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Slowly, my eyes drifted up. His eyes were filled with love and loss and hope and dreams. They were the dreams for our life together. And as much as I’d fought those dreams, I knew deep down inside that I had lost. I’d lost my heart to man from a world different from mine, a world of designer shirts, brunches, and fancy cars; a world I couldn’t understand; a world that would never accept me.

I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t care for him. It would’ve been a lie. Somehow I could convince him to believe the lie. I had fought him off for a long time. I could do it again. It should’ve been easy to lie. But when his hand gently caressed my face, his thumb wiping away my tears, I couldn’t.

“Damn you, Nic! Damn you for making me fall for you!”

I shoved him away and jumped into the car. Miraculously, it started, and I sped off, tears streaming down my face.

I peaked into the rear view mirror, watching Nic vanish, my heart breaking with every mile I drove away from him.

FIFTEEN: Nic

“Y
ou had no right to treat her like that.”

I fumed as I watched my parents sit in the den, acting like it was a normal Sunday and that they hadn’t run off the most beautiful and loving person on the face of this Earth.

Father’s head snapped up from behind a newspaper. “Watch your tone, young man. You will show us respect.”

“Respect? You want me to respect you after you made an ass of yourself in front of the woman I love?”

Mother gasped, a ring-laden hand flew up to her throat.

“That’s right, Mother. You made a total ass of yourself with those bigoted comments.”

“Dominic.” The tone was a warning, but I ignored it.

“No, Father! I will not let her or you get away with this. I’ve done everything I could for you. It was never good enough because you don’t see me as good enough to be a part of this family. And you, Mother,” I turned to her, my voice shaking, “I thought you would at least give Mandi a chance. It’s like I don’t even know who you are.”

Her face paled. “You can’t love her. She’s...she’s a...”

“She’s a what, Mother?”

“She’s different. Now someone like Kristie...You two were so cute together. And Bianca called yesterday saying Kristie still has that ring you gave her.” She smiled encouragingly.

“That was years ago. Get over it.”

“That is enough!” Father threw down his paper and marched toward me. “We will not be treated like this in our own home.”

“You call this a home? A home is a place where there are people who love you, where you feel loved, no matter what. And that’s not here.” I spun around, heading out the door.

Father clutched my arm, stopping me before I could leave. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going home.”

“You are home,” Mother said.

“No, I’m not.” I snatched my arm out of his grasp. “Mandi is my home. In the few months, I’ve gotten to know her and her family, I’ve never felt so accepted. They don’t care how I look or where I’m from. They accept me because they know I’m important to Mandi. And you. You know that,” my voice caught at the realization that my own family couldn’t care less about the one person in my life who made me feel whole, “that Mandi is important to me. I brought her here to meet you so that you can see why I’ve been so happy all these months. So you can see the reason why my grades went from Bs to As, why Koppe High football had a winning season for the first time in years. She’s why. She’s why!”

“Dominic, I—”

Mother’s breath caught under my intense glare. “I’m not letting her go. I’m going to do everything I can to get her back. And if it means having to give something up, so be it. I’m giving up being a Marcelli.”

With that, I marched out of the room, slamming shut the only world I’d ever known behind me.

* * *

“Y
ou sure you wanna to do this? If Mandi’s pissed at you, this will just make her more pissed.”

I looked into Cody’s worried blue eyes as he held my jambox. The first place I went after I stormed out of the house was to his trailer, where he lived with his uncle. Over the past few weeks, since he’d started dating Cassie, I’d gotten to know him better, which was a bit hard to do because he wasn’t much of a talker. He was good listener, though, and I could definitely trust him. He was the one person I knew would understand that I was determined to win Mandi back. Plus, if my plan backfired, maybe he and Cassie could plead my case to Mandi.

“Yes, I am.” I handed him a cassette.

He glanced down at the tape and furrowed his brow. “Barry Manilow? You might be better off playing Rick Astley or somethin’ like that. Mandi likes that bubble gum music.”

“Trust me. She’s going to love it.” I smiled nervously, hoping I was right. “Did you bring your guitar?”

