Lux et Veritas
Chapter 1: Cisco and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Read Prologue here
Everything was always immaculate here, Cisco thought. How the walls and floors were shining white and polished. The state of the art equipment expensive in a way that had him skittish to touch the first few weeks, afraid of being scolded for using them.
He never was.
The people around him were too busy to take his notice, in their white coats and pencil skirts with heels bustling around him, all doing their jobs, just like Cisco was doing his. And how nice, he thought, getting to do this for real, some day.
Cisco was busy scribbling his signature on the papers, finalizing his last report after the data entry he finished. The lab was near empty, and he glanced around it, committing all the details to memory. He had taken to this lab from the very moment he had been assigned to the department, it had served well this summer as a quiet safe space, a home away from home.
Immersed in his paperwork, Cisco missed the mechanic swish of the automated glass door sliding open, not realizing he had company until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He smiled up at his supervisor, The Dr. Wells. It’s been three months and he still couldn’t believe it.
“Well, it’s three-thirty. You’re done. How does it feel?”
Cisco let go of his pen and sighed wistfully. “Honestly, Sir. Kinda down. I really like it here.”
“I’m glad. You were excellent to work with. I’ve already drafted a glowing recommendation for wherever you choose to pursue your higher education.”
A flush came to his face, and Cisco glanced aside, shy from the praise.
“Thank you, Dr. Wells.”
“No, thank you. Where are you wanting to go to school?”
Cisco opened his mouth to reply when Tess Morgan sidled up to Dr. Wells’s side.
He wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist and she clucked her tongue. “Don’t stress him, Harrison. He still has plenty of time to decide.”
“Well, my girlfriend and I were always planning for an Ivy,” Cisco said. “But I’d also take MIT or Caltech.”
“Engineering, I hope.”
“Yessir.”
Cisco stood up, unclipping his ID. School started tomorrow. Somehow swapping his Star Labs keycard for his old library pass was kind of depressing.
He looked down at it, his laminated card, the serial number they gave him. The picture he had taken on his first day, how he was pretty sure he blinked and yet it still turned out better than any framed Picture Day photograph hanging on the walls at home.
He felt important here. Like he belonged, like someone finally (finally) looked at him and went Yes, you. We like you. You’re good.
Cisco knew he was good, in the back of his mind, front of his mind, whatever. His GPA said so. His report cards said so. Barry said so (Hartley didn't, but who cared about him). Caitlin used to say so. He felt he was good.
Cisco hoped he was good, but was he really? Enough?
Probably not. And still, this taste of a dream, of his future that he so desperately wants to live now already is enough to motivate him to work harder to get it again. Permanently, next time. With his own lab and a desk with his name on it. A degree, a couple of them, with his name in latin script hanging nearby next to a window.
Hold your horses, he told himself. He needed to graduate high school first.
Cisco gave up his ID, handing it to Dr. Wells.
Dr. Wells looked down at the badge, but didn’t say anything for a while.
Tess grinned, “Oh stop with the suspense, look how sad the boy is, just tell him already.”
“What?” Cisco asked, looking back and forth between the scientist and his wife, unfollowing.
“The thing is, Mr. Ramon,” Dr. Wells began, returning the ID, “I’m not sure I want this back. Because the truth is, I’ve grown quite fond of you. And Tess and I were wondering if you’d like to continue shadowing at Star Labs during the Fall. Say, twice a week after school?”
Cisco’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “You want me to stay?!”
“We’d love to have you, Cisco,” Tess finished, beaming. “What do you say?”
“—I’d have to ask my parents,” he said immediately, and he winced at how juvenile that sounded but was relieved to see the two nod in agreement, “But that would be the best thing I’ve heard all summer.”
“Come back sometime next week, schedule an appointment and we can discuss contracts with a legal consultant, and a guardian of course.”
“Thank you so much!”
Dr. Wells shook his head, shooing him out. “Go. Enjoy your last day of summer vacation.”
~.~
Cisco was on cloud nine when he parked Dante’s car in the guest garage of Caitlin’s estate, bouncing on his heels in the elevator.
He fired off a quick text to tell her he made it in, then bounded for her library where he knew she would be memorizing the course outlines for tomorrow’s schedule. He creeped up behind her where she was reading silently at her desk, still a little off guard at all the tin-foil silver in her hair.
He covered her eyes, kissing her cheek and she dropped her pen. “Guess who?” he murmured.
Cisco removed his hands and she turned her head over her shoulder. “Hi.” Her eyes shined bright and soft, blinking at him with easy cheer. He couldn’t keep it in any longer, the news near busting inside him as he rubbed up and down her bare arms excitedly.
“Guess who’s boyfriend just got offered a Fall placement at Star Labs?”
Caitlin gaped, turning around. “Mine?”
“Yours! And Dr. Wells said he already wrote me a letter of recommendation for college!”
Caitlin squeezed his hand. “That’s amazing, oh my gosh! You deserve it!”
He shared her smile, pulling her up from the chair, and turning on the lights. Why she kept herself hidden in the dark alcove with only a window was beyond him when her house was equipped with the best green energy efficient systems on the market.
