Unending Love

by Yesenia Vargas

  table of contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  chapter one

  chapter two

  chapter three

  chapter four

  chapter five

  chapter six

  chapter seven

  chapter eight

  chapter nine

  chapter ten

  chapter eleven

  chapter twelve

  chapter thirteen

  chapter fourteen

  chapter fifteen

  chapter sixteen

  chapter seventeen

  chapter eighteen

  chapter nineteen

  chapter twenty

  chapter twenty-one

  chapter twenty-two

  chapter twenty-three

  chapter twenty-four

  chapter twenty-five

  chapter twenty-six

  chapter twenty-seven

  epilogue

  A Letter to You, the Reader

  About the Author

  Acknowledgements

  Unending Love

  Yesenia Vargas

  Copyright © 2014 Yesenia Vargas

  All rights reserved.

  For young girls and women everywhere.

  chapter one

  Senior year was finally here, and Ariana and Mayra sat in Ariana’s room, creating plans for their future freedom even though it was barely September.

  “What colleges are you going to apply to?” Mayra asked, tapping away at her computer.

  “Definitely University of Georgia,” Ariana said. “And a few other colleges, including the community college in town.”

  “Me too,” Mayra said. She clicked around on her laptop. Meanwhile, Ariana’s desktop computer took forever to load UGA’s website. “Not UGA, but definitely the community college. I think I might end up going there. It’s actually improved a lot in the last couple of years. They’re offering a lot more majors now and stuff.”

  “That’s true,” she said hesitantly. “I think I want to go to UGA, though. They have the best business program in the state, and I’m thinking that’s what I want to study. Maybe start my own business or something.”

  “That’s almost two hours away, though.” Mayra stuck her lip out. “I wish you’d just go to school here.”

  “Well, it’s just an idea.” Ariana was scared of moving so far away herself. “We’ll see if I can even get in.” She browsed around UGA’s site and looked at pictures of the campus. It was really nice. She looked at pictures of the famous arch. Legend said if you walked under it before graduating, you’d never graduate. Next, there were pictures of the gigantic football stadium. She imagined being surrounded by entirely new people.

  “Oh, you’ll get in. No question about it, with your grades.” Mayra shut her laptop.

  Ariana smiled and bookmarked the UGA application link. The computer’s fan sounded angry. The early decision deadlines were in about two months. She had plenty of time to fill out the applications and decide where she wanted to go. So far, she was set on UGA.

  “What do you think you’re going to major in?” she asked Mayra.

  “I have no idea.” She lay back on the bed. “Maybe nursing.”

  “You’d make a good nurse. You helped nurse Jimmy back to health after…you know.”

  Mayra threw a pillow at her. Thank goodness. She had not wanted to say it out loud. It had been about eight months since the whole thing with Carlos, but she still didn’t like to talk about it too much.

  “It was the least I could do,” she said. “He helped both of us out at that party, and then he freakin’ saved you.” She shook her head.

  Last Ariana had heard, Carlos, her ex, had been released from the county jail for good behavior, but she hadn’t seen or heard from him. He and some other guys had attacked Jimmy, her little brother, and landed him in the hospital for a few days.

  “Do you still think about him?” Mayra asked quietly.

  She sighed. “Sometimes. In the beginning, I had nightmares where he would come back and do something to Jimmy again,” she admitted. It felt good saying that out loud, even though her throat felt funny. “But I don’t have those anymore, and I hardly ever think about him now.”

  “That’s good,” Mayra said, sitting up.

  “Let’s go get some air,” Ariana said. They could hear Jimmy and Ryan dribbling a basketball outside.

  They walked outside. Her parents were getting rid of weeds in the garden. Jimmy and Ryan were playing one-on-one basketball in the driveway. Their dad had gotten Jimmy that basketball hoop in fifth grade, and he had never stopped playing since. She could still hear him begging for it like it was yesterday. Jimmy dribbled the ball as Ryan tried to guard him. He was over six feet tall now. He had grown four inches over the summer. He was the tallest sophomore—no, person—in school. Not only that, he had taken on weight training, and he had bulked up a bit. She watched Mayra stare at him as he exploded towards the hoop, past Ryan, and dunked the ball.

