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breath is coming fast and she thrusts again, this time rolling her hips to the right. I press in harder with mine and force her hands to the floor again. At this point I’m just fucking with her.
    “I can’t do it, Lucky!” she says, still exerting fierce little Belén energy.
    “One more time!” I say and she pulls her feet in closer to her butt and thrusts, lifting her pelvis up. I roll off of her still holding her wrists. She ends up on top of me, our positions reversed. But instead of getting off, she lets go of my arms and then slaps me.
    “What the fuck?” I say, grabbing my face. I scramble to get her wrists and I roll this time, faster, yanking her under me. I’m back on top and she’s breathing so hard her chest is heaving. I can see her nipples through her sports bra and now my stupid cock is fully at attention.
    ‘Why’d you slap me, Belén?” I ask, all out of breath.
    “’Cause you deserve it! You’re an attacker,” she says, and I smile a little.
    “I’m gonna teach you how to really hit. You can’t go around bitch-slapping people.”
    I get her up against the wall and adjust my crotch.
    “Make a fist like this, Bey,” I say, holding my fist up to her face.
    She mimics my fist and hers is tiny. She puts both fists up like she’s ready to box me. She is not a tough girl at all and I almost start laughing.
    “Come up from underneath, just like this, toward my jaw.” I wrap my hand around her fist and guide it in an upper-cut to my face. Belén looks at me with so much trust that it guts me. Her eyes are wide, her cheeks pink, her hair messy. She chews on her lip while she traces the line in the air with her fist.
    “Go ahead, hit me.”
    “I don’t want to,” she says, looking frustrated.
    “Yes you do!”
    “I don’t want to, Lucky.”
    “Fucking hit me, Bey. I need to know that you can take care of yourself!”
    “No!” she says and I force her back hard. I grab her arms again and pin them to the wall. I don’t think we’re talking about hitting anymore; we’re talking about that kiss.
    I want to grab her chin and force her to kiss me again with all that she’s got. I want to shove my body against her and show her just how fucking crazy she makes me.
    But instead I lay my forehead against hers and the tips of our noses touch. I close my eyes and nod my head ever so lightly.
    “Game over!” I say and spring back from the wall. Belén’s face goes into shock as I simultaneously abandon all of the points of contact between our bodies.
    “I’m done!” I say and stride to my bedroom.
    I slam the door in case they don’t understand just how fucking done I am.

Chapter 8
    Belén
     
    I use a bristle brush and a little bit of gel to slick my hair up into a high ponytail, then work out the bumps by brushing it flat and pulling it tight until it’s all perfectly uniform. It’s two weeks until my birthday and I can’t wait.
    Luciano probably forgot and he won’t even show up to cut the cake at my party. He’s been avoiding me ever since the day he gave me the self-defense lesson and it felt like we might kiss again. He only sticks around if our moms force him. He doesn’t even want to fight with me. I guess he’s mad or he thinks it’s gross, that time when we really did kiss. But I don’t think it was gross—and I’ll never forget it.
    I know I feel guilty though, because when we went to church that Sunday, the day after it happened, I prayed for forgiveness and asked God to give me another chance. I promised him I’d remain pure until marriage. Kissing isn’t something I will ever take lightly. It made me feel like I’d have a heart attack when it was happening and then covered me with a layer of guilt so thick it took four candles, three Hail Marys and two rosaries to scrape it off. I guess that means the kiss was worth something.
    After I finish all of my homework, I flip aimlessly through the TV channels with my feet on the coffee table. Mami won’t be home