friends leaning toward him, their eyes wide with curiosity. âWhat did she say?â
Carlos fell into his chair, still in a daze. âShe likes my hair.â
âShe wants you, dude!â Pulga raised his palm and high-fived him. âSo youâre really not gay?â
Not that again. âShut up!â
Pulga responded with a huge smile. âWell, you had me worried,
pendejoâ
âSo are you going to e-mail her?â Toro asked.
Only Playboy failed to share their enthusiasm. âDonât waste your time,â he told Carlos. âSheâs a nine-point-eightâout of your league.â
âLay off!â Toro punched Playboy in the shoulder. âThatâs a crappy thing to say.â
Playboy shrugged. âWell, itâs true.â He turned to Carlos. âYou really think Roxy is going to give it up to you just because your queer little boyfriend gives you a fag haircut?â
Pulga rested a hand on Playboyâs shoulder. âHey, ease up, man.â
But Carlos wasnât fazed. Salâs encouragement and Roxyâs words had fortified his determination. Calmly, he looked Playboy in the eye. âWell ⦠at least Iâm not snot.â
Toro and Pulga gaped at Carlos in astonished admiration. Had he really stood up to Playboy? Then they burst out laughing.
Playboyâs eyes narrowed at the three of them. âScrew you, losers!â
But Carlos no longer felt like a loser. He chomped happily on his chicken nuggets, feeling like the luckiest boy at Lone Star High. After lunch he grabbed Sal and told him about Roxyâs compliment.
âCool!â Sal clapped him on the back. âHey, have you been cleansing your face? Itâs already looking better.â
âNo lie?â Carlos rubbed a hand across his chin. âHey, can you and Javier come over again Saturday?â
âSure.â Sal nodded. âI can. But Javi works on Saturdays. He only took the day off âcause I asked him to help you.â
Carlos hadnât realized that.
âGot to go,â Sal said as the bell rang. He started to walk away, then whirled around. âCrap, I forgot to tell you: Harris approved the GSAâthanks to your little ACLU speech. You are
The Man!â
Carlos beamed. Not only did he no longer feel like a loser, he almost felt like a champion.
Thirty
S ATURDAY APPROACHED, AND Carlos debated what to do about visiting his pa. He hadnât really missed seeing him the previous weekend, and he didnât much feel like seeing him the coming weekend. But heâd feel like a creep to tell him that. Instead, he put off saying anything till his pa phoned Friday evening.
âMiâjo,
are you coming over this weekend?â
âUm â¦â Carlos gripped the phone, his palms damp. âIâm land of busy.â
âLook â¦â His paâs voice became stern. âIâm not going through this each weekend. You call me when you decide you want to come over again. Okay?
Adios.â
The line cut off. And as Carlos had predicted, he felt like a creep.
Saturday morning when Sal showed up, Carlos asked him, âCan you, um, help me write Roxy an e-mail?â
Even though she surely got a million e-mails a day and would never answer, heâd decided to give it a shot. But in order to send e-mails, the Hot-or-Snot website required a user to first post his or her own profile and photo.
Carlos and Sal worked on his description. It started out easy:
Six feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes â¦
But then he got stuck. âWhat else?â
ââNice smile,ââ Sal suggested.
âYou donât think itâs too yellow and dingy?â
Actually, it did seem a little brighter since heâd cut out cola drinks like Sal had recommended and started brushing twice a day like he was supposed to.
âType it,â Sal ordered, and Carlos did. Then Sal suggested, ââHot
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