  “Can we play?” Mayra asked.

  Jimmy looked at them. “Sure.”

  “Go easy on them!” their dad shouted with a smile.

  Jimmy and Ryan laughed. She didn’t know how Ryan understood the Spanish. Maybe he was starting to pick it up from hanging around all summer.

  “Me and Ryan against you and Ariana,” Mayra said.

  “Yeah.” Ariana agreed with her hands on her hips.

  “Fine,” Jimmy said.

  “Sounds good to me,” said Ryan as he threw the ball at Mayra.

  She and Ryan began the game. Mayra quickly passed the ball to Ryan, who shot but missed. Jimmy grabbed the rebound, and Ariana ran around, trying to get open in case he decided to pass to her. She wasn’t that great at this particular sport, but she tried.

  Jimmy did pass to her, and she shot the ball, aiming for the square. It went in. She gave a fist pump.

  “Nice,” Jimmy said as he gave her a high five.

  She smiled and got ready as Mayra took the ball out again. Ryan ran behind her, and she moved to cover him. Jimmy was closer to Mayra anyway. Mayra dribbled the ball and tried to get past Jimmy. He was behind her, a little too close, not giving her any room to pass, move, or shoot.

  Mayra kept dribbling, and Ryan pretended to go one way and then another. Ariana couldn’t keep up. Mayra managed to pass to him, and this time, Ryan’s shot went in.

  It went on like this for a while. When both teams were still tied at ten points, Ryan spoke up. “Let’s go to twenty.” Everyone else nodded and continued, too out of breath to reply. Ariana wiped sweat from her brow. Her parents finished weeding and sat down to watch the game with a drink in hand.

  A few minutes later, Ariana was completely out of breath, but Jimmy was just getting into his groove. They got ahead by a couple of points. Ryan and Mayra still gave it their all, weaving in and around the court, making passes and shooting.

  But it wasn’t enough. Jimmy and Ariana’s team had nineteen points, and Mayra and Ryan had seventeen. Jimmy threw the ball at the hoop from down the court, and it rebounded. Ryan quickly grabbed it and put it in himself.

  “That’s eighteen,” he said, breathing heavily. Jimmy grabbed the ball, bounced it to Ariana, and she bounced it back. Then he ran like hell down the right side of the court.

  “Shield!” he yelled at Ariana.

  Ariana stood like a brick wall in front of Ryan as he tried to follow Jimmy. He ran into her, but she stood firm. He didn’t get by quickly enough. Jimmy dunked the ball as Mayra jumped in an attempt to block him.

  Jimmy ran back to the end of the driveway, laughing.

  Ariana began laughing too. Not because they had won, but at Jimmy. His energy. It was more than
contagious. She walked over to Mayra. “Good game.”

  She smiled. “It was a good game.”

  “You’re tough to guard.”

  Ryan went over. “You’re not bad, Mayra. Maybe you should try out for the girls’ team at school.”

  “Thanks.” She smiled. “But I hate the drama that comes with activities involving girls.”

  “Are you guys hungry?” her mom asked. “I have dinner upstairs.”

  “Yes!” Jimmy ran up to her and hugged her. She looked tiny next to him. Even her dad, who was tall by Hispanic standards, looked short next to him. Jimmy picked their mom up, and she screamed. Jimmy laughed and put her down.

  They all walked over to head inside, but Ryan hung back.

  “Can you believe this big boy was inside my belly at one time?” she heard her mom say.

  “I should head home,” Ryan said as he began walking down the driveway toward the street.

  “Where do you think you’re going, man?” Jimmy went over and put his arm around him.

  “I don’t want to impose.”

