Narrator POV
It was seven-forty-two, and the dark-blue, convertible Cadillac was pulling into the parking lot of Pine Valley High, alongside a few other vehicles...all hauling youngsters, all smiles and eager noises from friends and buddies.
Morning time at Pine Valley Hight was like a 'beach party', everyone was there and everyone couldn't wait to be there! Someone's 'heartthrob' was there...and someone's little-angel was gonna get a note at some point today.
The three 'greasers'...Jaime, Ismael, and Emilio (Cornejo) kill the engine on the Cadillac and step out of the vehicle, as the roof-top stretches above the seats...all across until it finally devours them from sight. Jaime walks in front of the other two...with his sun-glasses now on his face, and his cigarette, poking out of his mouth.
Ismael walks a bit closer to Jaime...to the left, now taking out his cigarette and turns his face to the left for a moment, blows out some smoke, then turns back and keeps looking on forward. Emilio (Cornejo) walks a couple of steps behind the other two...from the three, he's the tallest...a little over five-ten. All three are very similar, physically...black eyes, black hair, and a bit of a 'sun-burned' complexion...more of dark 'tan' complexion, if you would...with Emilio being just a slightly lighter in complexion than the other two, just slightly lighter. All three share a similar slim-to-fit physique...a bit of a thick to the arms only.
The three, along with the rest of the chattering and not, bright faces of 'Pine Valley High' push through the school's front doors...about to start another day, another busy day...full of class-work, homework, and romance too!
Jaime's POV
As me and my crew hikes them hallways (we share the first three classes, then I catch these suckers last class of the day), I catch a glimpse of that 'square' who wants to play 'hand-shake' with my girl...'Marcos'.
"Lookie-lookie what them winds dragged in 'Jaimito'...our pal 'Marcos' all-up and pranci and giddy...I guess he saw your skirt after all..." Isma poked at me knowing that damn square was right at my view for some serious world of hurt!
"Say it ain't so...boys, let's go say our 'good-mornings' to the square, we as hell ain't gonna trip like we ain't got no manners here...are we..." I reply, eager to get'em out view, so I could high-five'em a shiner and show'em a knuckle or two...my all-time signature for pests like that peddle-scooter square!
"Ain't you right 'Jaimito'...hey...'Marcos', we have got to have a serious talk about that 'checkers' vest...my friend, that 'neck-vase' just ain't doing it for you buddy...let's get you all propped-up, nice and straighten-up like my friend here thinks you outta be...cause you know he ain't joking when he jokes about you 'skip'..." Isma utters, smirking that smirk of his when we are about to 'break' something or someone.
That square 'Marcos' turns back from his trotting, away from the green lockers and steps right in front of the door to the 'pissers', the 'men's john-stalls were waiting for this pissy-pale square...with an anxious streak, as anxious as my own, cause I was gonna mark his brighter face with another much-more darker shade of purple...like the one he ain't seen yet, not until today that is.
"Jaime...Ismael, what you guys on...I told you already, I ain't got no quarrel with you or your crew...HEY, Ismael...un-hand me, whatcha doing...I'mmghmfnmfnfgrgnmmgfngmffgofnm..." the poindexter barked his protesting pleas right up until Isma 'hand-held' his trap tight-shut and dragged him full-body right passed the door to the 'pissers' with me in full-force pursuit.
The three of us went in the 'pissers'...'Cornejo' tailing me...but I turn to'em and tell'em the door needs to stay shut..."hey...keep us under lock-an-key, there ain't nothing for no one to see in here...you hear, just keep guard on the door and if a 'Mr' or a 'Mrs' eyes ya and wants 'in'...knock once and we clear it, got it..." I ordered a perked-up 'Cornejo', with is 'crazy-eye' look that he gets when he knows we're gonna get down something bad that ain't gonna get good any time soon.
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