I am super exited about this installment of HS because we get to meet a new person.
The walk back to my home was silent and moist. As I climbed up the plateau to my little apartment, I couldn’t shake Damian DeLuca’s face from my mind. His very presents irked me. He was only coming to ‘help’ because it was his punishment for getting too cozy with his daddy’s secretary. He, like the rest of the DeLuca family were a bunch of liars. Just helping others for the public image, looking for their names in papers. My thoughts were jarred by a pair of speeding headlights rushing in my direction. I smelled burnt rubber of the car that looked more expensive than my life.
reeeet-reet-reeeet the car skidded to a halt just before it killed me. My breath caught in my throat and I saw my short life flash before my eyes. Who the heck did this guy think he was- driving as if he owned the streets of Chanal.
Enraged, I stalked to the driver’s side of the car and knocked on the tinted window. I know that this wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but I was mad. First my school got busted by some stupid earthquake, Natalia and Angelo’s dad probably wont be able to use his leg for the next million years, now this lunatic is behind the wheel of a zillion dollar car trying to assassinate me. I knocked on the tinted window once again and the driver lowered it smoothly.
“mira por donde usted conduce, maníaco” watch where you drive, maniac! I ranted at the careless driver. Then I remembered that this wasn’t America, I didn’t know the traffic laws here. Still, I stood my ground; I was mad and I was going to let somebody know.
The driver looked forward, as if I was beneath him. But then he stared right at me, eyebrows raised, pompous look on his face, he said,
“es éste su camino?” Is it your road? He sassed. His accent wasn’t genuine, like it was mixed with a few others.
“No.” My cheeks burned. What was this guys deal?
In the dark of the Chanal streets, all I could make out were the sharpness of his features, and the new car smell radiating from his car. The man put his face into the dim light of the street lamps and said, “mira por donde caminas. watch where you walk. He had a presenting scowl on his face, and his features were influential. His cocky eyes were squinting at me, staring me down. His eyebrows were arched, as if was expecting something more. And his mouth was pulled into a pompous scowl, as if I he was accusing me of the worlds crimes.
Who did this guy think he was? I took a breath to yell at him, but then stopped just as fast. By the look of his car, and the gold watch that was glinting on his wrist, this man looked like he had friends. Big strong friends that could make me ‘disappear’ without a second glance.
“Lo siento.” sorry I muttered, swallowing my pride.
“que está bien” it’s all good he said dismissing me and looking back onto the road before him.
I took an awkward breath and strode away, not looking back. It was crystal clear that this guy had his own problems, LOTS OF THEM, but they were his business.
I heard a honk from behind me and realized that he hadn’t left since we argued. I looked back in confusion, what more did he want?
“Salir de la forma” get out of the way! He yelled out of his widow. I looked down to see that I was standing in the dead center of the road, making his way quite impossible. I stepped to the side and he zoomed by, but not before showing me a hand gesture that my mother would call, “totally inappropriate for any setting!” But since my mom wasn’t here with me, I made the same gesture back to him. With a bright satisfactory grin pinned on my face, I walked home preparing for my next official day of conquering.
The next day, I woke bright and early because I had to go down to the market to get groceries, which was made a bit harder because I had a low stock of Pesos, and the rest of my small fortune was in American dollars. I reminded myself that I needed to get my money converted. I had gotten a frantic call from my mother asking if I was okay, and when she should book the tickets for me to come back home….
My walk to school was again accompanied by Natalia and Angelo whom I had picked up on the way, they looked amazed when I had come to pick them up, as if I was only a one-time- thing.
Both the children chatted endlessly about what it would be like to have someone like Damian DeLuca here in Chanal, as he were some gift from God. And as we walked down the cobblestone streets, I tried my best not to beg to differ and to explain to them that this was all just one big ego booster for him and his family. Something to cover up his big mistake.
As we approached the school, the number of black vans started to multiply, and soon we heard the exited muttering and saw the endless camera flashing of the paparazzi.
Normally, I would avoid situations with large sweaty crowds, but Natalia and Angelo seemed exited to see what was going on (and I was a bit curious myself) so I took both their hands and we made our way through the crowd.
There was violent pushing and mindless shoving, someone had stuck their elbow in Angelo’s mouth, as if to get a better picture of the man standing at the ruins of the south wing. The man had cocky, influential eyes, as if he were the best thing to happen to Chanal. His pompous mouth was sporting a winning smile; as if to say ‘yes, I’ve arrived.’ It was the next moment that I was hit with shock. The pompous smile and cocky eyes… it couldn’t be… but it was.
Before I could confirm my suspicion, Natalia and Angelo both quietly said, “Damian DeLuca.”
Then the realization hit me. The man whom I had so kindly shown a rude gesture to was the same person who was to be funding my future.
To be continued…
Have a good long weekend.