  “Nonsense,” Ariana said.

  “Yeah,” Jimmy said. “I don’t even know what impose means.”

  She told her parents what Ryan had said.

  “Tell him he’s welcome at our house any time, and he’ll offend us if he doesn’t come in and have dinner with us,” her mom said. Her dad nodded and motioned for him to follow them. They began heading inside.

  Mayra looked at Ryan. “They’ll be offended if you don’t come in and eat. It’s part of our culture. The Mexican way,” she said with a smile.

  “Well, I’d hate to offend anyone,” Ryan said with a smile.

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  Mayra and Ariana headed to their next class, Spanish for Native Speakers. It was their favorite class because they were both in it, and the teacher, Mrs. Randolph, was awesome. She was white, but everyone had been surprised at the fact that she could speak and write Spanish better than any of them.

  They walked in. It had been a couple of weeks since school started, so everyone had a seat they always sat in. To ruin that order was unthinkable. She and Mayra went in with their books and headed towards the back, where their seats were. Ariana sat behind the only empty seat in the room, so she was surprised when a tallish guy came in and sat in it a few seconds later.

  She looked at Mayra, who looked at him and back at her. Mayra was to Ariana’s left. Tallish guy put his books on his desk, took a note out of his binder, and walked over to Mrs. Randolph, who was still in her desk. The bell hadn’t rung yet, but most of the class was already in their seats, chatting with one another.

  Ariana and Mayra went back to talking about their weekend plans even though it was only Monday. After having a secret boyfriend last year, Ariana had been grounded for a couple of months. Jimmy too, since he had helped keep her secret. But she had worked hard to prove to her parents that she wanted to earn back some privileges, and over the summer, her parents had loosened up a bit. She, Mayra, Jimmy, and Ryan were allowed to go out to the movies or the mall on Friday or Saturday night as long as they were back by eleven. And those were the only places they had gone. After what had happened last year, they’d decided to stay away from parties.

  Mrs. Randolph nodded and smiled at tallish guy as he headed back to his new seat.

  He caught Ariana’s eye as he sat down. She didn’t realize her mouth was open until he had already sat down. She closed it and cleared her throat.

  Mrs. Randolph got up from her desk and walked to the front of the class. “Buenas tardes a todos.”

  Some people replied good afternoon back in Spanish.

  She smiled. “Today, we have a new student in our class.” She continued in Spanish. She indicated the guy in front of Ariana. “His name is Lucas, and he’ll be with us this semester. Some of you might already know him.”

  A couple of guys wolf whistled at him or shouted hi. Lucas smiled back.

  So he wasn’t new new, Ariana thought. She thought she’d seen him a couple of times before. Her high school was huge, and she wasn’t that popular, so she didn’t really know a good part of her class.

  Mrs. Randolph turned on the projector and began the day’s lesson on Spanish art.

  Ariana found it hard to focus, though. She kept staring at Lucas’s hand on top of his books. He had strong hands, and a couple of veins down his arm popped out. She wondered why he had switched classes. That normally only happened the first week of school. Maybe the second. But it had been three weeks.

  Out of nowhere, the projector was turned off, and it was time for lunch. She grabbed money for a soda and headed out the door with Mayra. They headed to the bathroom.

  As she came out of the stall, Mayra was already washing her hands.

  “He’s cute, right?”

  “Who?” Ariana turned on the faucet and watched the cool water wash over her hands.

  Mayra stared at her and rolled her eyes. “You know who. Lucas.” She said his name slowly.

  “Yeah, he’s cute, I guess.” She focused on rubbing soap in between her fingers.

  Mayra scoffed. “Please. I saw you staring at him the whole time.”

  Ariana shook her head but smiled. “No comment.”

  They dried their hands and walked to the lunchroom, stopping for a soda from the machines on the way there.

  Lucas was in line already, and they joined the line behind him.

