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It's
been really nice between me and Miguel. I
can't think of any other guy I've ever
felt so comfortable with. We can talk
about anything, but it also feels like we
are much more than good friends. He's so
cute and his eyes are so sexy. He has the
most beautiful smile. When he smiles his
whole face shines. Also I just love it
when he puts his arm around me. Not grabby
or rough, like some boys who hold you like
they have to show the rest of the world
that you "belong" to them, or something.
But with Miguel, it is just nice. He
totally respects me and I appreciate that
he has not put any pressure on me to get
into this heavy sexual thing right away. I
know he cares about me and we're just
talking our time. So everything has been
really cool with us, but then, today,
after school, something really awful
happened...
Miguel
and I were walking past the entrance to
the school parking lot. Miguel doesn't
have a car and it had just started to rain
, but we were cool. And it wasn't coming
down that hard or anything. Anyway, we
were on our way to the bus stop when these
friends of Miguel's pulled up next to us
in their car. Actually it's Victor's car
and Alessandro and Juan were in it too.
They asked us if we wanted a ride. Miguel
and I looked at each other and said,
"Sure." Me and Miguel got in the back seat
with Juan (Victor and Alessandro were in
the front seat) I sat in the middle. They
had the radio on to a Spanish music
station. It was loud but I liked it.
Victor said that they were going to stop
at a music store first, if that was okay.
Miguel asked me if I was in a hurry to get
home and I said no. So we stopped at
Straws (you know, the place that Kyle
works) and no way was I going to get out
'cause I was not interested in seeing
Kyle. Victor and Alessandro got out and
Miguel stayed in the car with me. Juan
seemed to really be into the music on the
radio, and he didn't seem to want to get
out either. Miguel and I were talking and
laughing, then Miguel noticed that we were
parked next to a Quik Stop and he
remembered that they had run out of milk
at his house right after breakfast. He
said that his mom had left for work before
he and his little brother Ray got up so
she probably wouldn't know that they
needed milk. He said he was going into the
Quik Stop to buy milk so Ray could have
some when he got home from school. He
asked me if I wanted to come with him, but
by then it was raining pretty hard and I
really hate the way my hair looks when
it's wet. So I told him that I'd just wait
for him in the car.
I
wish I had gone with him, 'cause as soon
as he left, Juan put his hand on my thigh
and said, "I think you're hot." I asked
him what the hell he was doing and he
pulled me toward him and started to kiss
me! I couldn't believe what was happening.
I pushed him and told him to cut it out.
Then he got a pissed off look on his face
and grabbed my breast. I pushed him again
and told him to "Stop!" and he said,
"What's the matter, girl? It's not like
you're a virgin or anything." I told him
he was a pig and I opened the car door,
but he quickly reached over me and closed
it again. Then he pushed me down on the
seat and held me down. I was so scared,
but I was mad too. So I kicked him as hard
as I could to get him off of me.
Everything was happening so fast. The car
windows were pretty fogged up but I could
see Miguel running through the rain toward
the car. "Miguel's coming, you pig!" He
straightened himself up and put his hand
on my shoulder, like a claw and he
whispered through his teeth, "Say a word
and I'll tell Miguel you came on to
me."
The
next minute Miguel opened the car door and
Juan started bopping to the music as if
nothing had happened in the five minutes
he was gone. It was like some crazy dream.
Miguel got in the car, rain was dripping
from his hair. He was carrying a grocery
bag. "I bought some chocolate chip
cookies, Dee. Want one?"
"No
thanks," I whispered.
Miguel
put his arm around me.
"Are
you all right?"
Although
I didn't turn around, I could feel Juan
looking at me. Waiting to hear what I'd
say. I felt so confused. I really wanted
to tell Miguel what happened but I didn't'
want to risk losing him because of some
disgusting lies that Juan would make up. I
took a deep breath.
"I'm
fine." I lied.
Miguel
touched my cheek, softly. "Are you sure,
you don't want a cookie?"
I
shook my head.
That's
when Juan spoke up, "Hey, Miguel, if she
doesn't want one, how about
me?"
"Sure,
amigo." Miguel said, and handed him
the whole bag.
Amigo?
Does that mean friend? If Miguel only knew
that Juan was no friend of his.
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