Her words spread a warmth in his chest and he wanted to believe them, but still, doubt creeped into his mind. His fingers skimmed over her dark wooden desk, focusing on rearranging her gel pens.
“Do you think so, really? All I was doing was writing notes and doing small lab assignments.”
Caitlin folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Stop selling yourself so short. You’re the smartest person I know.”
He looked up at her. "You're not just saying that because I'm your boyfriend so you kinda have to, but really, secretly, like deep down next your dark chocolate obsession you think Lily Stein the smartest?"
Caitlin laughed, swatting his arm like that would smack the silliness out of his head. "I am not obsessed with dark chocolate!"
"Sure you're not," he countered, eyes crinkling when she pressed a kiss to his cheek to distract him from checking her waste paper basket to prove his point.
"Lily's intelligent. Hartley's sharp. But you're my favourite smartypants," she said.
Cisco smirked a little, “You think Hartley got the same offer? Bet he didn’t.”
Caitlin rolled her eyes at Cisco’s ongoing battle with his nemesis, choosing not to comment. “We should celebrate.”
“We should,” he enthused, offering her his arm. She took it, looking at him expectantly. “How about dinner?”
~.~
After food, Cisco took Caitlin to the little dessert shop that overlooked the river. They shared cheesecake and Sprite, clinking each other’s forks.
Caitlin kept looking over at the water, quiet.
She’d been like that, lately, off and on. Like she'd fall into moods where she was afraid to talk.
“Is everything okay?”
She took a moment to respond, scraping cheesecake off the plate. “Fine.”
He gave her a look. Maybe there were things that changed between them. But Cisco will never lose the skill of knowing when she lied. And Caitlin knew that too.
“I’m just—Worried. About school.”
“You love school.”
“I love learning,” she corrected, wrinkling her nose. “I don’t love CC High. Not anymore.”
“That’s fair.”
“I’ve been dreaming about this year since middle school. Starting it with you and applying to college. I’ve wanted to be a doctor for so long. What if I don’t get into a good school?”
Cisco held his tongue. There was zero chance that Caitlin would be rejected from any university, and, to be frank, there was nothing her mother’s money couldn’t buy. She was a shoo in, has been since Freshman year to all the good schools. And even if she weren't a phenomenal student, legacy alone would admit Caitlin into every college her mother’s research was affiliated with.
He thought about Tess Morgan, and echoed her sentiment. “Isn’t it a little early?”
Caitlin looked out at the water again.
He wondered if her mother was pressuring her. He wouldn't be surprised, school was ramping up soon and with that came a tremendous amount of stress after years of all talk. Maybe Dr. T had finally laid down the law, and it was daunting. Cisco assumed it would be, considering the pressure he put on himself, and he didn't even have anyone counting on him to make it. At least, not until he met the Wells family, and their encouragement had never been coercive. Maybe coercive wasn't the right word. Caitlin's mom was...Intense.
“...Is this about Star Labs? Because I can put in a good word about you with Dr. Wells or help you find—“
He watched Caitlin’s face fall, rushing to deny it. “No, no no. It’s not that. I promise. I don’t mind. You don’t have to do that. I just—I left such a mess.”
Cisco reflected on the past year. She was not wrong. But it was not all her fault.
She gave him a sad smile, “I just wish things didn’t have to change.”
Cisco frowned, sensing she was talking about something a little beyond high school. “They don’t. You’re my forever, Caitlin. Nothing has to change, I’m right here.”
She blinked back tears, shrugging. “I just miss...” she went to her locket. The one she’s never taken off since the funeral. The one with his picture in it, hiding under her dad’s.
His face softened as it clicked. He should've known.
He took her hand, kissing it softly.
“I know.”
~.~
Cisco had a Pop-Tart hanging out of his mouth as he dumped all of his things into his old school bag. He ran a brush through his hair a few times, threw on a light jean jacket, and slung the bag over his shoulder. He bit off another gooey piece before banging on the bathroom door.
“Dante, dios!” he shouted over the loud rush of water. He’s been in there for half an hour already.
“The bathroom! I have to go!”
His mom’s voice called from downstairs. “Deja entrar a tu hermano!”
He rattled on the doorknob, but it was locked. He swore under his breath again, checking his watch. “Dude!”
“Bro, calm down, what the fuck,” Dante groused, unlocking the door with a towel around his waist. The steam went billowing out and Cisco almost choked on the intensity of the deodorant spray.
He pushed past Dante, muttering, going for his toothbrush. He paused before sticking it in his mouth with the toothpaste. “Aren’t you late? Don’t you have an 8:30 class?”
His brother rolled his eyes. “Chill. I’m skipping.”
Cisco’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, spitting into the sink.
“You’re skipping?”
Dante rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, you’re such a nerd. It’s not like high school, dumbass. Everyone skips class in college.”
“Is it recorded?”
“No.”
“Do you have friends in your class to take notes from?”
“No.”
“Are you going to work on another class instead?”
“No. I’m going to watch Netflix then probably take another nap before practice with the band.”
Cisco ran his hand through his nicely done hair. “Dante, I don’t understand you.”
