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She turns to me. Chow mein juice drips from her mouth. Her face changes once again to one of fear.
“You keep calling me Nash,” I say. “Why do you keep calling me Nash?”
“Because that’s your name, Nash.” Her fear turns into delight. She starts laughing. “That’s your name! Nash, Nash, Nash!”
“You told me that my secrets are safe with you.”
“Yes, I did.”
“What are my secrets?” I ask. “The secrets you’re keeping safe. What are they?”
The woman waves her finger at me, like she’s telling me “no.” She says, “If I told you, then I wouldn’t be keeping them safe, would I?”
“Tell me!” I scream at her.
She moves her finger to her lips, like “shhhhh.” Then, she whispers, “You like to party. You really like to party.”
After saying that, she immediately gets on all fours again and runs away from me, disappearing into a thicket of bushes.
I start to go after her, but I notice Oscar, leaning against the wall, looking like he’s going to pass out.
He manages to say, “I’m trying to help you, bro. But I’m—what’s the word?—I’m squirmish.”
“Squeamish,” I correct him.
“Yeah. That too.”
“You okay?”
Oscar nods. “Yeah. I am now. What was that all about, Hunter?”
“I don’t know.”
And I don’t think I want to find out. But I know I have to.
18
Betrayal
Oscar and I stand silently behind 7-Eleven, but we keep a considerable distance from the dumpster and pile of chow mein. Our rapidly beating hearts begin to slow down.
We hear music. Oscar cocks his head. It’s the sameChucho Flash song that was playing from Victor’s car earlier. This time, it’s coming from the front of the store.Curious, Oscar starts walking, and I follow. He turns one corner and then another, and he sees something in the parking lot before I do, something that causes him to say, “What the fuck?”
I also turn the corner. I see Victor’s car. Once again, all the windows are rolled down, and indeed that same song is coming out of the speakers.
Victor dances on one side of the car, like before. On the other side, Blanca is twerking again, but this time her ass is scraping across the crotch of Davey Fitzsimmons, a junior on my track team who has a reputation for having sex with a lot of girls. People call him Davey “Fuckboy” Fitzsimmons.
Davey cups one of Blanca’s breasts. She lets him.
I’m not looking at Oscar right now, but I can feel the heat and the anger coming from him.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Oscar yells at Davey.
Davey backs up, a smirk on his face.
Blanca looks at Oscar like he’s insane. “What you doing here, Oscar? And what are you screaming about?”
“You let this bitch rub his dick on you?!”
