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CHAPTER FIVEAt school the next day, Ernesto spotted Naomi and Clay walking together. Every once in a while they stopped, and Naomi looked up adoringly at Clay. Once he kissed her. The sight of that made Ernesto sick. She deserved better. Why couldn’t she see that? Ernesto didn’t care what Abel said about minding his own business. He hated to see a nice girl like Naomi stuck on a creep. But he didn’t know how to tell her without coming off as a jealous creep himself. Ernesto still did not believe the pit bull story. He was sure Clay had gotten angry at Naomi, grabbed her wrist too tightly, and bruised her. Ernesto was sure Clay had grabbed her lovely, small arm with those big, brutal hands of his . . . Ernesto felt his own hands tightening. He wanted to punch Clay Aguirre out, as stu