Dante walked across the hall to their shared room, pulling on clothes.
“Don’t worry about it. Have a nice day at school. Kiss all the teacher’s asses for me.”
Cisco pulled himself together, breathing in deeply, reminding himself that he loved his brother and wasn’t allowed to smack him while he glared.
“Can I use your car?” he gritted between his teeth as Dante shuffled his hair some, ruining it altogether.
Dante waved him off. “I don’t use that crap anymore. It might as well be yours.”
He was already texting Caitlin that he was coming to pick her up, his eyes glued to his phone as he walked out the front door when his mother pulled him back by the strap of his backpack.
She kissed both his cheeks, pushing a sandwich into his hands. “Don’t break that attendance record. Give Caitlin a kiss for me.”
“Si,” he replied, waving goodbye at his little sister shrieking his name before he jogged down the apartment steps, not bothering to wait for the elevator.
Why’d his place always have to be so hectic?
~.~
Caitlin kissed him after she slammed the car door close, buckling in her seatbelt, grumbling under her breath.
"Mom troubles?"
"Just drive."
Cisco looked in the rearview mirror as he put the Toyota in reverse.
It was windy in a nice crisp September morning way, and Caitlin rolled down the window.
“You look cute,” he said as he drove off her estate.
Caitlin shrugged, “I wear a blazer every first day. It’s tradition.”
“I’ve noticed.”
It fell quiet. Caitlin wasn’t much of a morning person, and it was the first day of the scariest school year they’d face yet. There was too much going on in their minds for riveting conversations.
Cisco took a swig of water at a red light ten minutes later, stuck in the morning rush hour. He swished it in his mouth then swallowed.
“So I was thinking—”
“I was wondering—”
They both stopped.
“You go first,” Caitlin said.
“I was thinking that maybe you should talk to Barry before the bell. Just to get a fresh start. I can come with you.”
Caitlin curled her fingers around her designer bag, some big brand fashion company with lots of consonants like X and Z’s that Cisco could never remember.
“I don’t want to."
Cisco frowned. “But why? Barry isn’t mad at you, Caitlin. He just wants you to come back. He’s our best friend.”
She put her hand on his arm.
“You’re my best friend. You’re the only one I need.”
“So what, I’m stuck in the middle now? Homeroom to lunch with Barry, fourth period to final bell with you? How is that fair?”
“Actually,” she said. “I was thinking maybe we don’t make that big of a deal of it? Like, do people even need to know that we’re together again? Look what happened last time.”
Cisco narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like where this was going. “Caitlin. Everybody loves you. Nobody really loves me. This has already been established after what happened in April. Why does it matter anymore?”
She hesitated, tapping her fingers against the arm rest, leaning her head against the window. “I don’t want you to be a target again.”
“I don’t care,” Cisco said. “It’s just high school crap. I’m hoping we all got it out of our systems junior year. I haven’t kissed you in the hallway for how many months?”
Caitlin smiled down at her lap. “Six.”
Cisco made a disgruntled noise. “Six and a half, actually, but who’s counting?”
“Not me,” she lied.
They shared a glance.
“That’s too long. I’m not letting shitty people with nothing better to do stop me and neither should you.”
“Okay.”
She leaned over and kissed him quickly, then told him the light was green.
~.~
They had four classes together, but not homeroom, so Caitlin and Cisco split ways early on in the morning.
The bell rang, and Professor Stein cleared his throat.
“Welcome students to a bright academic year ahead!”
The class groaned, and Cisco shared an amused glance with Iris.
She leaned in, “Why does he say that every year?”
Cisco grimaced. “Fourth time’s the charm?”
Professor Stein told everyone to settle down as he took attendance, handed out the dozens of photocopied papers that needed their parents’ signatures and read the announcements. Soon enough, the bell rang, and they all got up to get to their first classes of the day.
Iris strapped her messenger bag over her shoulder. She wasn’t in the science stream, so this would be their only time together until humanities and AP English, which they didn’t have today.
“See you at lunch?”
“Yeah,” he said, then thought of something. “Can you keep an eye out for Caitlin? I’m just—Not sure what she’s thinking she’s going to do.”
“You mean with Lexi.”
He quirked an eyebrow. Students were starting to come in, so Cisco hurried out, grabbing Iris by the hand as the hallways started to flood. “You don’t like her either.”
Iris laughed callously, and they walked to their lockers. “Hell no.”
“Oh thank god,” he breathed, trying to keep up with her quick pace. “I just don’t understand why she won't try to fix things. You haven’t said anything to her, have you? You two aren't fighting?”
Cisco watched Iris hang her coat up. “No,” she said. “Fighting? We're not even talking. Don’t get me wrong. I was pissed last year. What she did was awful.”
He felt the need to defend her, when he knew he probably shouldn’t. Iris must’ve saw the look on his face and rolled her eyes.
“No need to get all Caitlin Snow protection squad on me. I don’t hold grudges like that. I came to the funeral, didn’t I?”
Patty and Linda showed up, tugging Iris away. “Hey, gotta jet, but I’ll try, okay? I’ll do some digging for you. Shawna’s pretty easy to squeeze.”
