Chapter Fifty-Two

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“You are a fucking miracle worker, you know that?” I said to Mia a few minutes later as we walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs.

“Yeah, I know,” Mia laughed. “Just remember, you owe me!”

“Whatever, girl,” I grinned, rolling my eyes at her as she walked away. “Okay Jamie,” I went on, turning to her. “Now just…find Vince, and ask him to… Well, ask him to take you out and show you his car again or something. He never gets tired of showing it off…you’d think it was a Diablo or something.”

“Diablo?” she asked, looking at me kinda strange. “His car’s a devil?”

“No…” I groaned. “Lamborghini. You have heard of those, right?”

“Oh…yeah, I think so…” she said slowly as we walked into the kitchen. “Hey, I’m hungry.”

I just looked at her. “You sure ‘bout that?”

“Yep,” she nodded.

“Okay,” I said, pulling her over to the pantry. “Here’re some crackers…you should be able to eat them okay.”

“Oh, look!” Jamie cried, interrupting me. “There’s Vince! God, could he be any hotter?”

“Well…”

“Do I look okay?” she asked, flicking her hands through her hair.

“You look fine,” I reassured her. “Mia does good work. Never be able to tell you were puking your guts up just twenty minutes ago…”

“Okay, I’m gonna go talk to him,” she said, starting to walk away from me.

“Wait, hold up…” I muttered, pulling on one of her belt loops to keep her there. “Don’t leave without your crackers. You’re hungry, remember? And no more beer! Just water. Okay?”

“Right,” she echoed. “Water. Okay.”

She took her crackers and walked over to where Vince was sitting in the dining room, and I went out into the living room to see about kicking someone’s ass on the Nintendo.

“So, you wanna go one on one?”

“You need to update your shit, Miguel,” I laughed, not even looking away from the tv screen. “’Cause that line ain’t gonna get you anywhere…”

“I meant the game…” he said, sitting down next to me on the floor.

“Sure you did, man.”

“So…you gonna let me get in there?” he smirked, leaning over me.

I just looked at him, rolled my eyes, and threw the second controller at him. Unfortunately, he caught it - I’d been hoping it’d smack him in the face or something.

“Damn, girl…” Miguel groaned, almost two hours later, after I‘d kicked his ass on every racing game Dom owned. “Do you have to be so fucking good at everything that has anything to do with cars?”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Actually, I do. You know, you should just be glad we didn’t have any money on this…”

“Whatever…” he said as he stood up. “Hey, I’m gonna take off…Hector’s havin’ some people over tonight. You wanna go, get some food or something?”

“Nah, man…I’m just gonna chill here. Wait for Leon, see if anyone else is dumb enough to want to play me.”

“Okay then, I’ll see ya at school Monday I guess,” Miguel said before turning and walking out the door.

I shut off the Nintendo, got up, and walked over towards the kitchen, thinking I‘d check on Jamie. Never got there, though, ‘cause Dom reached out and grabbed me around the waist as I walked by, pulled me into the dining room.

“He never quits, does he?” Dom asked, leaving his arm around me.

“Yeah…Miguel loves to rag on me…” I said, leaning against him.

“What?” Dom laughed. “He’s into you…he’s flirting with you.”

“Yeah, right,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“He is flirting with you,” Dom insisted. “I should kick the shit out of him…’cept it’d be a waste of time ‘cause he wouldn’t know what I was doing it for...”

“Oh, come off it, Dom,” I laughed. “It’s just Miguel… And even if he were really into me - which he totally isn’t - nothing would happen. We’re just friends. And we were just talking.”

“Talking…yeah, right. That’s not all he was doing…”

“Yeah, he was also getting his ass kicked at Nintendo…”

“That’s not what I meant, Letty, and you know it,” Dom sighed. “I just wish we didn’t have to hide any more.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said quietly, running my hand down Dom’s side. “Me too. But it’s almost over…Julie should be having that kid any day now, right?”