Simone Elkeles - [Perfect Chemistry 03] Read online

  Soccer tryouts are today and tomorrow after school. Soccer wasn’t a popular sport at Flatiron High, but at Fairfield it’s obviously big because everyone is talking about it. Even some of the girls talked about watching the tryouts.

  I don’t see Nikki until the end of the day, in chemistry. She’s standing at the lab table across from me. “What’s up?” I say.

  She doesn’t respond.

  “Marco didn’t mean what he said this mornin’.”

  “Yes, he did. You guys are all alike. Leave me alone.”

  “Why does Nikki hate me so much?” I ask Derek.

  He laughs. “Nikki hates every guy who reminds her of Marco. You’re Mexican, he’s Mexican … and worse, you’re friends. ’Nuff said.”

  “So she goes for guys like Hunter instead?”

  He shakes his head. “Don’t ask me. I’m having enough troubles with my own relationship; the last thing I want to do is try to analyze someone else’s.” Derek and I start getting our lab station ready while we wait for Peterson’s instructions. “You ever have a girlfriend?” he asks me.

  “Not a serious one—nothin’ that lasted more than a couple of months.” I dated a girl when I lived in Mexico, but her parents didn’t like me. They said they didn’t want their daughter running with some poor dude. I bet if her parents knew I was living back in the U.S. they’d be pissed we broke up. Getting a one-way ticket to the States without sneaking across the border like a fugitive is like winning the lottery.

  “A bunch of us are gonna watch you at soccer tryouts,” Mariana says to me as she leans across the lab table. “I hear you’ve got moves.”

  Nikki snorts.

  “Table one, I hear talking!” Peterson yells from across the room. “Do you four want a detention, because I have some detention slips in my desk collecting dust. You know how much I hate dust.”

  After the final bell rings, Derek and I head for the locker room. During tryouts, the social divide is blurred. The coach puts Marco and me on the same team and we dominate. The other side can’t even score. Justin Dougan, who happens to be our goalie, pushes me from behind when I get close to our net to block a ball.

  “What the fuck, Dougan. If you haven’t noticed, we’re on the same team.”

  “Oops,” he says sarcastically, then holds out his hand so anyone watching would think he’s about to help me up.

  I whack his hand away. “Were you born a prick?”

  “Shut up, Fuentes. We might be on the same team, but we’ll never be in the same league.”

  Derek stands beside me. “Dougan, get over yourself.”

  “It’s cool,” I tell Derek, and ignore Dougan the rest of the time.

  At the end of practice, all the guys walk to the hot dog place a block away from school. Derek has been preoccupied the entire walk over. He pulls out his cell phone and starts texting the minute we get our food and sit down.

  “You been datin’ Kendall a long time?” I ask him.

  “Since this summer,” he says. “She doesn’t trust me. She thinks I’m gonna cheat on her or find someone else if we go to different colleges.” He grabs a fry. “I love her, you know. I can’t even see myself with anyone else.”

  “Does she know you’re in it for the long haul?”

  “Shit, Luis, I tell her all the time. Nikki’s been putting negativity and doubts in her head ever since we started going out. Don’t get me wrong … I think Nikki’s cool, but she thinks we’re all out to screw as many girls as possible. I wish she had a boyfriend so she’d loosen up.” He nods in my direction. “Would you date her?”

  I think of Nikki’s feisty attitude mixed with her delicate vulnerability that intrigues me to no end. She’s also crazy beautiful with a body that has inspired more than a few fantasies. I’m afraid if I dated her, I wouldn’t want to let her go. I’d have to, though. I have a long-term plan, and it doesn’t include being tied down to a girl.

  “So, would you date her, or what?” Derek asks again.

  “I’d go out with her,” I admit.

  “I’m supposed to have Kendall come on my boat next weekend. You should come with us … I’ll have her bring Nikki.”

  “Nikki won’t go if she knows I’m gonna be there,” I tell him.

  “Leave that up to me.”

  A kid I don’t know walks past us. “Hey, Ben!” Derek says.

  The kid gives a half wave as he heads to the game room off to the side.

