Prizefighter en Mi Casa by e.E. Charlton-Trujillo

Author:e.E. Charlton-Trujillo
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780375890949
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2007-12-11T05:00:00+00:00

I was almost to my locker when Jo yanked me from behind and pulled me into the restroom. I dropped my books all over.

“What?” I asked all freaked out.

“Everybody’s talking and you don’t call us, your best friends?” asked Jo.

Mary Alice leaned against the sink.

“Call you about what?” I said. “I just come to school—”

“Mexican, you were out with him last night,” said Jo.

“So…?”

Jo’s mouth dropped like I made some huge mistake like when I got her new Diamondback lowrider banana seat run over by the garbage truck.

Mary Alice swallowed softly and said, “He killed a little boy in Mexico.”

My mouth dropped. “What?” I asked.

“It’s true. The kid was like ten and he killed him,” said Jo.

“Right,” I said.

“I’m not playing you, Chula,” said Jo.

“Okay, how do you know?” I asked.

“What?” Jo said, shocked.

“Pues, you’re the news flash. How do you know?”

Jo looked at Mary Alice.

“Your mom told my mom before he even came,” said Mary Alice. “And she told me this morning, so I’d stay away from your house.”

I shook my head. “No way,” I said. “She would’ve told me. She wouldn’t let him in the house if he did something like that.”

I started picking up my books.

“Thanks, Jo. My algebra folder’s soaked.” I stood up, wiping my folder off on my jeans. “Can we go now?” I asked them.

“Chula, even you said you never seen nothing like him, right?” asked Jo.

“Yeah,” I said.

“That even your abuela said he was dark as Death,” Jo said.

The warning bell for first period rang.

I shook my head and went to the door. “Stop it already. You’re not gonna scare me,” I said. “Look, believe what you want. But he’s not like people say. I don’t know how to tell you different.”

“Whatever,” said Jo, heading out the door.

Mary Alice followed her.

All morning, all I could think about was what Jo said. It didn’t make no sense. How could he kill a boy and be like he was to me?

At lunch, I put up my tray and went over to Richie’s table. The guys looked at me like I was some kinda zombie.

“What do you want?” Richie said annoyed.

“I gotta talk to you,” I said.

“Talk to me later,” he said keeping face with the grinning dumb-heads.

I leaned down. “Talk to me now or I’ll tell them how you messed around with that ugly girl over the summer.”

He shoved me away and thought about what I said. Then he got up.

“What?” said Richie.

“Jo said something to me earlier. About El Jefe.”

“This is why you’re bugging me? ’Cause of girlie talk?”

“Ay, I just wanna know if it’s true,” I said. “Did Mama tell you El Jefe killed a boy?”

“Hey, Richie,” said Raul. “We’re going out back to…” And he squeezed his fingers like he was puffing on a joint.

“I gotta go,” said Richie to me.

I grabbed his arm. “Richie, come on, don’t be all stupid, just tell me.”

“Pues, he kill a lot of people, Chula. I don’t know. I gotta go.”

He cut between the tables and went out the double doors.

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