Cisco wanted to thank her, but she was too far gone, giggling with her friends.
He sighed, standing in the middle of the hall. Without even a second longer to breathe, Jake Puckett barged into him. “Watch it, mosquito.”
“We’re back to that, Jake? Really?” Cisco yelled after him, still getting jostled as the crowd of students thickened in the tight corridor.
Puckett continued his taunting. “You look like a girl. Why don’t you get a haircut?”
“Maybe my girl likes it long dipshit,” he shot back. “Not like you’d know what that’s like.”
That sent Cisco flying into the lockers.
“I deserved that one,” he muttered to himself, trying not to wince at the way the metal hinges dug into his back. He dropped his folder when he hit the wall, his green permission slips about emergency contact information and school behavioural contracts now getting stepped on by careless idiots he called classmates.
He darted between people in the crowd to get them back, annoyed that nobody cared to help him. Then, annoyed that he expected this shit to change now that he was a Senior in the first place.
Just one more year. One more year, Cisco uttered under his breath like a mantra, falling into his ethics class’ front row seat just on time.
Their teacher started sprouting some stupid idea about going around and introducing themselves, as if everybody hasn’t already known each other since elementary.
“Hi? Um, my name is Brie Larvan. And I want to be a beekeeper.”
Cisco rubbed his temples, his mantra intensified.
~.~
By lunch, Cisco was waiting by Caitlin’s locker.
He saw her walk out of history with Lexi and Shawna. She paused at seeing him, her eyes going a little wide.
“Cisco, what are you doing?” she said, looking nervously at Lexi and Shawna, who had their arms crossed with identical bitch faces.
“Lunch?”
“Like, disappear mosquito. She doesn’t want lunch with you.”
Caitlin frowned, opening her locker. She put a new textbook into a top shelf and grabbed her lunch box. “We don't call my boyfriend that. Yes, I do want lunch with him.”
She took Cisco’s hand, and he rose an eyebrow at Shawna, a smidge too smug.
“Sorry ladies, later.”
"Your boyfriend?" Shawna repeated, jaw dropping open.
Lexi gasped. “Caity!”
He felt her tension just by the way she held his hand. “I’ll see you in class, I’m still sitting next to you in art, just like we promised, right?”
Lexi’s smile looked a little off kilter. “Of course. Right. See you there, then. Have fun with...Cisco.”
Cisco, who had been trying to look anywhere but Lexi, eventually met her gaze.
She gave him a look, sucking lipstick off her teeth. It sent a chill down his spine, and he had forgotten (really, no, he hasn't, he really hasn't) how much he hated her.
She arched an eyebrow high in the air, like she was challenging him to acknowledge her. But Cisco didn't play her games.
He pulled Caitlin away, lacing their fingers together.
~.~
Cisco let Caitlin drag him far from Barry’s table without putting up a fight. In fact, they weren’t even eating in the cafeteria. They sat in the courtyard, watching the soccer team tryouts as Caitlin opened her packed box from her chef.
It was a nice day. Caitlin really did look gorgeous in her burgundy blazer and pleated skirt. It suited her, that classy uniform chic, and for the first time a thought occurred to him that struck odd. Caitlin belonged in a private school. One with 4.0 cut-offs, loads of legacy families, and a hundred thousand dollars for tuition. Dr. T letting her daughter stay in Central City to go to public school was a bit weird. She didn’t really belong here.
Cisco picked at dandelions as they talked, wondering why the grass was so unkept.
About twenty minutes in, Caitlin gave him a sly look.
Cisco looked up from his lunch, knowing that expression all too well. “If you’re going to kiss me, please let me finish my chicken first or else I never will, and I’m really hungry.”
She ignored him completely, prying the plastic container out of his hands. “Hey missy, I said I wasn’t— Mmmph!”
He missed this. He missed her. This Caitlin. His Caitlin.
It was like all the darkness swarming underneath her surface dissipated, and her true light was shining through.
He laughed as she climbed into his lap to kiss him more. They could get demerit points for this, and that heightened the sense of thrill. If they got caught it would be so worth it.
A shrill whistle pierced through the air and the two sprang apart. There was a foul on the soccer field.
“Still hungry?” she smirked with mirth, wiping the rest of her smudged lip gloss off.
He played with her silvery hair. “Um, yes,” he flirted, catching Caitlin’s heated gaze. “Famished.”
“Good thing I’m here then,” she murmured.
“Yes,” he agreed, inching closer. “Very good,” and slipped his tongue in her mouth.
They made out until the bell.
~.~
Outside was beautiful and peaceful. Cisco started to understand why Caitlin brought him out there.
“Oh my god, Caitlin! Over here!” Lisa shouted at the door, gesturing wildly at her to come back into the side entrance of school. “Hi Cisco!”
“Hey Lisa.”
Lisa Snart. She was something else, that one. Cute, in a dumb like a rock kind of way.
Maybe that was mean.
Lexi appeared over Lisa’s shoulder. "Come on, Caitlin! We’re going to be late!”
He got up with a sigh, and gave his girlfriend a hand. She took it, hers slender and soft in his, and didn’t let go.
