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THURSDAY AFTER SCHOOL WE SAT IN SAMUEL'S ROOM as his mother told him she was out for all of the weekend, working or something, and we decided we'd plan a party. I sat on Samuel's bed beside Omar, as we browsed through Samuel's phone, trying to make an event on Facebook for a party. "Listo. Ahí va," Omar said, as he handed the phone back to Samuel, who stared at it awkwardly, like a lost puppy. The idea of throwing a party was definitely making him nervous, that much was obvious.
"'Fiestuki' con 'K', tio? En serio?" I snorted at his reaction, giggling as Omar shoved me lightly. "Pues como habla la peña. Anda, deja de marear ya la perdiz y crea el evento de una vez, pesado. Cuándo volverá a estar tu madre fuera un sábado noche?" Omar questioned, and I laughed as Samuel looked at the pair of us, shaking his head in confusion at the guest list. The pair continued debating the event as Nano walked in, snatching the phone from Samuel.
"Hola, Omar. Hola, Little Italia." I rolled my eyes at his nickname for me, and the smirk that was present on his face, as Samuel shook his head. "Por qué la llamas así? Y qué estás haciendo?" He asked as Nano walked to the other side of the room. "Si no lo haces porque eres un cagón, ya lo hago yo por ti. A ver. Evento 'fiestucki', crear... creado. Ya está." I giggled as Samuel rushed to grab the phone. "Samuel, it's done, and I know you only care about one guest in particular. Don't worry, the fancy girl will come." He said, and Omar and I began teasing him, but he was too focused on a simple notification on his phone to care. Probably the fancy girl, which I'm assuming is Marina.
As the night got later and we sat around drinking beer and talking, it eventually was time to go home, and we went our separate ways. Once home, I texted Nano, reminding him I'd like my clothes back, and instead of a simple reply, he decided to call me.
"Yes?" I answered the phone abruptly, and he was silent for a moment. "Now now, Little Italia, don't get your panties in a twist." I could practically hear the smirk through the phone, and I shook my head. "How are you, princess?"
"You need to stop Nano. Stop flirting. You saying things like this is making your brother think something is going on. You can't use cute nicknames or whatever, even messing around, cause Samuel takes you seriously. And you most definitely, DEFINITELY, should not be talking about my panties." I heard a laugh as I finished my sentence, and I couldn't help the small giggle that left my lips at the sound of his laugh.
"Relax, my brother is fine. He's too worried about the fancy girl to care about what I'm saying to you." I groaned, realizing I wasn't going to win this battle, and he took that as his chance to continue. "I'm the DJ you know?" I stare at my phone in confusion. "What?" "At the party, so you better be ready for twerking." I shake my head as he giggles again, before wishing him goodnight and hanging up before he could argue. And soon enough I fall asleep.
The next morning, I wake up to my phone ringing. Confused, I pick it up from the floor and see that its Ander. "Morning, What's up?" I mumble, and immediately Ander speaks. "Guzmán le dijo a mi padre. Que fumo. Se lo has dicho?" I sit up instantly, rubbing my eyes to wake myself up. I begin to get ready, pulling my hair up in a bun as I brush my teeth, Ander continuing to explain the situation to me over the phone, telling me how Guzman had gone to his house and told his dad he was smoking, which led to his dad grounding him after finding hash and his grinder in his desk drawers. I sighed loudly, wondering what the hell Guzmán was thinking, and we decided we'd meet before school, to talk.
And so, twenty minutes later, we sat where we usually smoke, his head resting on my shoulder. "Who would have told Guzmán? I really thought it was you?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "Of course not, I know what an asshole he can be." I giggled, trying to lighten the mood, but Ander was still grumpy. I played with his hair as he ranted to me about how his dad only cared about tennis, and that was all that mattered. Anything that got in the way of tennis was evil, and anything else was irrelevant. "No one understands how much I hate tennis, I feel like I can't talk to anyone. Well, except you now Jay. I guess that makes you my best friend. I actually feel like I can tell you anything, and you won't judge me." "Of course not Ander, you're my friend. Friends love each other no matter what." I said, giggling slightly at the cringy words that left my mouth, before standing up. I take his hands, pulling him up too, before we begin to head to school, hands still intertwined. Of course, as soon as we arrived, people were staring, but neither of us gave a shit, we had each other's backs.
"Ander!" I heard Guzmán's voice echo through the hallway as he rushed to catch up to us. Once he reached us, he stared down at our hands, looking between the pair of us, before shaking his head. "Ander, puedes darme una oportunidad para explicártelo?" I let go of Ander's hand, nodding towards Guzmán, and they walk off together, leaving me to walk down the corridor, heading for swim class. I noticed both Nadia and Lú in the changing room, and I tried to avoid eye contact with the latter seeing as she was evil incarnate.
As we got changed, Lú, of course, spoke up, and I sighed as soon as she did. "So, first you and Christian. Then you try to take Guzmán. Then there's something with you and that riffraff from the party. And now, what, moved on to Ander?" I roll my eyes, not even acknowledging she spoke, which seems to aggravate her more. "Hello? Dear?" I smirked, turning to face her. "Ah, lo siento. No hablo inglés." I gave her a fake smile, and before she could speak again, I put my swimming cap on and headed out to the pool, hearing her call my name as I left. When I leave, I am met by the boys sitting on the sidelines. Clearly, they have just arrived too. I wink to Ander, who was sitting in between Polo and Guzmán, who he had forgiven, which was good. It's clear they are very close, almost like brothers, and I'm sure Guzmán had his reasons. Guzmán noticed my actions towards Ander, and nudged him slightly, clearly thinking something was going on, and I giggled slightly, waving at him.
As the whistle blew, all of us girls dived into the pool, racing to see who had the best times. We had to swim to the other end of the pool, and then swim back, and I was fairly confident I'd do well. And once I reached the side we started from, I noticed the boys were standing, watching me as I had beaten both Nadia and Lú, who came second and third respectively. I turned and high-fived Nadia, who then swam past Lú, a small smile on her face. I pulled myself up onto the side, taking off my swimming cap as both Guzmán and Ander high fived me, which seemed to shock everyone. Lú then angrily walked over, slightly shoving me as she dragged Guzmán to the side. Ander and I jumped back into the water, swimming up and down while the pair of them were talking until we heard Guzmán's raised voice.
"Que te follen, Lucrecia." I heard as Guzmán stared at Lú, no trace of the smile that was there just moments ago. He stormed off just as the coach blew the whistle, signaling that we needed to get changed to be ready for our next class. I headed into the changing room, changing quite quickly before pulling my hair up in a bun, heading into the class, where Ander and Christian already sat talking.
"Te voy a matar, tio." I heard Ander hiss, as the teacher continued talking. I sat next to Marina in this class, to the left of Christian, meaning I could just about hear what they were saying. "Pero que yo no he sido, te lo juro, tio. Para qué le voy a contar nada a ese, tronco? Coño! Si me tiene enfilado desde el primer día. Además, que yo no voy a contar nada de ti, tronco. Si eres mi colega, coño. Bueno, eres el único colega que tengo aqui, hostias." Christian responded, and I nodded in agreement, leaning forward so they could hear me.
"Tiene razón." I said, and Christian smiled. "See?" He was interrupted by a harsh shushing sound coming from the love of his life Carla, which made me and Ander giggle. "Se ha cancelado la boda." "Se ha retrasado un poco, eh? Pero va a caer." Christian responded, making me and Ander giggle again, and even Marina caught on and giggled slightly too. The bell then rang, and finally, it was the weekend. We headed outside, rushing to get out and head home, so Saturday would come quicker.
To say we were slightly excited would be an understatement.