Narrator POV
The afternoon sun was setting, over at the edge of 'Pine Valley', as the three greasers...Jaime, Ismael and Emilio (Cornejo), sat in the 1953 Cadillac convertible, now with its top over its passengers again, as the greasers were parked a few blocks away from the 'all-girls academy' institution, across the street from them now.
All three of them were watching intently, as an unsuspecting 'Marcos', now walking right next to 'Mary Sue'...kept on his courtship of the girl, who would from time to time reply to Marco's constant attention, with more conversation and lots of smiles...walking in her matching uniform to some of the other girls, whom were either passing them by or behind them, or way in front of them.
Finally, both Marcos and Mary Sue make it to his car...or probably his daddy's car, a white 1951 Plymouth Cranbrook Sedan. The three greasers watch as Marcos opens the door for Mary Sue to get into the car, and once she does he eagerly makes it to the other side and gets in, starting the Plymouth and pulling out of the curve, off of Saint Mary's, probably in the direction of Mary Sue's house, or even worse...some date he's got in mind for the both of them this evening.
Jaime's POV
"I needed to get my tail outta the 'cat' when my Susie was on them sidewalk there with that piss-ant square here, you two ain't got no idea how a man handles this..." I barked at both of 'em, as Cornejo fired-up the 'cat's' engine and we take off after the square of Marcos, who now had my girl in his papi's car up front there, as he's got us three trailing'em, non-top...trying to figure out what next.
"You ain't thinking right dummy...I gotcha, that need to get'em to get it through his thick skull that dame ain't his, cause I see that now, but there ain't no way to solve this other than with some quick wit my friend...you ain't got time for no pokey now...GOT IT..." Cornejo (Emilio) barked back at me, as he passed a few other cars, but kept straight at the Plymouth from a couple of cars behind.
"THIS HERE'S THE LAST TIME YOU CALL'ER A DAME YOU BIG-PISSER...she ain't none of the sort here, for you or for no one else...YOU HEAR..." I yelled at the sucker, now sitting right next to'em...and now Isma holdin' the back seat all to himself.
"Look Jaime...let's keep this 'juggle' here clean-cut...no blades, no knuckles, and no on-seers neither, you don't want no witnesses boy...that's all I'm sayin' " Cornejo (Emilio) barked back.
"I like where you're headin here my compadre...what's cookin' up in that crazy mind of yours Emilio (Cornejo)..." Isma chimed in from the back seat...smilin', already picturin' what 'Cornejo' is thinking.
"Speak...I'm curious now screwhead..." I growl back at 'em, not really interested at all, to be completely sincere.
"We follow'em now, once he's alone, without her there in the Plymouth, we snatch'em up and then take'em to the 'cooker', (old and shut-down cat food factory) out of town you sucker...there you can have a one-on one with the square just like your urgin' to...cause that's what you're achin' for, ain't it...let's get'em done, just you and him, clean-cut, no funny business then..." Cornejo (Emilio) kept his case at me.
"I ain't makin' no damn promises here Cornejo..." I growled right back at'em, knowing I would damn well keep my promise...I could kill that pissin' square right about now...now that I got to see'em with my own two eyes courtin' my girl Susie.
"Hold your horses one damn minute here Cornejo...this ain't no damn list of options for neither you nor me here sucker...cause she ain't your girl dummy, she's his girl, therefore I ain't thinkin' it's your goddamn decision here...is it..." Isma jumped in, jumpin' all over'em as we came to a stop, a few blocks away from the poindexter's Plymouth, across the street...as I continue to look on as Marcos gets off the driver side of the Plymouth and walks over to the passenger door and lets my Susie out the car.
It looks like she says a few things to the square, and the goddamn square of Marcos says a few back to her, and then the poindexter hugs her...and from what I could see, my Susie reluctantly returns the hug...a bit hesitantly, but still does. She's an angel, and has no heart to be distasteful, even to a pisser like Marcos!
"Let's get with the steppin' boys...this ain't gonna cook itself, is it..." Isma slips out from behind the seat, behind Cornejo, pushing his seat forward a bit as he exited the 'cat'.
"I just gotta get that pissin' square face-to-face now...you get the 'cat' to troll us you hear, Isma and I are gonna get the square back home...all in one piece, we wouldn't want no one to break him just yet...do we..." I growled back at Cornejo (Emilio), as I get out of the 'cat' and close the door behind me, walking a few steps behind Isma (Ismael), watchin' as my girl Susie was now off sight, as she walks a few blocks to her pop's place cause they don't wanna see no fellas near them property at any given time...and now the only one there, standin' like some fool with mouth drool over my girl was Marcos.
"Keep it clean sucker...I ain't bailin' neither of ya, you hear..." Cornejo (Emilio) yelled back at me, but I was too far away to listen...or care.
The poindexter Marcos was now turnin' to get back to his Plymouth, when the both of us...Isma and myself cut him off right before he reached the driver door.
"Ain't it a'lil late for a square such as yourself right now...to be out an bout the street with no damn bodyguards pisser..." I growl at Marcos, smilin' some.
The pissin' square was not wearin his checker-vest today, just some 'collard-up' red jacket, boot-jeans and some chucks...like us, tryin' not to look like a goddamn patterned vase or somethin'. I noticed his hair was different too...had a twisted curl to the right of his face, probably tryin'a look like us too, cause everyone's tryin'a copy my crew and I!
"Nah...he ain't need no more bodyguards than both of us here...don't-cha buddy-boy..." Isma started, standing right behind him now.
"What now...you ain't got the sack to face me one on one Jaimito...cause you know I do..." the pale pisser-square barked back at my face with a smirk on his pissy little pale face.
"WOO-WOO...looks like the PISS-SQUARE got himself all fired-up right-down and under cause he thinks he's got your girl...Jaime..." Isma continued.
Before Marcos could react...I launched a good left-knuckle to his pale face, and then another, but the second he blocked with his right arm...but I got hiim good in the gut with my left again, as he threw me a punch, to the right side of my face. I felt the burning of his knuckles, probably now making a mark on the right side of my jaw.
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