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monitor and in her most desperate voice forces out the word “cramps.”
The door monitor’s reaction is immediate. He jumps up from his chair and runs over to the elevator to push the button. I thank him as the elevator closes and Cherise stands up and looks at me, saying, “I’m the best.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Can I help you?”
We’re in the study abroad office and I go to open my mouth but Cherise takes charge. “Yes. I want someone to tell me why my friend didn’t get the foreign exchange program.”
“Do you mean the study abroad program?”
“Same thing.”
The girl does not look amused by Cherise’s tone andaggressiveness. “Well, actually, they’re different, and for your information, anyone can participate in the program as long as they pay the cost. Are you talking about the scholarship?”
“Yes. That’s what I meant.”
“Well, YSSAP has very strict criteria for who gets scholarships. It sounds like your friend didn’t make the cut.” The girl has a smug grin on her face while she looks me over.
“Okay, Ms.”—Cherise pauses to read her nameplate—“Azalia Quinones. Are you the person who makes the decisions as to who gets the scholarships?”
“No. But I—”
“Didn’t think so. Can I speak to someone who knows what they’re talking about, please?”
Azalia’s mouth drops the same as mine. Before she has a chance to give Cherise a piece of her mind, Greg walks in from next door and puts his hand on her shoulder. She melts, much like Cherise and I do when we see him. He smiles and says, “These two in here giving you trouble, Azalia?” He pronounces her name the Spanish way, not “Azayleah” like Cherise and I thought it was.
She’s grinning from ear to ear and says, “Nothing I can’t handle,” then turns to Cherise and gives her a stink look, adding, “But this one here has a smart mouth.”
I can see Cherise’s blood boiling, but surprisingly, she bites her tongue. Maybe for once she realizes that it’s not about her. Cherise is keeping quiet but she is locked in a staring match with Azalia, and I’m not so sure she’ll win this one. Greg picks up on it and tries to keep things from escalating.
“Why don’t you let me take care of this? Matter of fact, can you do me a favor? Can you get me a Red Bull from the bodega? I want a little boost for the game later.” He pulls a twenty from his money clip and says, “Get something for yourself too.”
Azalia giggles and says, “Thank you,” falling all over herself, trying to look cute.
Okay, girl, take it easy and stop trying so hard. Can’t she see that Greg’s not even paying attention to her? She gives Cherise one last dirty look and walks out of the office.
“What’s up, Teenie? How you doing, Cherise?”
“Hi, Greg,” we both say at the same time.
“You work here too?” I ask.
“I work everywhere. I run this school, Shorty,” he says, smiling and winking.
Cherise and I both laugh.
“So what can I help you ladies with?”
Cherise pinches the hell out of my back to get me to keep talking. “Oww … I applied for the YSSAP scholarship but I didn’t get it. We came down here to see if there was anything I could do or if they made a mistake or something.”
“Yo, I don’t blame you for going after that scholarship. That program costs like twelve grand or something.”
Cherise’s eyes open wide when she hears the amount. Besides the momentary lapse, she does a good job of hiding her surprise.
“Hmm.” Greg pushes back in his chair to check if anyone is watching him before leaning forward and saying, “Youknow, I’m not supposed to be doing this, but let’s see what the deal is.” He’s pitter-pattering away on the keyboard, but his hand placement is way off. No wonder he was so slow typing yesterday. “Wow. Your grades are pretty good.”
“Thanks.” Since his eyes are going from the keyboard to the computer screen, I take the opportunity to examine every inch of
The door monitor’s reaction is immediate. He jumps up from his chair and runs over to the elevator to push the button. I thank him as the elevator closes and Cherise stands up and looks at me, saying, “I’m the best.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Can I help you?”
We’re in the study abroad office and I go to open my mouth but Cherise takes charge. “Yes. I want someone to tell me why my friend didn’t get the foreign exchange program.”
“Do you mean the study abroad program?”
“Same thing.”
The girl does not look amused by Cherise’s tone andaggressiveness. “Well, actually, they’re different, and for your information, anyone can participate in the program as long as they pay the cost. Are you talking about the scholarship?”
“Yes. That’s what I meant.”
“Well, YSSAP has very strict criteria for who gets scholarships. It sounds like your friend didn’t make the cut.” The girl has a smug grin on her face while she looks me over.
“Okay, Ms.”—Cherise pauses to read her nameplate—“Azalia Quinones. Are you the person who makes the decisions as to who gets the scholarships?”
“No. But I—”
“Didn’t think so. Can I speak to someone who knows what they’re talking about, please?”
Azalia’s mouth drops the same as mine. Before she has a chance to give Cherise a piece of her mind, Greg walks in from next door and puts his hand on her shoulder. She melts, much like Cherise and I do when we see him. He smiles and says, “These two in here giving you trouble, Azalia?” He pronounces her name the Spanish way, not “Azayleah” like Cherise and I thought it was.
She’s grinning from ear to ear and says, “Nothing I can’t handle,” then turns to Cherise and gives her a stink look, adding, “But this one here has a smart mouth.”
I can see Cherise’s blood boiling, but surprisingly, she bites her tongue. Maybe for once she realizes that it’s not about her. Cherise is keeping quiet but she is locked in a staring match with Azalia, and I’m not so sure she’ll win this one. Greg picks up on it and tries to keep things from escalating.
“Why don’t you let me take care of this? Matter of fact, can you do me a favor? Can you get me a Red Bull from the bodega? I want a little boost for the game later.” He pulls a twenty from his money clip and says, “Get something for yourself too.”
Azalia giggles and says, “Thank you,” falling all over herself, trying to look cute.
Okay, girl, take it easy and stop trying so hard. Can’t she see that Greg’s not even paying attention to her? She gives Cherise one last dirty look and walks out of the office.
“What’s up, Teenie? How you doing, Cherise?”
“Hi, Greg,” we both say at the same time.
“You work here too?” I ask.
“I work everywhere. I run this school, Shorty,” he says, smiling and winking.
Cherise and I both laugh.
“So what can I help you ladies with?”
Cherise pinches the hell out of my back to get me to keep talking. “Oww … I applied for the YSSAP scholarship but I didn’t get it. We came down here to see if there was anything I could do or if they made a mistake or something.”
“Yo, I don’t blame you for going after that scholarship. That program costs like twelve grand or something.”
Cherise’s eyes open wide when she hears the amount. Besides the momentary lapse, she does a good job of hiding her surprise.
“Hmm.” Greg pushes back in his chair to check if anyone is watching him before leaning forward and saying, “Youknow, I’m not supposed to be doing this, but let’s see what the deal is.” He’s pitter-pattering away on the keyboard, but his hand placement is way off. No wonder he was so slow typing yesterday. “Wow. Your grades are pretty good.”
“Thanks.” Since his eyes are going from the keyboard to the computer screen, I take the opportunity to examine every inch of
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