair moves as she talks. "Depends on which ones youre referring to. "

  As Im about to rattle off the list of rumors outlining Alexs drug use and police arrests, Isabel stands. "Listen, Brittany," she says. "You and me, well never be friends. But I have to tell you, no matter how much of a jerk Alex was to you today, hes not as bad as the rumors. Hes even not as bad as hed like to think he is. "

  Before I can ask another question, Isabel is back in formation.

  An hour and a half later, when were all exhausted and crabby and even Ive had enough, were dismissed from practice. I make a point of walking over to a sweating Isabel and telling her what a good job she did today on the routine.

  "Really?" she asks, looking surprised.

  "Youre a fast learner," I tell her. Its true. For a girl who never tried out for poms the first three years of high school, shes caught on to the routine really fast. "Thats why we put you on the front line. "

  While Isabels mouth is still open in shock, I wonder if she believes the rumors shes heard about me. No, well never be friends. But I can tell well never be enemies, either.

  After practice I walk to my car with Sierra, whos busy texting her boyfriend, Doug, on her cell.

  A piece of paper is tucked under one of my windshield wipers. I pull it off. Its Alexs blue detention slip. Crumpling it up, I shove it into my book bag.

  "What was that?" Sierra asks.

  "Nothing," I say, hoping she gets the hint that I dont want to talk about it.

  "Guys, wait up!" Darlene yells, running up to us. "I saw Colin on the football field. He said to wait for him. "

  I look at my watch. Its almost six and I want to get home to help Baghda make my sisters dinner. "I cant. "

  "Doug texted me back," Sierra says, "Hes invited us for pizza at his house. "

  "I can come," Darlene says. "Ive been so bored now that Tyler is back at Purdue and I probably wont see him for weeks. "

  Sierra is still texting away. "I thought you were gonna visit him next weekend. "