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Chapter 21

      Swinging our intertwined fingers back and forth, I lean into his arm and he offers me a bite of his ice cream,

"Maybe we should have watched a different movie."

"Why? You scared?"

"Scared? " He scoffs. "More like bored. Was the movie supposed to suck?"

"I think so...it's popular for the bad acting."

"Doesn't make sense."

My phone buzzes.

I'm here

I halt, pulling Marcus to a stop. "She's here?"

"Who is?" He peaks at my phone. "Who's Marisol?"

"My cousin." I sent a quick text, she probably meant to text that to someone else.

"The one who gave you the scar on your arm because she bet you couldn't climb a tree?"

"No. The lesbian." I answer her call and hear music blasting in the background.

"Ohh," Marcus says.

"Hey, bitch. Where are you? Don't tell me you're still getting ready." I hear the sound of a door opening and closing.

"What are you talking about? I'm out with Marcus."

Marcus gives me a puzzled look.

"Wait, where are you?"

"At your apartment, duh."

"My apartment?"

"Yeah...at the party."

"Party?"

"You seriously don't know what I'm talking about?"

"No..."

"You guys still haven't worked it out?" I can imagine her squinting.

I take my keys out and speed walk to the car as Marcus tries listening in.

"No...not really."

"He's throwing a pre-graduation party. How are you not here?"

"I haven't been home for a couple of days," I turn my car on.

"Like a week," Marcus interjects and I put her on speaker as I drive out of the parking lot.

"Is that Marcus? He does sound hot."

"He is," I smile and he shines his teeth.

"I'll be there soon."

       I feel my palms sweaty as I rub them on my denim pants, I inhale the minty vapor of nicotine and it doesn't help calm my rapid heartbeat.

"You look nervous," Marcus glances at me as he parks on the fifth floor of the parking garage. "Is it because he didn't invite you to a party at your apartment?"

"I guess," I shrug taking out an eyeliner. I haven't seen Lucas since the double date almost two weeks ago, which makes me even more nervous.

"You look pretty," Marcus comments as we step into the elevator and I give him a quick kiss.

"Thanks, babe."

The elevator doors open to the loud music and people are either half-naked or making out against the wall. Drinks are in people's hands and a disco ball hangs from the ceiling, everything looks like a mess.

I find Marisol sitting on a couch that wasn't there with Fiona on her lap. They're wearing matching red and black outfits. I see Lucas first, he's sitting next to them wearing an all-black slim-fit outfit and his hair is styled more than usual. He's always looked better in black.

Rosa giggles at something Lucas whispered in her ear, and I find myself smiling. They look...happy.

"Primo!" Marisol jumps throwing her arms up and his eyes snap to me. Lucas visibly swallows and I look at Marisol as she stumbles her way to us.

"Here," she gives me her cup and I gladly take it. "There's no reason for me to be drunker than the hosts."

"Mari, this is Marcus." I introduce them and she smiles at me wiggling her eyebrows and whispering not so quietly. "He's tall. You got a good one."

"And this is Fiona, her..." I look at Marisol and she shakes her head. "Girlfriend."

Marisol text's me nearly every day about proposing to her, always pitching proposal ideas and wanting to wait for the right moment. "Haven't you watch any movies," I tell her. "Theirs no perfect time."

Everyone around us starts jumping screaming the lyrics, "Tú no ere' bebecita, tú ere' bebesota!"

The living room soon turns into a crowded mess of bodies pressing together, dancing and singing to Bad Bunny's lyrics.

Rosa starts dancing on Lucas's lap and I think about hiding in the bathroom to slap myself into focus and give myself a "You're with Marcus" talk when Fiona shoves a bottle in my hands.

My throat heats up with the liquor and I show Marcus who opens his mouth, I lean onto his shoulders to pour it in.

We move to the music and Rosa pulls Lucas in with her to the middle between the four of us, everyone cheers them on as she slides her hands over him then turns around to shake her ass on him and I look away.

I circle my arms around Marcus's shoulder, interlocking my fingers behind his neck. He leans in and our lips meet.

Turning around I look to see a girl with two buns on her head, one dark pink and the other black. I carefully pour the vodka into her mouth and she turns to her friends they come like little puppies wanting treats as they cheer each other on.

They have to be freshmen.

Something attacks me and I look down to see Rosa hugging me, her hair is frizzy and one of her fake eyelashes is lifted. I laugh as she points at her open mouth, she looks like a beautiful gaping fish.

I pour a little in then she pulls Lucas to me, he looks like he wants to run away.

With a slight tip of my head, he steps closer to me, I hold the bottle and he hesitantly opens his mouth. His Adam's apple slides up and down as he swallows the liquor. I glance at the droplets on his chin and I turn around, I'm with Marcus.

Sliding my hand along the wall, I've lost count of how many times I've opened a door only to find people having sex. We're defiantly going to have to sanitize everything tomorrow.

The only people left are those who are sprawled out on the floor, too drunk to go.

I open my bedroom door to quickly slam it shut, "Sorry! I didn't see anything."

The door rips open, "She won't stop crying!" Fiona's eyes are wide in panic. "I don't know what to do."

"Arlito!" I hear Marisol shout from my bed and I almost slam into Fiona to embrace her, she wraps her arms tightly around my waist. I take a blanket covering her half-naked body, It looks like Fiona could only get her in pajama shorts.

"Why did my dad have to leave me!" She wails into my stomach.

"Shit," I hug her head.

"He...he was so mean to my mom. She doesn't think I remember, but I do!"

I glance at a teary-eyed Fiona, I don't think she knows this part of her.

"He was a fucking borracho and now I'm one too," she sobs.

"No. You're nothing like him--we're nothing like our fathers. They are weak men and you're the baddest and gayest bitch ever."

She sniffs looking up at me and wiping her eyes. "I am," she half-chuckles. "I am the saddest and gayest and so are you primo because I love you."

"I love you too," I caress her head and she hugs me.

"I love that we're both gay," she breathes.