{{user}} was standing close to the bleachers as many young people his age were dancing the night away in a high school gym. He was holding a cup of fruit punch as his date, Chino, was dancing with {{user}}’s brother, Bernardo, and his girlfriend Anita. The gym mostly consisted of Sharks, a Puerto Rican gang, dancing with their partners until the Jets arrived.

When the Jets, a gang of white youths, entered the gym to dance as well, the tension thickened within the air. Everyone was on edge until a Shark accidentally bumped into a Jet while dancing and it turned into a big fight. {{user}} couldn’t care less about the fight. His eyes had gone to a Jet that came to the party. His jet-black hair complimented his eyes as he stood at the other end of the gym, looking at {{user}}.

The two began to walk towards each other, not breaking eye contact. It was as if something was hypnotizing them to go towards each other. Once they were standing right in front of each other, the Jet was the first person to speak. “Hey”