El Verano de Mi Suerte/ The Summer of My Luck (Title may change)

Chapter 2

It's finally break time. It's usually not that busy in noon, so it's our unofficial break time.

And who to grace my presence but Junior.

His real name is Jordi, but we call him Junior because, self explanatory but, it's also his dad's name. He's my godbrother because of our mom's being best friends back in Jalisco. He has a Ivan Cornejo cut. He's like an edgar but cool.

He's also the bitch who booed me.

"Hey you guys," He says all nicely.

"Don't even talk to me," I sass.

"But I didn't do nothing."

"Booing me is something."

"Did I do that? Oops."

"Oops yourself."

"Anyway, I was hoping if you could get me some tacos from Philipe," He says as if he didn't do anything.

"Why?"

"Because he won't give me free tacos anymore."

"You didn't pay your tab?" Elena asks.

"No."

"There's a tab in the taqueria?" I ask.

"Yeah, for the employees."

"And tweedle dumb over here didn't pay?"

"Bitch," Junior says.

"No, he didn't."

"Fine, I'll get those stupid tacos. I'm hungry anyways."

I get up and go to the store's taqueria in in the left corner. Philipe isn't doing anything.

"Hey," I say all nicely.

"What?"

"I need some tacos."

"You gonna pay for them?" He asks.

"Bitch I thought there was a tab."

"Yeah, for people who aren't in cahoots with Junior."

"Do I at least get an employee discount?"

"You worked for 3 hours and you want a discount?"

"Yes, I want 2 tacos de asada, 4 tacos de cecina, and 3 de ranchera."

"You bitch. That's $45.60."

"Okay."I take my credit card and swipe it. I know that it's not the discount though.

"It'll be ready shortly."

Philipe is my brother's childhood friend. He's probably his only friend to be honest. He's one of the 'good souls in this generation' as my dad says. To be honest, I can see that. Barely. He has black hair that's tucked in this hat and has the same skin as Elena.

He and Elena are the only ones who've worked here since the beginning. Were they 14 when they started working? Yes. Is it ethical? No.

He's done with those damn tacos "Here."

"Thank you, Don Philipe."

"Go." He's probably annoyed at me.

I take the treasure and go back to the cashier loft.

"I got the goods!" I tell them.

"Holy shit you actually did it," Junior says.

"Well I'm going to take my tacos to the taqueria and chat with Philipe," Elena takes her tacos de ranchera.

"You mean annoy him?"

"Girl hush." She goes to the taqueria. "If someone comes to check out, you know what to do."

Juan-Manny enters the store. Finally.

I greet him. "Hey."

"You're here early," He says.

"Pa made me before it opens."

"Really?"

"Yeah, so if you could drive me for the rest of the summer so I don't have to deal with that, that'd be great."

"Maybe. I need to talk to him anyway."

"He seems annoyed," Junior says.

"Maybe because you're not doing your job," I joke.

"There's 2 other stockers, he'll be fine."

"Anyway, I'll talk to you later." He goes to the back.

Sometimes I feel like Juan-Manny is more of a dad to me than my dad. Even if he's sensitive. He's one of the slickback haired Mexicans with light tan skin. He has a good heart, even after what happened.

"I want an elote," Junior says.

"I already paid for the tacos." I finally take a bite of mine.

Meanwhile Junior already finished his 4 tacos.

"Please?"

"Fine, you owe me. Have the other 2."

"Thank you."

"But you need to work cashier if someone comes."

"I'm so good at that."

"Are you?"

"Hater."

I finish my taco and head out to La Michoacána.

Everyone knows at least one Michoacána. It's basically an ice cream shop but they offer elotes, chips, and frappes.

I walk into the store. How is it already busy? It's only noon!

There's a line almost to the door. I wait at the back of the line for what seems like hours than just 5 minutes.

It's finally my turn and I order the 2 elotes. I pay in cash and wait patiently.

I get the food after a few minutes.

"Thank you," I tell the cashier.

"You're welcome," He says.

I leave and I realize, he seems to be a new worker. Not that he's slow, but I mean I never saw him before. Plus he looks like a cholo. Cholos are Mexican thugs from East La. I never thought I'd see one here.

And he looked good looking not gonna lie. Not that'd I date one.

I enter the store and give the punk his stupid elote.

***

"How was your first day of work mija?" My mom asks me at dinner.

"It was fine." I shrug. The day wasn't too eventful. There wasn't alot of customers so I just talked to Junior and Elena.

"Was it stressful?"

"No Ma, it was pretty calm."

"The first job week is never stressful," My dad says. "Just wait for a bit and the store will be packed."

Wow, isn't he so helpful?

I wash my dish and head upstairs to my room.