Around us, a smattering of college students sit around the food court and joke with their friends now that classes are done for the day. “Looks good. I think you’re gonna get another A on your next quiz.” Alejandro fist pumps the air. “Now there’s no way coach is kickin’ me off the team.” “As long as you don’t mess up your other classes.” “Not a problem. I’m good in those.” He packs away his books so we can head to the gym to play ball. I desperately need to blow off steam after the last few days, and this was my way of bribing Alejandro into talking to me. The redhead from lunch the other day approaches, wearing tight jeans and an equally tight T-shirt. “Hi, Marcus.” Her eyes flick to Alejandro. “Is this your brother?” The only things Alejandro and I have in common is we’re both tall and have black hair. Smiling at her, he rattles off something in Spanish.
