The Other Side: Gang Member & the Popular Girl

The Other Side Chapter 1

ok so this is part one!!!!! YAYAY! hope you like it!!!

oh and question of the dayyyy: what do u do when your bored??

well today i wus bored so me & my cusins decided 2 play w/ a fan 2 c what we could shread with the blade things................random yea i kno lol anyways her antonios Pov!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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Antonio 

Hijos de los Guerreros

"Mijo, wake up." Mi mamá said opening my door a crack. Damn I'm gunna miss those summer days when I didn't have to wake up at 6 in the fuckin morning. I fought the temptation to sleep a little longer. I pulled my tired body out of my bed and grabbed my new clothes from my closet. I had spent all summer saving up my money from my summer job at Frankie's Green Grass. I made enough to buy me a couple pairs of jeans and shirts. I took one last look at my lonely looking bed and headed for the bathroom. 

I rolled my eyes when I saw that my lil sis had gotten in it before I could.

"Izzy, hurry the fuck up I gotta shower." I said pounding on the door. This girl always knows how to take a life time and a half in there.

"Hold on! I'm doin my makeup!" she yelled back.

After about ten minutes of waiting the door opened.  

"I see no difference. You still look ugly to me." I shrugged knowing that my comment would get on her nerves. She slapped my arm and huffed away. I finally got into the shower and brushed my teeth. When I was dressed I went into the kitchen and got out some cereal and milk.

"Look at my boy; all grown and ready to start his senior year. I'm really proud of you that you're going to finish high school." Mi mamá kissed me on the check and sat down at the table where she had put her tea. I'm happy I made her proud. A few years ago, finishing high school was the last you'd expect from me. All I did was skip classes. I didn't give a fuck about school, but that sure as hell doesn't mean I do now. All I wanna do is graduate so I can get the hell out of Manchester I sat down across from her.  

"Antonio," mi mamá said concerned. She stared at the tattoos peeking out from the sleeve of my shirt. "When are you going to get out of Hijos de los Guerreros, mijo?" 

"Ma, I can't 'get out'. It's my legacy. It's what Papá left for me to take his place." I looked straight into her eyes. My pa was a part of the gang HG, Hijos de los Guerreros. When he died I was only 7, but when I was 14 I had to fulfill my destiny and take his place. I know my ma wants me to get out but I can't. I have to be loyal to my crew and plus the only way out is to be jumped out.

"Antonio, Papá didn't leave a place for you in the gang. That's the last thing he wanted for you. You know it broke my heart when you got in and...and," my ma's eyes swelled up with tears. I watched as each one made a scarring streak down her face. I hated to see my ma cry. Fuck. I hated seeing anyone cry. I just can't take that emotional shit. "And it's gonna be so hard for you to get out. I don't want to see my niño in a casket." I got up from my seat and went over to pull my ma into a hug. 

"Ma, I'll be fine. I got Papá and Dios watching over me." I kissed her on the top of her head. When I released her from the hug, she wiped her red eyes. 

"I should go wake Gabriel up." She got up and went to my little bro's room. 

I looked over at the time. 7:21 am. Shit! I gunna miss the bus. "Izzy come on! We gotta go!"

"Next time, don't take so damn long in the bathroom." I said after a caught my breath from running like mad to catch the Manchester Transit Bus. If only I had a car I wouldn't have to wake up so early, but only the richest of rich in Manchester can afford nice cars. All I can afford is a bike right now, but I'm savin up my money to get a cheap vintage from Enrique, one of my boys in the crew.

"Shut up." Izzy sat in the seat next to me. We sat in silence for about five minutes. "Toni" my sis had always called me Toni ever since we were younger. "Why was mama cryin?" she looked me straight in the eye.  

She knew about me and the gang but she just never brought it up. "Because of me."

"And the gang?" she asked, but sounded more like a statement. "I know you can't quit, but if you could...would you?"

I thought about it. If I wasn't in the gang I wouldn't have to always watch my back and I could go anywhere and do anything, but I the gang is mi familia. I have to protect them and be loyal. The gang is what I fight for. 

"I don't know." I said. The rest of the ride I just stared out the window. What would it be like if I got outta this place? Did somethin with my life?  

The bus stopped in front of the town library, which was a block away from Manchester High.

We got off the bus and headed for the school. As we got closer to the front building I turned to walk over to the South Court where the gang hangs out when my sister stopped me. "Be careful," she gave me a hug and went the opposite way.

"Yo, look at this papacito," Felix, my cousin, said when he saw me in my new clothes. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and rubbed it between his thumb and his index finger. "So now you apart of them rich kids, eh?" he joked.

"Nah ese. But you know I look fly." I smirked. I wasn't wearin anythin to expensive lookin. I was wearing a plan brown shirt (which was a little tighter than my usual shirts) and some washed out jeans. When I tried them on at the store, I did look like I was from the rich side of town. They're not that different from my other clothes, they just don't look as old.

"Don't turn on me and come to school lookin like one of those Rosemill niño fresa wearin a polo and shit." We gave names to the people who lived from Rosemill Street to the rest of the east side of town. Rosemill Street was like the border from the richies and the people like us. The whole town is separated by class. The richies don't even think about talkin to us. They've never been to the hood of this town. They're probably all to scared that they're $4,000 designer bags or they're $1,000 gold watches might get stolen, which I'm not sayin they won't. All there is from Springs Street and beyond is crime.

I laughed. "You know I ain't no niño fresa."

"For sure you're not." I felt arms wrap around my stomach from behind. I turned around to face Frankie, my ex. We only dated for a month until she left me for some pendejo in the elite rank of HG (Hijos de los Guerreros). I was tight when it happened but now we good. We still hook up sometimes though. What can I say? ¡Ella es buena en lo que hace! I pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground. 

"Hey!" she giggled and wrapped her legs around my waist. 

"Damn you two." Felix joked.  

I smirked and carried her over to the empty picnic tables a few feet away from our hang out to have some "private time" together. 

The school bell was gunna ring any second now, but right now "private time" was the most important thing on my agenda. Late on the first day of school? Yup! That's how papacitos like me role.

Spanish Vocab! 

Mijo- My son 

Hijos de los Guerros- Sons of Warrors 

Dios- God 

Niño- Little boy 

Mi Familia- My family 

Papacito- Daddy, usually given to a boyfriend 

Ese- Spanish Homeboy 

Niño Fresa- Literal Meaning: strawberry boy/strawberry girl. Meaning: rich kid 

¡Ella es Buena en lo que hace! - She is good at what she does! 

Pendejo- idiot, asshole, stupid or dumbass.

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