Chapter Sixty-Seven

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“You gonna stick by me?”

“Maybe….”

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“Fine,” Mr. Garcia barked into the phone before hanging it up and turning back to the class. “Leticia! Come here and bring your things. Apparently there are more important things for you to do than discuss Hamlet. Or at least the office thinks so. You’ll have to get today’s notes from someone later. I certainly can’t take the time to go make you a copy now. Come on, hurry up. You’re wasting my time.”

“Oh, shit…” I muttered to myself as I shoved my binder into my backpack, wondering what the hell I’d done to get called to the office this time.

“What’s going on?” Jamie mouthed at me as I walked past her desk.

I shrugged, whispering back, “No clue…”

“We don’t have time for your dilly-dallying, Leticia,” Mr. Garcia said, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently. “Go on, go. Get out.”

Luckily, I made it out into the hall before I bust out laughing. “Dilly-dallying?” I thought to myself, “That man is just too much.”

Slowly, I headed towards the office, still trying to figure out what I’d done. For once, I had absolutely no clue.

“Oh, Leticia,” Mrs. Shepherd said as I walked into the office. “Good. We don’t want you to miss your appointment, do we?”

“Appointment?” I echoed, not sure what the hell she was talking about.

“That’s right,” she nodded, her voice dropping. “For your female problems…”

“What the fuck?” I thought to myself. “If Mia made me another gynecology appointment without telling me…”

“Oh, don’t worry, dear,” Mrs. Shepherd cooed. “I’m sure you’ll be fine…nothing to worry about. Is this your first time going?”

I nodded, mutely, trying to look like I wasn’t dying inside.

“Oh, you precious thing… Now, just remember to relax, and you’ll be fine. Maybe you’ll even have a cute doctor, hmm? Wouldn’t that be nice? Now, here’s your pass, and I think your ride should be waiting outside… And just remember, if you are…well…expecting…there are people here who care about you and want to help you.”

I took the pass from her and slowly walked out to the front of the school, anger building inside me. Dom’s car pulled up a few minutes later, and I climbed in.

“I’m going to kill your sister,” I started, before I’d even gotten the door shut behind me. “Who the fuck does she think she is, making me an appointment with a gynecologist? And then not even telling me about it! And then telling Mrs. Shepherd what the appointment is for! I swear, the old bat’s hoping I’ll get molested by the doctor or something… Not to mention that now she thinks I’m pregnant! I can just see it, there’ll be a note on the whiteboard in the faculty room within an hour, if there isn’t one already… ‘Leticia Gonzalez is pregnant, so please be considerate of her special needs in this difficult time.’ or some shit like that… And where is Mia? She does this to me and then doesn’t even have the decency to show up so I can yell at her?”

Dom just let me go - he knows better than to try and stop me when I get worked up about something.

“Where are we going?” I asked a few minutes later, when we got on the freeway. “The clinic’s in the other direction…unless you’re not gonna make me go to the appointment…”

Dom just started laughing. “Letty,” he said, looking over at me, “there’s no appointment. You’re not going to the doctor. I just used that as an excuse to get you out of school…”

“Well…” he replied, ducking his head and looking at me from the corner of his eye, like a little boy who knows he’s in trouble. “Mrs. Shepherd asked, and it was the first thing I could come up with…”

I had to laugh at that. “The first type of doctor you could come up with was a gynecologist? Guess we know what you were thinking about… So you pulled me out of school just so we could go somewhere and fuck? Couldn’t wait till I got home? Where are we going, anyways?”

“No, that’s not the reason I pulled you out of school,” Dom said, rolling his eyes at me.

“Oh,” I sighed, actually a little disappointed. “So what’s up?”

“We’re going to celebrate,” Dom said, reaching over to wrap his hand in mine.