They began walking towards Caitlin’s new posse.
“Why are they so possessive? It’s unnerving,” he couldn’t help but blurt out.
“It’s not me. It’s you. They think—”
“I know what they think,” he snapped, cross. As did everybody, no doubt. Cisco kicked at a littered soda can. “Tell them I didn’t.”
“I tried! They won’t believe me!”
“Then ditch them. It’s not that hard.”
She turned to him sympathetically, kissing him one last time.
“I can’t, Cisco. They’re my friends. I like them.” She untangled their fingers.
“No, you don’t.”
“I do,” she insisted. “Stop saying things as if you’re me. I’m me. If they’re my friends then I’m not lying and you have to understand that.”
Cisco felt properly chastened. He took a step back, quiet. “Okay.”
“Thank you. I’ll see you later.”
Lisa and Lexi took to each of Caitlin’s sides, linking their arms together. Only Lisa looked back.
~.~
“Where were you? You dipped lunch. Iris said you’d be there.”
It was the second to last period of the day, and it just had to be gym, didn’t it?
Cisco ducked at the incoming fire of dodgeballs. “Yeah, sorry. Caitlin wanted to eat outside.”
A ball rolled to a stop beside him. He picked it up and chucked it, barely getting it past the midline.
The one class he and Barry weren’t good at. So what.
“You mean she didn’t want to eat with me.”
Cisco stopped, looking around. His team was going to lose no matter what.
“I think she’s just really embarrassed. Give her some time.”
“Time?” Barry exclaimed, nearly getting hit in the face. “It’s been almost half a year! I miss her so bad. She’s in my geography class and she sat next to Bad Luck Becky instead of me.”
“Dude, watch out!”
“Huh?” Barry spun around in the wrong direction, and Cisco cringed as Barry got hit in the back by Woodworth, officially out.
Cisco followed him to the bench, not caring to even pretend he was playing anymore.
“What’s her deal?”
Cisco wrung his hands. “I don’t know. Her dad, I think. It shook her hard, and we weren’t there for her.”
Barry’s fingers were calming on his shoulder, unlike Dante’s, and different from Armando’s.
“Don’t beat yourself up about that. She pushed us away.”
It was easy for Barry to say that. Barry the best friend, their happy third wheel. It wasn’t the same for Cisco. Cisco, who had offered to pick Caitlin up when she fell down the slide in the first grade, who she had won the regional science fair with in grade 3, who she first told when they were ten that her dad was sick, really sick, and I really need a hug.
Barry was always there and supportive and the best friend, but he had Iris. Before him came Cisco and Caitlin. They were a duo, a package deal, each other’s forever.
Even if she pushed him away, even if she hurt him. She never meant to, just as hurt and twice as lonely.
“She needed me and I wasn’t there until it was too late. Now she doesn’t know who to trust.”
Barry reached for his water bottle, taking a long sip.
“So she trusts LaRoche? She knows what she did to you, doesn’t she?”
It was humiliating just thinking about it.
Cisco shook his head. “She only knows that I tutored her for the SATs.”
Three thumps on the back was what it took for Barry to stop coughing, spluttering water everywhere.
“You need to tell Caitlin. ”
“No. Drop it. And don’t tell Iris either.”
“But—”
Coach Adam’s bullhorn blew sharply, interrupting them both.
“— Allen! Back on the court! Don’t make me give you another C!”
~.~
The last class of the day was math with Professor Stein. Cisco had it with Caitlin, and they sat in the front row, scribbling notes furiously to keep up with their teacher’s enthusiastic ramblings. When the final bell rang, Professor Stein called them both to stay behind.
“I’ve got something for my 4.0 lovebirds.”
He leaned behind his desk for two thick envelopes and deposited one in each one's hands.
Caitlin tore hers open quickly, curiosity getting to the best of her. A stack of viewbooks from prestigious schools were freshly pressed, smelling like new paper.
“Straight from the guidance counsellor's office. They’re not yet out on rotation, you see, but I figured my overachieving students wanted a first peak.”
“Oh wow,” Caitlin replied, already looking into the Harvard one. “These have the updated statistics.”
“Of course, my dear.”
Cisco leafed through the schools in his selection, pausing at MIT, eyes lingering on rolling green hills of its campus.
Professor Stein pointed at Cisco. “And how was your internship at Star Labs?”
“The greatest. They want me to continue twice after school.”
“Really now? That’s quite remarkable.”
“Isn’t it?” Caitlin smiled, proud of him. Cisco blushed. “I told him so.”
There was a knock at the door, and Shawna appeared. “Caitlin we need you right now. It’s an emergency.”
Caitlin looked to Cisco.
“I thought I was driving you home. We could look at these together.”
“We really need you, Caity. Becky’s crying. I can drive you home.”
“Tomorrow,” Caitlin promised, squeezing his shoulder, then thanked Professor Stein again for the viewbooks.
Cisco tugged on her blazer for a goodbye kiss, reluctant to let her go. She leaned in, her fingers delicate on his face, smiling against his lips.
Shawna stomped a little, rolling her eyes, “Can we go?”