“Sure did. It’s leaning against the tree. That’s one hell of a song your gonna sing to her. Where’d you find the sheet music for that?”

“I got lucky. Called up a store in Houston who had it. I’m surprised I didn’t get pulled over.” I had made the normally two-hour trip to Houston in an hour. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Cody held the jambox over his head as Barry Manilow’s voice sang “Mandy.” I’d taken Mandi to see the movie
Say Anything
last week, and she kept going on and on about how the movie would’ve been so much better if the main character had serenaded his love interest instead of just playing the music. She mentioned that was how her father had proposed to her mother. He had gone all out, hiring a mariachi band. If I could, I would’ve hired a band, but I had no clue where to find one and I couldn’t play guitar.

I sang as loud as I could, my voice drifting over Manilow’s. Lights flicked on, but it seemed like nothing was happening. Or maybe her parents thought I was some nut job and were calling the sheriff.

Shit! They
were
calling the sheriff.

I’d forgotten that I might actually wake up her parents. I was about to tell Cody to shut off the music when Mandi’s head popped out of the window.

My heart leaped into my throat as I continued to sing. With each phrase, I held out my arms, taking a step closer, wanting her, needing her, begging her to come back to me. Her face was a mask as I sang, but her eyes, those dark captivating eyes held mine with such love. I knew I was winning her back.

When the music grew to a crescendo and the final chorus began, I flashed a grin, knowing that what I sang next would tell her how much I loved her.

“My Mandi, whenever you kiss me, you stop me from shaving.”

She squealed at my intentionally botched lyrics and her head disappeared. Within a few seconds, she was outside, her eyes holding onto mine as I finished the song. When the song was done, Cassie and Mandi’s parents came outside, standing behind her. No one made a move as Mandi and I just stared at each other. I waited anxiously, wondering what she was thinking.

“Hey, man. This thing’s getting heavy,” Cody said.

“We’re done with that. You can put it down,” I said, not taking my eyes off her, patiently waiting for her to make the first move. I fought the urge to run to her and kiss her puffy lips and tear-stained cheeks.

She was holding back for one very important reason. Mandi lived for her family. If I wanted to be a part of her world, I had to be a part of theirs. Tearing my eyes away from her, I turned to her parents.

“Señor and Señora Ruiz, there’s something I need to say to you and Mandi.” I paused, taking a deep breath and hoping that the extra tutoring sessions I’d had these past few weeks would pay off. I’d lucked out when I found out that my calculus tutor had worked in South America for two years.

In halting Spanish, I apologized for my parents’ treatment of Mandi. I told them how much I loved their daughter and would never do anything to hurt her, and that I didn’t want to be a part of a family that didn’t want Mandi in it.

When I glanced over at Mandi, her face was soft and raw with emotion. The next words came out with ease. Looking at Mr. Ruiz, I asked for his permission to be part of their family and to allow me to move with them to San Marcos.

Before they could answer, I turned to Cody, signaling him to get out his guitar. When Cody strummed the beginning notes to the song “Si Nos Dejan,” the same song Mandi had told me that her father had sung to her mother when he’d proposed, tears streamed down her face.

I sang my heart out to her, believing the lyrics with every ounce of my being. I sang of how we were going to live in a new world and have a new life where we’d both be happy—if her parents would let us.

After the last note was sung, I turned to her father, waiting nervously for his answer. Kind brown eyes, so different from my own father’s, gazed back at me.

“He holds much love in his heart for you,” he said to Mandi before going up to me. When he placed a hand on my shoulder, I was staggered by the deluge of emotion I felt from that one simple touch, something I’d never felt from either of my parents. “It takes much courage to do what you see is right when your family sees it as wrong. Today, you are a man. Sí, you are welcome to come with us. You are família, Hijo.”

I swallowed thickly at the words I’d always wanted to hear from my father. And this man, who had only known me for a few months, had given me more in a few words than my own father had in a lifetime. “Thank you.”

After her parents went back inside, Mandi finally spoke, her lip twitching slightly. “The lyrics to “Mandy,” you got them wrong.”