  “That’s Ben Cruz, Nikki’s brother,” Derek explains. “He’s a freshman and is completely antisocial if you’re not into gaming.”

  “Gamin’, huh?” I say.

  “Yep.”

  I wander into the game room after I finish eating and most of the guys have left.

  Ben is playing some alien shooting game when I walk up to him. He’s in the zone and doesn’t look up until the game is over.

  “You’re Nikki’s brother, right?” I ask before he slips another token in the slot.

  He looks at me, then goes back to playing the game.

  “I’m Luis Fuentes,” I tell him.

  He starts shooting aliens. “I know who you are. You’re Alex’s brother.”

  “How’d you know?”

  He shrugs. “Photographic memory, I guess.”

  Gamers love when you speak their language. “You ever play World of Warcraft?”

  “Of course.”

  “They’ve got some sick graphics.” I had played WoW, but the free trial period ended and there was no way I could afford the monthly fee. “Awesome game,” I tell him.

  When he finds out I’ve played WoW, his entire face lights up. “I’ve been playing for two years,” he says. “I’m designing my own adventure game with awesome graphics and levels just like Warcraft. Nobody really cares except gamers.”

  “I’ll bet it’s cool.” I definitely appreciate strategic computer games.

  “I’d show it to you …” He hesitates. “But you probably don’t want to come to my house.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’m a geeky freshman and you’re a senior who hangs with the tough kids and jocks. On top of that, I heard my sister telling her friends that you’re a jerk.”

  Marco yells out, “Yo, Luis. We’re goin’ over to Juan’s house to hang out. Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

  Ben stiffens as soon as Marco’s voice bellows through the air. The poor kid is scared shitless of Marco. Is it because of Nikki? Or did Ben and Marco have a problem in the past?

  “I’m gonna stay here,” I tell Marco.

  He laughs. “All right. But when you get bored playin’ with the geeks, call me.”

  Ben pretends not to hear the insult. We talk about online games versus traditional arcade games. It doesn’t take long before Ben insists I come to his house so he can show me the new game he’s developing that would mix the two. The kid is more excited than I would be if I got a Camaro.

  When I follow Ben up the driveway of his house, it’s hard not to be impressed. Inside, each room is decorated in weird patterns and colors. They have a computer room decorated in a jungle theme complete with a stuffed tiger in the corner.

  Ben has a superhigh-tech computer with a huge monitor that looks like a television screen. I bet the whole thing cost close to four Gs.

  Ben explains how to play the game he’s designing. I choose to be a dragon slayer and my mission is to battle the badass dragon who’s guarding my princess. In the middle of my battle, the dragon freezes. Ben takes the controller from me.

  “I need to fix that bug,” he says. I try and help him, although computer coding is not my strong suit.

  “What are you doing here?” Nikki asks me when she walks into the computer room.

  “Playin’ video games with your brother.”

  “He’s a freshman,” she says.

  “So? Luis’s a gamer,” Ben tells her proudly. “Just like me. Us gamers have to stick together.”

  Nikki sneers at me. “Luis is not a gamer,
Ben.” She huffs in frustration and storms out of the room.

  “Be right back,” I tell Ben, then I follow Nikki. She’s heading for the stairs, but I grab her elbow and force her to look at me. “What’s your problem?”

  “I don’t like you.”

  “You haven’t even given me a chance.”

  She laughs. “I don’t need to. You’re too cocky for your own good.”

  “It’s a cover-up for my extreme insecurity when it comes to you. Maybe if we kissed it would prove whether we have chemistry or not.”

  “Just one kiss?”

  I nod. “You don’t know what you’re missin’.”

  She closes the space between us and, before my brain has time to contemplate what’s about to happen, Nikki grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head to hers so our lips are just barely touching.

  Talk about an adrenaline rush.

  “Do you kiss with just lips?” she whispers, then brushes her lips against mine. “Or do you spice it up a bit?” Her tongue darts between my lips in a slow, sensuous rhythm that sends images of us together in a more intimate setting rushing through my head.