“One minute,” Caitlin said, looking into his eyes. “We’ll go over our favourite schools tomorrow?”
He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. “It’s a date.”
She grabbed her bag and the envelope, then followed Shawna out the door.
Cisco watched Caitlin scurry after Shawna, who was stomping away in her spiked combat boots.
“I’m glad that whatever squabble you two had seems to be put behind you.”
Cisco turned to their teacher, unashamed that he witnessed him smitten.
“Me too.”
Professor Stein had always been perceptive and easily approachable. Cisco had gone to him in times of trouble in the past four years plenty.
Cisco sat on a desk as Professor Stein tidied up, reflecting. “Sir, how do you help someone through grief?”
His teacher took off his glasses, cleaning them with the edge of his shirt before he responded. “This is about the passing of Dr. Snow?”
Everyone knew. He supposed they had to, not only because Caitlin’s dad had been an active donor and contributor to the restructuring of Central City High’s science stream, but because Cisco guessed it was required for her teachers to take special attention.
“She’s just not the same.”
“She won’t be,” he advised, firm yet gentle. “She lost one of the most important figures in her life.”
The only figure, Cisco thought bitterly, thinking about Dr. T’s suspicious absence in Caitlin’s life. It always made him scratch his head, how two people who lived in the same house could avoid and ignore each other for so long.
If Cisco could avoid Dante, he would.
Maybe it was a matter of the size of the house.
“I want to be there for her, but sometimes I feel like she’s pushing me away. Do I give her that space? Should I be persistent? Love is hard,” Cisco groaned after his monologue, flopping against the row of desks as if he were in a therapist’s office, not his math class. His teacher chuckled at him.
“Ah, but is your affection for Miss Snow difficult to muster? It takes effort for you to demonstrate your care?”
“No,” Cisco protested. “No, that’s easy.”
Professor Stein tapped on his shoes, asking him to get them off the desks.
Cisco's legs swung over the side obediently, and he sat back up.
Professor Stein tilted his head, and Cisco was alarmed to realize how his favourite teacher’s hair was beginning to grey.
Maybe that’s what made him stand out. After teaching as a professor and publishing his books, he came back to a high school to teach kids because he cared about them. Cisco didn't think he could do that. Lily was really lucky to have him as a dad.
“I know you love her Mr. Ramon. Patience is virtue. You’re astute for a young man of your age. Show her that love the best you can.”
That sounded about right.
“Yessir.”
“Now go home, enjoy those viewbooks.”
Cisco tucked the envelope under his arm, and took his advice.
~.~
Cisco was leafing through the glossy pages of Duke’s viewbook at the kitchen table, trying to concentrate through the constant keyboard banging leaking through the adjacent wall. He wasn’t allowed to ask Dante to be quiet, not even when he had to study and it was one of his pet peeves.
Don’t disturb him, Mama would always say, but his keyboard had an ear jack? Cisco had bought Dante a good quality headset a year and a half ago, thinking it would be a great gift to them both.
Dante didn’t use them, Cisco bet the wrapping was still on the box, buried somewhere in their closet considering he’s never seen them and it’s not like their room was very big. So who was the one really being unnecessarily disturbed?
How their neighbours haven't come pounding on their front door yet begging for silence was a mystery to him.
He was just getting into the gritty details of the application requirements when Rosita peered up at him on her tiptoes. Her ten little fingers gripped the table, eyes barely making it past the edge as she pushed herself up to see what Cisco was looking at.
“What are you doing?”
“Leyendo,” he said absentmindedly, showing her the bright graphs. She didn’t reply, and he looked down, how she had zero reaction, then forgot she was still fuzzy on verbs. Forgot that she couldn’t even read yet.
“Reading,” he translated. “For college. See? This is in North Carolina.”
“You’re leaving?” her voice wobbles, thick with hurt. “Like ‘Mando?”
Armando’s been gone at Cleveland State for two years, majoring in business. Cisco’s surprised sometimes that Ro even remembers their oldest brother.
“Not right away. But next year, yeah.”
Cisco didn’t see the big deal. He felt Rosita was pretty lucky, getting the apartment practically to herself. Cisco would have loved to be left alone growing up, not constantly stuck rubbing shoulders with the six people crammed into their three bedroom apartment with nowhere to breathe. But Caitlin and Barry both said growing up as an only child was lonely, wishing for siblings. Cisco wouldn’t know.
“Why?”
“Because I want to go to school, like the one you’re going to start tomorrow,” he explained. He glanced down at the entrance requirements and chuckled at his own analogy. “Except this isn’t kindergarten.”
There was just enough room for Rosita to squeeze onto his seat. He patted the space, and she climbed up with a little "oof” until their thighs were pressed together.
He read to her what was on the page just to keep her busy. It was the pictures she was interested in anyways.
“Where’s Mama?” he asked after a while. They had moved on from Duke to Stanford. Their dad still wasn’t home from work either, but he wouldn’t be, he usually wasn’t at this time.
Rosita shrugged her shoulders and Cisco rolled his eyes at himself, wondering why he expected the five year old of the house to have all the answers.
He slid off the chair, noticing the way she was droopy, her messy black curly hair spilling against the table as she leaned her head against it.
