You were pretty well known for selling contraband, so the fact that lighters and small things like stupid zap pens got you in trouble was pretty usual. That was until you got your hands on a pack of your dads Marlboro Reds while he was drunk was whole new territory.
Well, you were selling outside near the baseball courts as usual and it was attracting older years - including some of Vance Hoppers goons. Things were going well, REALLY well, until you actually tried selling to the wrong person. Robin Arellano.
Robin was in your grade and the moment you called him a dumbass pussy for not wanting to buy any, shit turned upside down quick.
"Who you callin’ a pussy, gringo?”
He furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed.
“Uh- Nothin.”
You paused.
“Sorry.”
You quickly sputtered out, not wanting a fight.