  Ariana saw him grab a slice of pizza, some corn, and an apple. He already had a water bottle. She went through the line herself and grabbed a chicken sandwich and some fruit.

  As they paid for their lunch, they saw him walk towards their usual table.

  A large group of people from their class sat together most of the time. They always had a blast. Much better than last year when they had to sit with some of their more dramatic girlfriends.

  She punched in her student number and handed over a crumpled five dollar bill to the lunch lady sitting at the register.

  She heard someone talk to her. “Excuse me, young lady,” the lady asked. “Do you want change back or not?

  “Uh, no. Just add it to the account.”

  The lunch lady punched some numbers in and shook her head.

  “Thanks,” Ariana said as she grabbed some napkins and headed towards the table.

  She sat down next to Lucas. The only two empty seats at the table were right next to him, and everybody else was already seated.

  Mayra joined them just a few seconds later, putting down her tray.

  Ariana tried to focus on eating her chicken sandwich. She squirted some mayo on the bun, opened her soda, and began to chew. She listened to the conversation around them, laughing when someone said they’d gotten in trouble for wrecking their car. She felt someone looking at her. She wiped her mouth with her napkin and looked to her right.

  Lucas was looking right at her, a slight smile on his face. His eyes met hers for a brief microsecond before turning back to his food.

  She stared a bit too long before getting back to her sandwich, wondering why he had looked at her. Did she have an ugly laugh or something? She made a mental note to make sure her laughs weren’t dorky.

  She finished eating her sandwich, ate most of her fruit, and looked at the clock over her shoulder. Their lunch was almost halfway over. As she turned her head back to the table, she saw Jimmy come into the cafeteria. He smiled and waved as he got in line and grabbed two chicken sandwiches and a slice of pizza.

  “Oh my gosh,” she said with a smile.

  “What?” Mayra asked, looking to where Ariana was turned.

  “Jimmy,” she said.

  “Oh wow,” Mayra said, looking at Jimmy’s tray, piled high with food. Lucas turned in the same direction and smiled. “Is that your brother?”

  She hesitated for a second before answering. “Yeah, he’s a sophomore.”

  “Maybe you know him,” said Mayra. “He’s on the varsity basketball team.”

  Lucas looked at her aga
in before looking back at Jimmy. “Oh yeah. I recognize him. I went to some of the basketball games last year. He’s good.”

  Lucas flashed her a smile.

  They rejoined the conversation at their table. All the while, she kept reimagining Lucas looking at her with that smile.

  chapter two

  A few days later, Ariana walked out of her last class and to her locker, which was only around the corner. She didn’t have to run across the school to her locker and back to the buses like last semester—a huge relief. Mayra was already there, twisting the dial to unlock her locker.

  Ariana began doing the same, holding her books in one hand.

  “So…” Mayra said with a smile in her direction.

  “So?” she said as she got the locker open and threw in her books. She took out her math book and a novel she was reading for her advanced literature class.

  “I saw the way you were looking at Lucas today during lunch.” Mayra put in all of her books and took out her science textbook and binder.

  “Please,” she said.

  “Why are you in denial about it?”

  “I’m not. I just met the guy, remember?” She looked at Mayra, who stood still.

  “You’re right. He’s cute, though, you have to admit.”

  “Yeah, he’s cute. But that’s it.” They began walking towards Ariana’s car. It was hot outside, too hot for fall.

  They passed Ryan, who was running to the bus all the way at the end of the parking lot. He waved. They waved back.

  “Does it scare you?” Mayra asked.

  “What?” She looked somewhere else, anywhere else.

  “What happened with Carlos? Do you think it’ll happen again?” They climbed the steep steps towards the student parking lot.

  “I don’t know.” They passed people walking down.

  A few minutes later, they were at her car.

  “Not every guy is Carlos, Ariana,” Mayra said as she got into the car. “It’s been a long time since that happened.”

  Ariana turned on the radio and closed her eyes as they waited for Jimmy so they could go home.