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Chapter Four: Cristina's Necklace

José slowed down when he reached the door, cautious as to weather his magnets would work or not. Holding his breath, the Mexican youth walked through the two gray walls one either side of the door. Not a sound came from the machines. José sighed with relief.

The gang was still by the benches. Cristina leapt up when she noticed him. "I knew you could do it, José!" She called hugging him, "I knew your magnets would work."

The thief smiled over her shoulder at Lobo, who wore an angry frown; jealously clear on his face.

"We're not sure you did it, José, show us the loot." Luis called, his lip curled slightly and his silver nose ring glistened in the sun.

José smiled cockily, and shook his head. "Do you think I'm a fool, Luis? You'll see later when we're somewhere safer."

"Wanna coke?" Grande Gato asked, as he slammed the coke machine with a missive fist. A metallic clink sounded, and a Coca-Cola rolled out. José nodded and accepted the drink.

Lobo stood up, "show me the loot or you won't be going somewhere safer."

Shrugging, the Gonzales boy reached into his pocket, retrieving an expensive pearl drop necklace. "It's for you, Cristina." He whispered, smirking.

Lobo fumed.

"Oh José!" Cristina squealed in delight, "it's the loveliest thing anyone's ever lifted for me!" She admired it for a few more moments and then asked, "Will you help me put it on?"

Would he?! He would walk across broken glass for a chance like this. She turned her back to him and carefully lifted her hair.

Gingerly, José slotted the necklace together around her neck. Cristina's skin felt warm and soft beneath his touch. She turned around to let him view the full effect. The shoplifter was astonished; the pearls made her look heavenly. They should out on her dark skin, and yet matched her wide white smile perfectly. Lovingly, he kissed her.

"You're so kind and thoughtful, José." Cristina called, casting a glance at Lobo. One could feel the heat radiating from behind his mirrored sunglasses. The Mexican beauty left José's side and sat next to Lobo. Tenderly, she placed her hands upon his shoulders.

"Don't be sore, Lobo, you know I love you too." She kissed him, to prove her point. José felt a familiar anger fill his body, his hands hardened into fist.

Lobo wasn't convinced, "come on, Cristina every sentence you've said for the past two days has something to do with that Magnet Idiot. (Note to readers, a nickname is born : ) )

Cristina winked at José, "is that true, Magnet? Am I always talking about you?"

"Obviously not as much as Lobo wants you too." José called.

"Watch your mouth when you talk about me," Lobo spat.

The shoplifter said nothing; he could hear defeat in Lobo's voice. It wouldn't take long, a couple of more challenges; a couple of more kisses from Cristina, and the only adolescent Mexican gang in Amarillo Texas would have a new leader.

Cristina started to work her magic, soothing Lobo's angry spirit with gentle reassuring words and numerous kisses. José frowned; Cristina still hadn't made up her mind who she loved best. The Mexican youth didn't know how much longer he could stand facing jealously.

Lobo seemed to perk up some, but his face was still creased in a frown.

With a move of his head, Grande Gato summoned José next to the soda machine and began talking to him in a hushed tone. "You need to start lookin' out, José." He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Luis wasn't lurking nearby, he wasn't. "Lobo's real mad at you, he keeps talking about kicking you out. It's just talk right now, but if you keep on the way you are now, you may get kicked out in not too long."

The shoplifter snorted, "Why doesn't he just kick me out now?!"

"Because Cristina won't let him, you should know that!"

Despite himself, José smiled. Maybe he was the favored one.

Grande Sighed, talk about not getting through to someone. "Just be careful," the large boy advised.

José nodded indifferently, his eyes resting upon Cristina's beautiful face. He'd be careful all right, careful not to let Lobo win Cristina.

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