“I give up. Jesus—” “Abuelita said you’re not supposed to be saying that,” Lou corrected me from his spot the furthest away from my face. “I know what Abuelita says,” I groaned as the elbow over my pubic bone pressed down on it again, making me cringe and try to buck Josh off. “But you know what else Abuelita says? Don’t be a snitch.” “She doesn’t say that,” Josh argued, crushing my mams.