“Did you have a snack?”
She rolled her head from side to side with a whine. Cisco took that for a no.
He pulled out a fruit roll-up from the kitchen, ignoring Caitlin’s voice in the back of his head warning about high fructose.
After seeing to it that she’s good with opening the wrapper, Cisco knocked loudly on the doorframe of his and Dante’s room. “Where’s Mama?”
Dante kept playing, ignoring him. Cisco marched right over to the outlet and unplugged the keyboard.
“Hey!”
“Yo Beethoven. Were you supposed to be taking care of Rosita? Because I came home to her climbing the curtains, Dante.”
His brother waved him off, “She’s fine.”
“She was hungry.”
Dante glanced up at the clock on the wall.
“Mama went grocery shopping. We’re going to have dinner soon anyways.”
“Not for another few hours, I wasn’t supposed to be home this early. You can’t leave her alone like that she’s too young, and Mama expects us watch her!”
Dante banged his fist against the quiet keys, and Cisco had to keep a straight face at how that looked. “Stop fucking lecturing me, I’m older than you!”
“By a year,” Cisco scoffed. “Don’t go on about being 18 if you won’t even act like an adult.”
“Yeah, because you want to be an adult so bad, Cisco, don’t you? It’s just a number it doesn’t make you older.”
Not for the first time, Cisco found himself missing Armando. Things were easier with Dante when he was around, how he was practical like Dante yet level-minded like himself.
The door slammed loud behind him, frustrated. Dante was Dante. What was he to do? At least he got his car.
Cisco took his stack of books to the living room, wiping off Rosita’s sticky fingerprints from off the Stanford cover and got really interested in Harvard’s crimson booklet.
By dinner, he was excited, sprouting out campus facts as his dad asked to pass the bowl of vegetables.
Rosita kicked her legs in her seat beside him, happily munching away on the roast beef.
“Dude, just. Shut up,” Dante said with his mouth full after Cisco went on a, self-admitting, spiel about Stanford’s aeronautics engineering program.
Cisco narrowed his eyes, defending himself. “I have to apply by November for early admissions. That's two months away. We're talking about my future here.”
His mom and dad shared a look, one Cisco couldn’t decipher. He put his fork down, sensing dread.
“What? I told you, my SAT scores are really high. Maybe not Harvard okay, but MIT, UPenn, I think I have a real shot.”
It went quiet, it was uncomfortable and Cisco felt nervous, like he was the butt of a big joke.
“What?”
“Get that Ivy League crap out of your head, we can’t afford it.”
His mother gasped, hitting his father’s arm.
Cisco looked to Dante, who had his glass paused halfway to his lips.
“What Papa means is we know you talk big plans with tu novia, but where will the money for that come from?”
The words were faint, Cisco feeling a rush in his ears as his mind began to race, trying to compute. "Mama, I don't understand.”
“Those schools sound very expensive, Cisco.”
This couldn’t be happening, he pushed his plate away, sick to his stomach. “Two years ago you said you had money put away for me.”
“That was before Dante changed his mind about CCU music. And it was never going to be enough for what you’re talking about. We were already tight with Armando’s tuition.”
Dante coughed, nearly choking on the food, startled. “Mama,” he gaped, after a giant swallow of water. “¿Su dinero?”
“He is older, Cisco,” his dad replied, and it was condescending, felt cold like ice down Cisco’s back. “If you want a fancy college you’ll need a job, maybe two. You might have good grades for CC High, but for a full scholarship where everyone is smart? Be realistic, Mijo.”
Cisco’s eyes were stinging, blurring as the weight of their words washed over him, and he was so unprepared, so unbalanced to hear that news, it knocked him over, and now he felt like was going to drown.
"You don't think I'm good enough?"
"That's not what we're saying," his mother corrected, "But we do believe your aspirations are out of tune."
Out of tune. Giving all his college money away to his ungrateful brother, permitting him to Netflix in his room under the guise of studying composition, was out of tune.
He stood up abruptly, not able to stomach any more.
“You used my money on Dante? Dante? Who doesn’t even show up for school? Have I not been clear since I was twelve how much I wanted this?”
Rosita burst into tears at the volume of his voice, covering her ears. His mother ran to Rosita.
It wasn’t Rosita’s fault. It wasn’t. She was just a child. She was little, but somehow the way his mother ran to her and picked her up adoringly, soothing her whimpering was the last straw, twisting something in Cisco until it bent and snapped.
“You care for everyone in this house but me!”
“Francisco.”
“It’s true!” he cried, and maybe it wasn't, but his world was imploding, and this wasn't his fault, Cisco didn't do anything to deserve this.
He swiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his jean jacket, furious, “You never listen, you never care, you don’t know anything about what I want or am going through, even when I say it. It’s all about Dante or Rosita. You didn’t even care that I was chosen for Star Labs’ internship, how big of an accomplishment that was for me. Or that Caitlin’s papa died!”
“You were at Star Labs?” his father questioned, sliding his glasses up his nose. “Dante did you know this?”
His mother tore her gaze from his sister, stunned. “Dr. Snow?”
