Donna by V.C. Andrews

Author:V.C. Andrews
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Star

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Greg’s basket had been turned over, all the contents spilled onto the sand. Mateo sat there on his blanket, watching us approach.

He was eating one of the sandwiches Greg’s mother had made for us. He held it up and waved it before taking another bite.

“Delicioso, compañero,” he called, and laughed. He drank from a small bottle of what looked like tequila.

Greg said nothing. He knelt down, put his basket upright, and began to pick up his bottles of soda, water, and beer, along with the napkins that hadn’t blown away. His bag of chips had been opened and spilled onto the sand.

His rage and silence kept the others quiet, except for Mateo.

“You don’t think it’s funny? You cheated us, compañero. We didn’t say only Señorita Genius got to see your bare ass. You lost fair and square. We decided you forfeited your lunch to the winner. That the right word, Señorita Genius, forfeited?”

“No. Steal is the right word,” I said, and the others all moaned.

“Oh, boy. Not even mi padre calls me a thief, and he knows I take some beer and tequila,” Mateo said.

“That’s probably because he’s given up on you,” I said.

Mateo’s smile evaporated, as did the smiles on the others. Greg looked at me and smiled with pride.

“Maybe you really are too smart for yourself,” Mateo said.

“Maybe you should shut up,” Greg said, turning sharply on him.

For a moment, all anyone could hear were the sound of the waves and the screams of the terns. Then Greg closed the lid of his basket, and Mateo got to his feet.

“I changed my mind. Your mom’s food is only good for the birds.” Mateo tossed the sandwich toward the water, causing it to spill open and scatter on the sand.

Greg looked at it.

“Let’s just go, Greg,” I said.

He nodded. “I guess you were right again. I shouldn’t have pushed you to be friends with him.”

He began to take down our improvised tent.

“Where you going, compañero? You need a siesta already?”

“I’m not your compañero, Mateo,” Greg said, and completed rolling up the canvas.

I folded our blanket and put my damp cover-up in my beach bag.

“You can’t leave until you show these other girls your bare ass,” Mateo said. “That’s the deal.”

Greg lifted his basket and put the rolled canvas under his other arm. I picked up the poles. When we started away, Mateo stepped in front of us.

“Let ’em go,” Ernie called.

“Greg never went back on a deal until he started up with Señorita Genius,” Mateo said.

“I told you to stop calling her that,” Greg said. “Her name is Donna. Donna.”

“Yeah, well, thanks to you, she’s going to have a new name: Mexi-Ho,” Mateo said. He looked to the others for a laugh, just as Greg swung his picnic basket at him, catching him smack in the center of his chest. The blow dropped him on his butt.

For a moment, Mateo sat there stunned. Then, as we started away, he rose and reached out for Greg’s shoulder.

As Greg turned, Mateo

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