The Lovely Reckless by Kami García Page B

know the answer.
    â€œGirls from the Heights don’t usually come to the street races.”
    â€œAbel is one of my best friends, and he was in trouble. It’s not like I had a choice.” A second too late, I realize the way it sounds. “Not that there’s anything wrong with where you race.”
    â€œYou had a choice. Most people won’t have your back if it means putting their own ass on the line. Trust me.”
    â€œI don’t have many real friends.” The words tumble out. Perfect. She probably thinks I sit alone at a huge table in the cafeteria every day.
    â€œMe neither.”
    The bell rings, and Mrs. Hellstrom issues last-minute instructions as chair legs scrape and students bolt out the door. I close the photocopied packet of other people’s private thoughts and stuff it in my backpack.
    Cruz tucks her pen in the pocket of the painted-on jeans that manage to look cool on her, instead of like she’s trying too hard.
    I follow her out of the classroom, expecting her to ditch me. Instead, she falls into step beside me. “So what’s the deal between you and Marco?”
    Is it that obvious?
    â€œThere’s no deal.”
    â€œHe doesn’t stick his neck out for just anyone.”
    â€œHis sister is in my group at the rec center. He probably wanted to make sure her tutor didn’t get kidnapped.” It’s pretty much the same answer I gave Lex, and from the look on Cruz’s face, she isn’t buying it, either.
    Cruz owns the hallway. Guys stare and girls move aside. A jock wearing a Monroe Soccer T-shirt and a Tag Heuer watch that’s worth at least nine hundred dollars checks out Cruz instead of paying attention to the cheerleader batting her lashes at him.
    The jock grins at Cruz, and she gives him the finger. “Guys from the Heights are assholes.”
    All of a sudden, it feels like I’m standing on the wrong side of enemy lines. But the truth is, lots of guys from the Heights are arrogant, selfish, and entitled. Noah was an exception. “You’re right. Most of them are.”
    â€œYou don’t have to agree with me to avoid an awkward moment. I can deal with awkward. It’s bullshit I can’t handle.”
    â€œI’m not that nice anymore.”
    She sizes me up and watches the activity in the hallway at the same time. She would make a good cop. “Now that we’ve established this is a bullshit-free zone, there’s really nothing going on with you and Marco?”
    â€œHe’s not my type, and I’m probably not his, either.” I sound like my six-year-old cousin when he can’t have something and he says, Then I don’t want it anyway. “I’m not going to jump in bed with him just because he’s hot.”
    â€œMost girls do.” It sounds like she’s stating a fact. “But you think he’s hot?”
    â€œThat’s not what I meant.” Especially now that I know Lex wasn’t exaggerating about his reputation.
    â€œIt’s what you said.”
    â€œI’m not going to be Marco Leone’s flavor of the week, and I don’t want a relationship with anyone.”
    She flashes a smug smile when I say the word relationship .
    â€œNot that I think Marco is relationship material.”
    Cruz’s smile fades. “You would be surprised.”

 
    CHAPTER 13
    ONE-EYED CAT
    When Lex drops me off at the rec center after school, the three shirtless basketball players are already standing against the wall. They’re wearing different nylon basketball shorts and leather high-tops, but otherwise they look exactly the same.
    â€œHey, princess. You’re back.”
    â€œCome on over here and say hi.”
    One of them flicks his tongue at me. “We missed you.”
    Gross.
    They blow me kisses and I ignore them, taking the steps two at a time.
    Inside, Sofia sits perched on Miss Lorraine’s chair behind the counter. Miss