  I keep my hands at my sides, letting her control this. That means I’m in control of myself, even if she’s controlling the kiss. I know she’s fucking with me, making me all hot and bothered just to dis me after.

  I’ve got this. In fact, I think she’s the one losing control.

  “I definitely like to spice it up.” I glide my tongue against hers. It’s hot and wet and feels fucking incredible. A small moan escapes from her mouth that I swear sounds like, “Oh, Luis,” and that’s where I lose it.

  Nikki is an adrenaline rush just being herself. I pull back and cup her flushed cheek gently in my palm.

  We just stare at each other. “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “Lookin’ at you. We got major chemistry, don’t we?”

  “Nope.” She doesn’t break eye contact, probably wanting me to look away first. When I don’t, she steps away and a huge, cocky grin crosses her face. She tsks and shakes her head. “Sorry, Luis, but you need a little practice. Your tongue action was a bit awkward. I mean, it wasn’t all bad. You have potential, but obviously we’re not compatible.”

  As I’m standing there stunned, I’m thinking that this girl is a witch and not an angel. She’s definitely put a spell on me, and I’m practically panting, ready to beg her for the chance to do it again—now. That wasn’t just fun, and my tongue action is anything but awkward. I’ve had fun with other girls. Lots of ’em. Nobody has complained before.

  When I looked into her eyes, and her eyes were locked on mine, there was something there. It was undeniable.

  Nikki wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “Don’t you dare tell anyone we kissed.”

  Why, because I’m a poor Mexican and after Marco the only guys who are worthy of her have fifty-dollar bills they wave around like pieces of scrap paper?

  Ben walks in the room and asks, “What were you guys doing?”

  Nikki says “Nothing” at the same time I say, “Your sister and I were just makin’ out.”

  16

  Nikki

  Sometimes things are better off forgotten. The fact that I kissed Luis is one of them. So it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be … and in reality I can’t stop thinking about doing it again. But he doesn’t need to know that. All week during school I’ve managed to avoid talking to him, which is great. Except it takes a lot of energy to avoid someone you can’t help but notice.

  Sunday mornings I volunteer at the animal shelter near my house. When I get there, the manager, Sue, tells me that a new dog named Granny came in this morning.

  “She’s blind,” Sue tells me, and my heart breaks a little. “Bulldog. Probably around nine or ten years old. Her elderly owner died, and nobody in the family could take the dog.”

  I’ve seen old dogs die in their cages at the shelter, because few people want to adopt a dog only to pay the higher medical costs older dogs usually have. On top of that, people don’t want to adopt a dog that won’t be around much longer.

  “Where is she?” I ask.

  “Cage thirty-three. You can walk her, then start cleaning out the west side cages.”

  I immediately go to cage thirty-three. Granny is lying down in the corner with her head on the ground.

  “Hey, girl,” I say as I unlock the cage.

  She picks her head up when I pet her, and leans into my lap. I learn pretty quickly that Granny likes her tummy rubbed. I take her for a walk, leading her to the open grassy area in the back so she can sniff around.

  I walk the other dogs, but the entire time I’m thinking about Granny. I go back to her cage to give her tummy rubs five more times.

  “I’ll come back tomorrow to check on Granny,” I tell Sue during my break.

  “You’re not on the schedule.”

  “I know. But I noticed her bowl was full. I hand-fed her. If she doesn’t eat tomorrow, I’ll help her.”

  Sue rolls her eyes. “She’ll eat, Nikki. Healthy dogs don’t starve themselves.”

  “Depressed ones do,” I say back. “And she’s depressed.”

  “Too bad we don’t have the budget for a dog therapist, huh?”

  “You’ve got me, though,” I tell her.

  I spend the rest of the time handling the other dogs until I leave the shelter and head home for a shower.

  When I pull into my driveway, Kendall is already waiting for me. She stares at the mud stains on my jeans. “Are you full of doggie germs?”

  “Yep.”

  She holds her hands up. “Ugh. Don’t touch me. I’ll wait outside while you take a shower. Hurry!”

  We’ve had plans for a while to go on Derek’s boat in Fox Lake. It’s not actually his boat, it’s his parents’.

