“You don’t know the kind of neighborhood Gonzalez is from. They don’t give college scholarships to kids like him. They get their prison cells nice and ready because they know it’s only a matter of time.”
I expected Jay to be gloating over Andre’s fate, but I only saw an interesting mixture of regret and fear in his expression. Wondering if this was my chance to finally break through to him, I said, “They give scholarships to kids of every kind. It doesn’t matter what neighborhood, social class or family you come from. If you try hard enough. If you work hard enough, you can find a school that will want to take you.”
“So you’re saying Andre actually had a chance at college?”
“Andre was brilliant, Jay. So are you. Every student that comes into this school building and shows up day after day has a chance. But we can’t make you take it. You have to decide that you want it… that you want to do something bigger than prison or jail or whatever.”
He rocked back on his heels while he thought about it.
“College isn’t easy, Jay. And maybe it’s too late for a scholarship. But there’s financial aid. There are options for you. Have you talked to Ms. Chase?” He shook his head. “Talk to her. Please. She can walk you through this better than I can.”
“Maybe.”
“What are you afraid of?”
His gaze snapped back to mine and it was lethal. “I’m not afraid of anything. You saw me with a fu- with a knife to my throat. Did I look scared then?”
I breathed through the rapid beating of my heart. “Then why won’t you try at this?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to try.”
I stood up and placed both hands on my desk, my attempt at looking intimidating. “It is. You have to do something with your life, Jay, or you’re going to end up just like Andre.”
He stepped back, ready to run. “You don’t know me.”
“I know that life is hard work. I know that growing up is the hardest thing you’ll ever do and if you don’t try at something, if you don’t make yourself into something, then you won’t become anything. What Andre did? That’s the easy way out. Getting yourself out of your neighborhood and through college? That’s going to be a lot of goddamn work. But it will be worth it. I swear to you, it will be worth it. The best things in life come with a price. Work hard for those things. Work so hard that you don’t know how to be lazy.”
Jay’s lips twitched and I held my breath, hoping to God I got through to him. “You swear more than any other teacher I know.”
“That’s because I’m the coolest teacher you know.”
The look on his face told me he didn’t believe me. “Is this my second chance, Ms. C?”
I smiled at him. “I knew you were smart.”
He looked around us dramatically. “Shh, you’ll ruin my street cred.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled out a pass pad. “Do you need one of these? Are you late for class?”
“Yeah, but I just got Mr. Bunch and he doesn’t give a shit.” He started walking backward, out of my classroom. “Unlike you.”
“That sounds like an insult.”
“It might be. I haven’t decided yet.”
I laughed, despite myself. “Go to class, Jay.”
He gave me a sarcastic salute and disappeared out the doorway.
I sat back down in my chair, completely perplexed.
Kara appeared five minutes later with her lunch in hand and two Diet Cokes. She handed one over to me. “What’s with you?” she asked.
“Did you know Andre Gonzalez got arrested last night?”
Her eyes flashed with disappointment. “Yeah. It sounds serious. They caught him in possession, selling to minors.”
“Oh, my god.”
“He’s eighteen,” she added.
“I heard that.”
We were silent for a minute. “Jay Allen might come find you.”
“Which one is that?” I was just about to explain what he looked like when she said, “Oh, I know that kid. He was just in my office last week for harassing a teacher.”
“Which teacher?”
“Mr. Bunch.”
I nearly smiled, but caught myself. “He’s going to come talk to you again I think.”
“Mr. Bunch?”