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August 5

I was sitting at the back of the bus today, watching the old retarded couple making out (like usual), thinking about Cindy, when Georgina got on the bus. As soon as I saw her stupid clown face, I really wished I had begged my mom for at least another hour to let me borrow the car so I could visit Sebastian. I tried to act like I didn’t see her and pretended to text but, of course, she sat next to me.

“Hey, fat ass.”

“Hola, Little Payasa.” She really hates it when I call her that. So I do it as often as I can.

“Look at those two retards. How nasty. People like that should never ever make out. It’s so freaking gross!”

I told her she was an idiot and not to say things like that because that was mean, and how does two mentally challenged people loving each other affect her, but talking Georgina out of being an idiot is like making carnitas out of chicken—unnatural. Luckily my stop came by quick, and I was able to leave her behind just as she was beginning to ask about Cindy.

“So how is your prego…”

I made an unkind gesture with my middle finger and stood up.

When I got off the bus, Sebastian was already waiting. He had been gone for a few days with his family on a vacation to Mexico, Mazatlan or somewhere like that near the beach, so he was ultra tan. Right away I knew he was upset.

“Oh my God! I just talked to Cindy!”

“Did she tell you?”

“Yes!”

“Can you believe that shit?” He shook his head and I said, “Well, she’s gone and done it now, and it sucks big hairy ass. But—she wants to keep it. I was there the day she told her mom. For moral support, you know, but it went bad. Really bad. Her mom almost beat the shit out of her. Slapped her hard across the face and asked me to leave. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to leave her, but her mom went crazy and was yelling at me to go home, and I was afraid that she’d hit me too, so I booked it and left.”

We kept going on like that the whole two blocks to his house. When we got there, we locked ourselves in his room. We talked about Cindy forever, and then I finally asked him about his trip. He told me about all the cute boys he saw. His dad let him drink beer with him because apparently in Mexico there is no legal drinking age. Even embryos enjoy a beer with their tacos, he said. I wonder what that would look like? Hmmm. We kept on talking about Mexico and about his grandma who is hilarious and an awesome cook. Sebastian told me about how close he felt to his dad now and that he thought that he would tell him about being gay and that he was sure he would understand. I’m not too sure about that. His dad may be cool with him because they threw back a few beers, but his dad hates gays. I know. I’ve heard him say it. His exact words were, “I hate pinches jotos.” I didn’t tell Sebastian though, because I thought it would hurt his feelings. Even if I told him, he would say something like, “It’s different because it’s me. I’m his son.” Yeah, I don’t think that would be the case. We talked some more about school and how excited (and nervous) we are that this is our last year and our plans for the future and blah blah blah. It was getting late so I had to leave. He walked me to the bus and waited with me. We heard a car screech to a stop and turned to see what had happened. There was a homeless looking guy on his bike weaving across the street towards us. It was my dad. Luckily the bus showed up before he saw me.