Rodrigo caught my eye during the church service. I fidgeted in my stiff, pressed clothes and turned to check whether my mother had seen the look. She was busy fixing my brother’s tie and collar. I turned back to him and gave him a small nod.
He cocked his head slightly, a gesture which I knew meant meet him behind the church afterward. I gulped and gave another small nod, my eyes lowered. I could feel his smile from across the room.
My mother nudged me roughly and I turned my head upward toward the pulpit. I spent the next half hour fidgeting in my seat, orchestrating my plan to disappear, deciding what I would tell my mother when I got home later that afternoon.
I slipped away while my mother talked to one of her friends, her hand firmly grasping my little brother’s. Rodrigo was waiting there, as planned. There was a devilish smile on his face. I grinned back.
He tossed the soccer ball in the air and bounced it lightly to me with his head. I stopped it with my chest and let it land down on the ground. I began to dribble it toward the empty field, Rodrigo right behind me. The other boys were waiting.
My mother would have been so upset if she knew.