Rules of Attraction (A Perfect Chemistry Novel)
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When Carlos Fuentes returns to America after living in Mexico for the past year, he doesn't want any part of the life his older brother, Alex, has laid out for him in Colorado. When he meets Kiara Westford, a good girl totally unlike any of the girls he's usually drawn to, Carlos assumes Kiara thinks she's too good for him. But will he put his pride aside when he realizes that being with Kiara might finally allow him to be his true self?
I hold out the bowl to Carlos. He peers inside the bowl. “What is it?” “Salad.” He peers inside again. “That’s not lettuce.” “It’s s-spinach.” I stop talking as I feel my tongue getting thicker. “Just try it,” Alex tells him. “I don’t need to be told what to do,” Carlos fires back. “Carlos, I have some lettuce in the fridge,” my mom chimes in. “I can throw a lettuce salad together quickly if you want.” “No, thanks,” Carlos mutters. “I’d like some salad,” Brittany says, motioning for me
“All right. Well, get some breakfast in you. Your bus’ll be here in ten minutes.” When we hear the upstairs water turn off, indicating Carlos is out of the shower, it’s my dad’s cue. “Bran, get your backpack. The bus will be here any second.” As my dad urges Brandon out of the house to catch the bus, I scramble a couple of eggs for Carlos. I hear him coming down the stairs before I see him. He’s wearing dark blue jeans ripped in the knees, and a black T-shirt that looks overworn and overwashed
and they really do want to hang out together on a Saturday night. When I look over at Kiara, I think it wouldn’t be so bad to spend the night just chilling in front of the TV. I pile my plate with food and head for the couch. “Move over, cachorro.” Brandon scoots between me and Kiara. After we finish dinner, I help bring the dirty plates to the kitchen while Kiara makes the popcorn. “You don’t have to do all this family stuff with us if you don’t want to,” Kiara tells me. I shrug. “I didn’t
are you playing?” I walk out of the room when Westford tells Brandon that illegal drugs are not a commodity. Then he mumbles something about parental controls and how they can’t replace parents and he should have supervised more closely. I wander outside and find Kiara working on her car, her legs and feet sticking out of the driver’s side door. I watch as she works upside down, her head under the dash, and a screwdriver in her hands. “Need help?” I ask. “Nope,” she says without looking up.
check where your dad is so we know the coast is clear,” I tell him. I need a few minutes alone with his sister. “Okay,” he says, slithering out of the hall. “Be right back.” I’ve got less than a minute alone with her. I shove my hands in my pockets, to prevent me from showing my nervous, shaking hands. She rewards me with a half smile, then looks at the ground. I look up at the ceiling, wishing I could get some advice, or at least a sign from my dad. I take another look at Kiara. Oh, man.