Rules of Attraction

By: Simone Elkeles

(A Perfect Chemistry Novel Book 2)




1

Carlos

I want to live life on my own terms. But I’m Mexican, so mi familia is always there to guide me in everything I do, whether I want them to or not. Well, “guide” is too weak a word. “Dictate” is more like it.

Mi'amá didn’t ask if I wanted to leave Mexico and move to Colorado to live with my brother Alex for my senior year of high school. She made the decision to send me back to America “for my own good”— her words, not mine. When the rest of mi familia backed her up, it was a done deal.

Do they really think sending me back to the U.S. will prevent me from ending up six feet under or in jail? Ever since I got fired from the sugar mill two months ago, I’ve lived la vida loca. Nothing is ever gonna change that.

I look out the small window as the plane soars above the snowcapped Rockies. I’m definitely not in Atencingo anymore . . . and I’m not in the suburbs of Chicago, either, where I lived my entire life before mi'amá made us pack up and move to Mexico during my sophomore year.

When the plane lands, I watch other passengers scramble to get off. I hold back and let this whole situation sink in. I’m about to see my brother for the first time in almost two years. Hell, I’m not even sure I want to see him.

The plane is almost empty, so I can’t stall anymore. I grab my backpack and follow the signs for the baggage claim area. As I exit the terminal, I see my brother Alex waiting for me beyond the barricade. I thought I might not recognize him, or feel like we were strangers instead of family. But there’s no mistaking my big brother . . . his face is as familiar to me as my own. I get a little satisfaction that I’m taller than him now, and I don’t look anything like that scrawny kid he left behind.

“Ya estás en Colorado,” he says as he pulls me into a hug.

When he releases me, I notice faint scars above his eyebrows and by his ears that weren’t there the last time I saw him. He looks older, but he’s missing that guarded look he always carried around with him like a shield. I think I inherited that shield.

“Gracias,” I say flatly. He knows I don’t want to be here. Uncle Julio stayed at my side until he forced me on the plane. And then threatened to stay at the airport until he knew my ass was off the ground.

“You remember how to speak English?” my brother asks as we walk to the baggage claim.

I roll my eyes. “We only lived in Mexico two years, Alex. Or should I say, me, Mamá, and Luis moved to Mexico. You ditched us.”

“I didn’t ditch you. I’m goin’ to college so I can actually do somethin’ productive with my life. You should try it sometime.”

“No, thanks. I like my unproductive life just fine.”

I grab my duffel off the carousel and follow Alex out of the airport.

“Why are you wearin’ that around your neck?” my brother asks me.

“It’s a rosary,” I answer, fingering the black-and-white beaded cross. “I turned religious since I saw you last.”

“Religious, my ass. I know it’s a gang symbol,” he says as we reach a silver Beemer convertible. My brother couldn’t afford a bangin’ car like that; he must have borrowed it from his girlfriend, Brittany.

“So what if it is?” Alex was in a gang back in Chicago. Mi papá was a gang member before him. Whether Alex wants to admit it or not, being a badass is my legacy. I tried living by the rules. I never complained when I made less than fifty pesos a day and worked like a dog after school. After I got canned and started running with the Guerreros del barrio, I made over a thousand pesos in one day. It might have been dirty money, but it kept food on our table.

“Didn’t you learn anything from my mistakes?” he asks.

Shit, when Alex was in the Latino Blood back in Chicago I worshipped him. “You don’t want to hear my answer to that.”

Shaking his head in frustration, Alex grabs my duffel out of my hand and tosses it in the back of the car. So what if he got jumped out of the Latino Blood? He’ll wear his tattoos the rest of his life. Whether he wants to believe it or not, he’ll always be associated with the LB whether he’s active in the gang or not.