Yoshi shakes his head. “It’s the first week of school, and she’s already missing classes, typical Dani.”
“It’s good that she’s smart and can catch up superfast.”
“Yeah.”
Licking my ice cream, I notice Yoshi staring at me as if waiting for something.
“Rochi, you know you can trust me?” he asks, and I know where this is going. “You don’t have to deal with things alone.”
I exhale sadly. “I know, it’s just . . . I’m so disappointed in myself, and I don’t want to disappoint anyone else.”
“You could never disappoint me.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
His eyes look at me expectantly. “Trust me. Maybe talking about it will help you feel a little better.”
There’s no easy way to say it, so I just say it, straight out. “I lost my virginity.”
“What?” Yoshi almost spits his ice cream in my face. “You’re kidding, right?”
I tighten my lips. “No.”
“How? When? With who? Shit, Raquel!” Indecipherable expressions cross his face. He gets up and throws his ice cream aside. “Shit!”
People are starting to stare, so I get up and try to calm him down. “Yoshi, it’s okay.”
“With who?” His face is red, the veins visible in his neck and forehead. “You don’t even have a boyfriend. Tell me who it was!”
“Keep your voice down!”
Yoshi grabs his head and turns his back on me to kick a trash can. Okay, that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.
“Yoshi, you’re overreacting. Calm down.”
He runs a hand over his face and turns to me. “Tell me who he is, so I can beat the hell out of him.”
“This is not the time to act like the jealous, overprotective big brother.”
He laughs sarcastically. “Big brother? You think this is the reaction of a big brother? You’re so fucking blind.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
He looks at me and a thousand things seem to be going through his mind. “You’re blind,” he says in a whisper. “I need to get some air. I’ll see you around.”
And he’s gone, just like that, leaving me speechless. Melted ice cream rolls down the waffle cone in my hand and drips to the ground. What the fuck just happened?
Tired and confused, I head home.
It’s Saturday, and it’s my turn to clean.
Grumbling, I refer to the to-do list my mother gave me. I’ve almost done everything, only my room is left, so I turn on my computer and play music to motivate me to tidy up. I open my Facebook and leave it open because, now that I don’t have a phone, it’s become my only means of communication.
I’m listening to “The Heart Wants What It Wants” by Selena Gomez while I tidy up my mess. I pick up the air conditioner control and use it as a microphone to sing the words. Rocky turns his head to the side, and I kneel in front of him, singing to him.
“You’re crazy!” my mother shouts from the door. “That’s why it takes you so long to clean up! You have the poor dog traumatized.”
“You always ruin my inspiration,” I mutter, getting up. “Rocky is delighted with my voice.”
“Hurry up and get your dirty clothes and bring them to me, I’m going to do the laundry today,” she orders, before leaving.
Pouting, I look at Rocky. “She still doesn’t recognize my talent.”
“Raquel!” Mom yells at me from the stairs.
“I’m coming!”
After I bring her my clothes and finish with my room, I sit down in front of the computer. I go to my Facebook messages, and I’m surprised to find a message from Dani and one from Ares. He and I aren’t friends on Facebook, but I know he can still message me. My stupid heart races and my stomach fills with butterflies. I can’t believe he still has that effect on me despite what happened.
I open his message, nervous.
Ares: Witch.
Really? Who says hello like that? Just him. Curious to know what he has to say, I answer curtly.
Me: What?
He takes a while, and I get more and more anxious.
Ares: Stop by my house when you can.
So he can use me again? No, thank you, I want to write back, but I don’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing how bad he made me feel.
Me: You’re crazy. Why would I do that?
Ares: You left something here.
Me: I told you I don’t want the phone.
Ares sends a photo.