Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
Chapter 2
                          
Alex
                          
“Get up, Alex.”
                          

I scowl at my little brother and bury my head under my pillow. Since I share a room with my eleven-and fifteen-year-old brothers, there’s no escape except the little privacy a lone pillow can give.
                          
“Leave me alone, Luis,” I say roughly through the pillow. “No estés chingando.”
                          
“I’m not fuckin’ with you. Mamá told me to wake you so you won’t be late for school.”
                          
Senior year. I should be proud I’ll be the first family member in the Fuentes household to graduate high school. But after graduation, real life will start. College is just a dream. senior year for me is like a retirement party for a sixty-five-year-old. You know you can do more, but everyone expects you to quit.
                          
“I’m all dressed in my new clothes,” Luis’s proud but muffled voice comes through the pillow. “The nenas won’t be able to resist this Latino stud.”

“Good for you,” I mumble.
                          
“Mamá said I should pour this pitcher of water on you if you don’t get up.”

Was privacy too much to ask for? I take my pillow and chuck it across the room. It’s a direct hit. The water splashes all over him.
                          
“Culero!” he screams at me. “These are the only new clothes I got.”

A fit of laughter is coming through the bedroom door. Carlos, my other brother, is laughing like a frickin’ hyena. That is, until Luis jumps him. I watch the fight spiral out of control as my younger brothers punch and kick each other.
                          
They’re good fighters, I think proudly as I watch them duke it out. But as the oldest male in the house, it’s my duty to break it up. I grab the collar of Carlos’s shirt but trip on Luis’s leg and land on the floor with them.

Before I can regain my balance, icy cold water is poured on my back. Turning quickly, I catch mi'amá dousing us all, a bucket poised in her fist above us while she’s wearing her work uniform. She works as a checker for the local grocery store a couple blocks from our house. It doesn’t pay a whole heck of a lot, but we don’t need much.

“Get up,” she orders, her fiery attitude out in full force.
                          
“Shit, Ma,” Carlos says, standing.
                          
Mi'amá takes what’s left in her bucket, sticks her fingers in the icy water, and flicks the liquid in Carlos’s face.

Luis laughs and before he knows it, he gets flicked with water as well. Will they ever learn?
                          
“Any more attitude, Luis?” she asks.
                          
“No, ma’am,” Luis says, standing as straight as a soldier.
                          
“You have any more filthy words to come out of that boca of yours, Carlos?” She dips her hand in the water as a warning.

“No, ma’am,” echoes soldier number two.
                          
“And what about you, Alejandro?” Her eyes narrow into slits as she focuses on me.
                          
“What? I was tryin’ to break it up,” I say innocently, giving her my you-can’t-resist-me smile.
                          
She flicks water in my face. “That’s for not breaking it up sooner. Now get dressed, all of you, and come eat breakfast before school.”
                          
So much for my you-can’t-resist-me smile. “You know you love us,” I call after her as she leaves our room.
                          
After a quick shower, I walk back to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. I catch sight of Luis with one of my bandannas on his head and my gut tightens. I yank it off him. “Don’t ever touch this, Luis.”
                          
“Why not?” he asks, his deep brown eyes all innocent.
                          
To Luis, it’s a bandanna. To me, it’s a symbol of what is and will never be. How the hell am I supposed to explain it to an eleven-year-old kid? He knows what I am. It’s no secret the bandanna has the Latino Blood colors on it. Payback and revenge got me in and now there’s no way out. But I’ll die before I let one of my brothers get sucked in.