Back to Me. Earl Sewell
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Название: Back to Me

Автор: Earl Sewell

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781408995686

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СКАЧАТЬ find a job and get on your feet, but I know Herman isn’t going to let Martin live here. I wouldn’t dare ask him to agree to that.”

      “Yeah, Mom, I like that idea,” I chimed in, agreeing with the solution Aunt Raven was offering.

      “Hell no!” My mother flat out refused the offer. “I wouldn’t go back to living under the same roof with you if I were blind, crippled and crazy.”

      “You can’t live out of a damn pickup truck, Salena!” Aunt Raven barked.

      “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do! See, that’s your freaking problem, Raven. You’re too damn bossy.”

      Aunt Raven tossed her hands up. “I’m done. Talking common sense to you is pointless.”

      “So, you don’t want me living in the pickup truck, right?” my mother asked.

      “No,” answered Aunt Raven as she removed a glass from the cupboard. She filled it with crushed ice from the refrigerator, then with water. “Your lifestyle isn’t of concern to me. I am worried about Viviana, though.”

      “Okay, then help me out, for Viviana’s sake,” my mom said.

      “I’m trying to. Lord knows that I am,” answered Aunt Raven.

      “Help me out by giving me a loan,” my mother said.

      “You still owe me two thousand dollars, Salena. I’m not giving you any more money,” Aunt Raven said.

      “That’s not a lot of money for you.” My mother didn’t give much weight to being in debt to her sister.

      Aunt Raven took a drink of water and then just stared into her glass. There was a long moment of silence.

      “Get your things, Viviana. We’re not welcome here,” said my mother.

      “Viviana isn’t going anywhere. And for the record, I never said that she wasn’t welcome here,” Aunt Raven said.

      “No. Viviana is coming with me and Martin to Louisiana,” my mother insisted.

      “Viviana needs to go to school,” Aunt Raven said. “And she can’t do that with a registered address being a pickup truck.”

      “She can worry about school later,” said my mom.

      “Salena, do you even understand what you’re saying?” asked Aunt Raven.

      “What? Are you trying to say that I don’t take good care of her?” My mother growled her words like a lion.

      “No, you don’t. You’ve moved around so much that Viviana hasn’t earned enough credits to move into her senior year of high school. If you keep moving around like this, she’s going to end up being kicked out of high school because she’ll age out of the system. A seventeen-year-old sophomore isn’t acceptable. She needs stability. She needs a place to call home.”

      “If she gets kicked out, she can take the GED test. It’s not a big deal.” My mother pointed her index finger at Aunt Raven.

      “Don’t put your finger in my face,” Aunt Raven warned her.

      There was another moment of silence. Finally, Aunt Raven spoke. “Viviana, you should go upstairs.”

      “Why?” I asked, not wanting to leave. I looked at my mother to see if I should excuse myself or stay put.

      “Run along, Viviana,” my mom said. “Raven and I need to work this out.”

      “You’re not going to get into a fistfight, are you?” I asked.

      “No,” they both said simultaneously.

      “Okay, I just wanted to make sure,” I said, getting up from the table. As I made my way back upstairs, I saw Aunt Raven pick up her cell phone. I paused for a moment to see who she was calling. I eavesdropped on the conversation.

      “Hello, Mom. It’s me, Raven. Salena has surfaced,” I heard her say.

      Two

      MAYA

      After watching Viviana rush out of the house like a two-year-old having a temper tantrum, I went up to my bedroom. I couldn’t believe she had missed most of her junior year of high school and had to repeat it. I know it wasn’t totally her fault, but it still didn’t stop me from thinking she wasn’t all that bright of a student. I also wasn’t feeling the idea of my mom wanting to let her stay. I wanted Viviana to leave. The longer she stayed around, the more I got a bad feeling something crazy was going to jump off.

      I closed my door and grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand, where it was recharging. I saw that I’d received several text messages, and hoped at least one of them was from Misalo. When I checked, I found that there were several photos of shirtless male friends I knew. I shouldn’t really call them friends, since they were just guys from the neighborhood that both Misalo and I hung out with. One shirtless photo had a message that read, Maya, I didn’t know you were so freaky. Heard you broke up with Misalo. Hit me back, Bobby.

      There was also a photo of Hector, wearing only his boxer shorts. In the photo he was trying to flex his scrawny biceps muscle, which had a tattoo of a skull. His message read, I can give you all of this and a lot more. Misalo was stupid for letting a super freak like you go. Come see what it feels like to be with a real man, baby. The final one was from a boy named Bailey, who was on the soccer team with Misalo. He forwarded a photo of his pierced tongue. His message read, I have front row tickets to the Lil Wayne concert. What are you willing to do for them? Frustrated and ticked off that they were doing this, I shot them all text messages back that read, Oh, hell to the no! I wouldn’t date you if you were the last idiot on the planet! Now leave me alone!

      I heard a knock at my door. “Go away!” I said. Whoever was there clearly didn’t understand English, because I saw the door creep open. “Hey, I said get the hell—” I didn’t finish, because I saw that it was my best friend, Keysha. She was wearing blue jean shorts, a white tank top and some cute sandals. She also had a cute pink scarf covering her damp hair. Keysha worked part-time as a lifeguard at the pool, and liked to cover her hair at the end of her shift.

      “I didn’t tell you to enter,” I said condescendingly.

      “Whoa, where is this hostility coming from? I came over here to see how you were doing,” Keysha said defensively.

      “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I’m just in a really funky mood.”

      Keysha came in and closed the door. “I think your mom is talking to her sister. And did you know that Viviana is blocking the steps, looking like she has to send a late text to her boyfriend?” she asked.

      “Huh?” I was completely confused by what Keysha was saying.

      Chuckling, Keysha said, “It’s something I overheard. Some guys were at the pool, boasting about how many girls they’d slept with. One of them said, ‘I love having sex, so I use latex so that my girl won’t send me a late text.’ It was the dumbest thing I’d ever heard, but Viviana has a look on her face like she needs to send a late text.”

      “Please! СКАЧАТЬ