The last thing I wanted to be doing was standing at the end of the hill in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a goddamn bus. I had spent a few good weeks avoiding the dreaded conversation with Tim about school, but, that kind of shit with him was inevitable. I wasn't a big fan of school when I lived in the city and living in the country was no different.

Those damn kids act like I'm a real riot or something, like they ain't never seen a city kid nor a chicano. By my first week, maybe even my first day, I guess I scared them shitless. Maybe it was some sort of hazing shit they were trying to do, whatever it was, they threw the term "greaser" around like it was supposed to be an insult. Although at first glace, I'm sure I look like a greaser, but I was a hood since the day I was born a Shepard and I showed them that by whooping his ass. After that, everyone was on my ass. It makes me feel like I'm a famous movie star the way those brats run up to me and ask me questions. It seemed like everything I did, every move I made was something that had to be watched or noticed. In a way, I kinda felt bad for them. Their lives were so shitty and boring that they had to become obsessed with mine.

By my third week, I had a chick named Georgia on my tail. She wasn't too bad on the eyes, a bit average and dull but overall I figured she was okay. She had brown hair cut short just below ears and dark green eyes. From far away, they even looked brown. I tried my best to ignore the broad but she was so damn desperate if I asked her to blow me in the parking lot I bet she would. But we hadn't gotten further then a little bit of making out and some groping. I didn't intend on asking her to be my sweetheart or anything and I told her quite a few times it was nothing more than a hookup. I wasn't willing to go that far again. It's just a pain in the ass when you tell a chick that you don't want a relationship or anything, one minute they're cool with it and the next minute they're blowing up the phone. I figured it was only a matter of time with Georgia before she started to think that the power of her pussy would get me to want her. I'd have to tell her again and remind her where our little "situation" stood. In a way I guess, I felt like I was being disloyal to Daisy. I mean, I still had love for her. I guess I always would. My tios would always tell me that one day you'd come across a good one, a real good one, and you'd never lose that love for them and I think now I understood what they meant. They said that my ma was my old mans good one.

But back to the shitty hill. Tim hadn't even tried to make it seem like he was eyeing me in secret. He watched me from the moment I stepped out the house and started down the hill. He even made it so he checked my bags every damn day for drugs. My original plan wasn't going accordingly but with the spare time I had behind bars I was smart enough to think of a plan B. And with that boring ass hick school, I'm sure I could make a fortune selling them some grass. The only problem was that Angie followed me around most of the time from class to class and when she left for the city she made sure I wasn't in the house to ask her.

Jimmy had closed his ears and cut off any talk even regarding the city. So I would need extra time and helluva convincing plan to get him to be on board. It would probably take months before I could convince him to get on board. Precious time however, couldn't be wasted. Not when there were other gangs rising to the top ranks, stomping all over our turf that had been there for generations. I needed to know what the fuck happened that made Tim flee the city so abruptly. And I knew no one could help me with that, except for Connie Winston. I just needed to have access to her phone number, then a way into the city and I'd be closer to getting the plan back on track.

"Hey, Curly!" A blonde kid said once I got to my locker. I wasn't too sure if I saw him around but I was a bit groggy and cranky from the long bus ride, so I didn't make much of an effort to try to remember him.

He was somewhat short, standing at around 5'6. He had a slender build, with blonde hair that fell in front of his face. "I know you don't know me or nothin' but my names Alex. It looks like you got places to go so I'll make it quick. We usually have a party to shoot a breeze every Saturday. One of these days, why don't you swing by?"

He wasn't the first person to invite me to this party but I didn't feel like swinging by. Angela was usually going to the city to see Sylvia and I didn't care that much to beg Tim to go. Besides, these teachers were kinda uptight over here. I had a big essay to write about explaining why The Catcher in the Rye was so taboo. I never thought I'd be the one to actually do an essay so dumb but reading the book was somewhat entertaining. Especially because he kept me from my worst enemy. Which were my thoughts.

"Uh.. I'll let you know." I shrug. "But you can write the address and slide it in my locker just in case."

"Alright. You'd need a car to get out there though, just let me know and I could give you a lift." (Had it been anyone else I'd think they were trying to shank me).

"Hey.. Uh, Alex. What do you guys do for kicks around here?"

"Party I guess.. the town's real small so you can't do much without it being heard about. The teens like to drink on the weekend, go joyriding around the back roads."

"You guys smoke grass?" I asked as I shut my locker.

"Our soils shit for growing it. So when we can."

I nodded while hiding my grin. "Alright. Thanks, buddy. I'll let you know."

I turned and started to head to class. The kid seemed nice almost like Ponyboy Curtis. I hadn't talked to him in a while but I bet if I told Tim I was hanging with him he'd have a heart attack. It wasn't because he wasn't a good kid or anything, it was just because Pony and I had shit for brains whenever we were together. Maybe if I were to hook up with him I'd get into contact with Connie faster. I guess I figured I could call him up and see if he wanted to go to the party with me. Two kids from the city, I bet it would be the highlight of their week. It'd give me a break of reading J.D Salinger.

But it would be impossible to get any of this shit done without Jimmy, I had grown to like Connie as a close friend but I sure as hell didn't trust her with money. When I was with Jose, I had more of an upper hand. But she'd be my equal if I took her in again. I wanted to try to make it like a one time thing and then the two of us go our separate ways. I had to find a way to convice Jimmy that the Shepard Gang's reputation was worth saving, and whatever mess they got themselves into I was gonna fix it.

So that's chapter two. I know it's short and the next one will be longer! Chapter three should be out this week.

Anyway. Like always let me know what you liked, what stuff you'd like to see etc.

Do you guys think Curly's digging himself in a deep hole?