“Only the best for you.” I grinned

She squealed and ran to me. I caught her as she leaped into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. The momentum knocked us to the ground. In that moment, I didn’t feel anything but Mandi. One hand held her against me, holding onto her tightly. I was never going to let her go again. I kissed her long and hard. It was like I had been deprived of air from the moment she’d announced our break up. Now, kissing her and knowing that our lives together were only just beginning, I felt her breathing life back into me.

“What about your parents?” she asked when we finally came up for air.

I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about them. There’re more important things we need to talk about.”

“Like what?”

“Like what type of corsage I should get you for prom.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And when did I say I was going with you to prom? I don’t remember being asked. And if you did ask me, how do you know I’ll say yes?”

I reached out and gently cupped her cheek, my finger stroking her soft skin. “I want to do more than just take you to prom. I want to be by your side when we walk through those gym doors so I can tell the world that you’re with me. I want to show everyone that I’m a better man because of you. I want to be the light behind your eyes, and the smile on your face. I want to be the one who is by your side when you get your college degree. Mandi Ruiz, I’m asking for more than just for you to go with me to prom. I’m asking will you be a part of my life, a new life we’ll have together?”

My heart pounded against my chest as I watched her eyes searching mine. And though I saw love in her eyes, I had an unsettling feeling that she was slipping away from me.

She didn’t say a word. Then I heard country music playing and Anne Murray singing in the background. I followed Mandi’s gaze as she looked at Cody and Cassie dancing. Her face softened as she watched them. It was easy to see how in love Cody and Cassie were. I wanted that same kind of effortless love for us.

Turning to me, she said, “You’re going to have to learn to two-step. We’ll be lucky if they have any decent music at prom.”

SIXTEEN: Mandi

“D
id I tell you how sexy you look tonight?”

“Only about a gazillion times.” I inhaled Nic’s delicious cologne as he held me close to him. Could this night be any more perfect? “But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

He shivered as I whispered the words into his ear. I liked this new Nic. Since the brunch debacle and his announced emancipation from his family, he’d been more attentive to me than ever before. Though most people wouldn’t count it as moving out when he was “roughing it” in his parents’ two bedroom, two bath pool house. And the fact that his mother continued to put money into his personal checking account didn’t exactly spell freedom either. But the money did come in handy because he went all out for prom. He had invited Cody and Cassie to join us and paid for them too. He even hired a limo and took us out to the most expensive restaurant in College Station.

I smiled as I watched Cody and Cassie dancing. Cassie was so lovely with her hair gathered up high on her head. The loose strands, curled to perfection by yours truly, of course, fell against her slender neck. Her pink dress fluttered when Cody twirled her in a fancy two-step. He then drew her to him, and Cassie pressed her cheek against his chest, her face serene. The shy cowboy ducked his head, kissing Cassie’s bare shoulder. It was amazing to see how much Cody came out of his shell when Cassie was around. And I’d never seen Cassie so much in love.

As Nic twirled me, I caught a glimpse of Dillon and Seth. I frowned. “I can’t believe they’re here.”

“Who?”

“Dillon and Seth. Ugh! And Seth’s checking out Cassie, and in front of his date too!”

“That’s Danielle, one of Bianca’s cheerleader friends.”

I shook my head, feeling sorry for the poor girl. She looked so innocent with those wide brown doe eyes, just like Cassie’s but not as pretty. Seth was going to use her until he moved on to his next conquest.

“Where are you going?” Nic asked when the music stopped and I made a beeline for Seth.

“I’m gonna tell Seth that he needs keep his eyeballs to himself.”

Nic drew me back into his arms, chuckling. “Don’t let those morons ruin our night.”

“What if he does something? Remember what happened when Cassie went to the drive-in with Cody?”

Cassie had told me after their date that Seth had threatened Cody at the drive-in. Everyone in Koppe knew Seth hated him and did everything he could to make Cody’s life miserable. “And I think it’s just a little too coincidental that all his dates lately happen to look like less pretty versions of Cassie. I don’t like it.” I threw Seth my best evil eye.

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