Even his parents were out of tune with each other. Out of tune, they said about him going to an Ivy, about becoming an engineer, he still processing it, outraged. Cisco wanted to throw up.
Dante spoke up. “Papa of course I knew he wouldn’t shut up about it. He was gone every day.”
Dante was defending him for once, probably guilty, and he should be, Cisco thought, but that wasn't enough.
He was on a roll, unable to stop yelling, “Armando got everything he wanted! Dante gets anything he asks for, no questions! A motorcycle, he goes and you're all oh, sure Dante, here you go, only pay half. Then he says, Haha surprise, I want to go to college after all, and so you go sure, let us deplete our youngest son's college funds!"
Even Rosita quieted, staring at Cisco.
"What?" she said, voice full of innocence.
His face crumpled, but he refused to break in front of them. "I worked so damn hard, and I get nothing?”
“It is not nothing,” his father scolded in Spanish. “CCU is a fine school, Francisco. You are just prejudiced. Caitlin is a fine girl, but her privilege has gone to your head.”
“That’s not true,” Cisco snapped back, switching languages smoothly. “This has nothing to do with Caitlin. Mama, tell him.”
She lowered her gaze, fussing again with Rosita’s plate, without replying.
His parents’ quietness was all the confirmation Cisco needed. A dark chuckle, more like a huff from a pushed out exhale escaped him, and he shook his head.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath, looking at the faces of his family. He didn’t even want to be here anymore.
“Well, since I got your attention,” he spat, “I was offered a placement at Star Labs for the Fall for after school. I need a parent to sign the contract with me.”
“¿Se paga?” Is it paid? Mama said.
After all that.
Cisco choked on his answer, already imagining what they were going to say. “No.”
“You’ll have to choose then, what you want more.”
Was this what it felt like? To see his entire future hanging by a thin, loose, unravelling thread? Cisco shouldn’t have to choose. Star Labs was his ticket out of here. Out of this mess, the one outstanding point on his application which would give him those scholarships, that admission.
But his parents didn't understand, and they won't.
And that's what was worse. It was not the lack of money, or that they gave it to Dante (even though that cut deep, and Cisco wasn't quite sure it was something he could ever forgive). He knew that they weren't wealthy, that they were four kids and still not even in a house. But they made it work for their children, set up this illusion, this fake fantasy land Cisco had been living in for years and watched him entangle himself deeply there, plant roots in it, and still never bothered to come clean and correct him.
They watched him grow up and fall in love with math and science--and Caitlin, and get his glowing letters from his teachers and still think the idea of him going away to one of the country's best schools was silly. Childish, like one of Rosita's make believe stories.
How could they see him, see what he's willing to sacrifice, how hard he'll work, has worked, and still be so confident that Cisco was wasting his time?
“I’m going to sleepover at Barry’s,” Cisco announced, too upset to look them in the eye. Too angry to wait and listen to their reply. To be given permission to leave.
They were way past granting him permission to do things anymore, in his books.
Dante tried to pull him back when he passed by, uttered his name, but Cisco pushed, shoving his brother out of his path with a hard glare, poisoned with fiery pain, daring him to say another word.
He didn't wait for the elevator of the building to make it to their floor, just ran down the spiralling steps, all at once, and fled.
~.~
Cisco called Caitlin twice but it went to voicemail. He banged his head against the steering wheel in the humid, sticky old car with the rusted paint and broken AC, keys still in the engine, motor running, stalled in the apartment parking lot, and cried loud ugly sobs.
~.~
Dr. Allen didn’t question why he had to double his pancake recipe in the morning, just ruffled Cisco’s hair and called him and Barry sluggers, and for that Cisco was grateful.
Cisco parted ways with Barry on the Allen's front steps, after he got pulled in for a hug.
"We'll look at options, okay? Jobs and stuff." Barry cracked a smile. "Maybe we can wait tables together."
"You'd do that for me?" Cisco, asked, pleasantly surprised.
Barry nodded. "I could use some extra cash, to take Iris out and stuff. You want to walk to her house with me?"
Cisco nodded to the Toyota. "Nah, I told Caitlin I'd pick her up this year now that I have the car. I'll see you in school."
~.~
Cisco sat in his driver's seat, tapping his fingers against the dashboard, still dreary, exhausted, and weighed down, but, hopeful to see the one person who would be sure to make him feel better.
Minutes clocked by and his hope turned to worry, and he wrestled with the idea of unbuckling his seatbelt to see what was wrong.
Because something was wrong. Caitlin was late. And she's never been late in all the years that he knew her.
She was late and so he was just as relieved as surprised when Dr. T knocked on his window, after walking briskly down her house's long driveway.
He rolled it down, frowning. “Is Caitlin sick?”
“She already left with her driver,” she informed. “She made it clear that she didn’t want to see you.”
It was like being dunked in cold water.
“What?”
“Get to school, Francisco.”
Cisco grabbed his phone in the glove compartment, about to call her, not above believing Carla Tannhauser pulling a fast one on him (she never did exactly like him, but this would've been cruel) when the text came through.
❤ Caitlin ❤ : We're breaking up.
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