  Twenty minutes later I run out of the house all showered and ready to spend the rest of the day relaxing and tanning on the boat.

  “So …,” Kendall says. “Want to elaborate on what’s going on between you and Luis since ‘the kiss’?”

  I’d called Kendall after our kiss and told her everything. “Nothing. You know I just made out with Luis to prove a point to myself … and to him.”

  “And that point is …”

  “That I can kiss a guy without getting emotionally involved.”

  “And how did that work out for ya?”

  I look out the window. “I’m not as emotionally immune as I want to be. I’m just glad we’re going out on the boat so I can clear my head. I don’t want to get involved with anyone, Kendall. Especially someone like …”

  “Like Marco?” Kendall says, finishing my sentence.

  “Yeah. I can’t do that.”

  Kendall shrugs. “What if Luis is different, Nik? What if he likes you, and you like him, and it’s all good?”

  “It doesn’t work that way. You love Derek, and Derek loves you, but you guys still have problems.”

  “I’m going on the boat today, aren’t I? I’m trying to live in the moment instead of obsessing about our inevitable future.”

  “And that’s what you think I should do?”

  After the forty-minute drive, she pulls into the gravel driveway. “I think you should be happy. You’ve been punishing yourself for two years, Nikki.”

  “I don’t want to get hurt again.” I smile and give her a hug. “I love you for wanting me to be happy, though.”

  Kendall was there after I lost the baby. She listened to me cry hour after hour, day after day, night after night, until I had no more tears left. When I needed her to talk, to just say anything to get my mind off of what had happened, she came through for me. She talked about everything and nothing until her throat was sore. And when I didn’t want to talk, we sat silent for hours. She bought me ice cream and Hallmark sympathy cards with encouraging words on them, and told me one day my heart would heal even if my body was scarred forever.

  “Just try to have fun, okay?” We walk around Derek’s la
ke house and head for his private pier.

  “Hey, girls!” Derek yells from the boat. “You’re late.”

  “Nikki had to wash dog germs off her,” Kendall tells him. For the first time in a week, Kendall wraps her arms around Derek and gives him a kiss. I’m glad things are better between them, even though I admit I have my doubts.

  I’m shocked to see Luis sitting on the bow wearing nothing but a pair of long swim shorts, revealing naturally tanned washboard abs and a thin line of hair, which extends from his navel and disappears beneath his swim shorts, which ride low on his hips.

  Whoa. I hate that I’m tempted to stare.

  “Who invited you?” I ask.

  “Obviously not you,” he says.

  “Give the guy a break,” Derek chimes in as he sits in the captain’s chair.

  “Don’t think this is a date,” I tell Luis quietly as he offers a hand to help me in the boat.

  Luis furrows his brows. “Who said anythin’ about a date? I didn’t say anythin’ about a date. Yo, Derek, did you say anythin’ about a date?”

  “Actually, you did. You said you wanted to ask Nikki out, but were too chickenshit to do it.”

  “Well, this is turning out to be an interesting afternoon. Luis, nothing is going to happen between us. We kissed. It was awkward. It’s over.”

  Luis smacks his lips together and winks. “Whatever you say, mi chava.”

  “Stop calling me that.”

  “Uh-huh,” he says dismissively.

  Derek starts the boat and soon we’re flying over the water. Derek and Kendall are by the wheel, and Luis and I are up front. I sit across from Luis instead of next to him, mainly because I’m afraid I’ll grab on to him for dear life when we jump the waves. I love boating, but I like going slow. Unfortunately Derek doesn’t have that same philosophy. I hold on to the side rail and pray we don’t capsize.

  I glance at Luis. He’s looking down, fascinated, as he watches the water crash against the side of the boat. He’s definitely enjoying the ride.

  When we ride over the bumpy wake of another boat, I close my eyes and grip the rail tighter.

  “Are you afraid?” Luis says over the roar of the engine. He’s suddenly at my side. I can feel the heat of his body next to mine, and I’m tempted to reach for him to hold me. I open my eyes and look around as the scenery whizzes by.