Before I knew what was happening, Mike Castro was after my deepest affections and was not going to settle for anything less. I figured he was just playing around, as he was known to be a notorious lady killer. But, there was enough conceit and sense of play under my belt, to give him quite a time of it. In actuality, I never stood a chance. He never was one to chase a girl, so his interest in me, surprised all that knew him and the whole drama was therefore, played out in public. Everyone was watching. Once I could tell that he was being sincere, it didn’t take much to let my guard down.
So, the word got out, that Mike Castro was enthralled with the new, Catholic girl. Unfortunately for me, this outraged a tough girl by the name of Dolly Medrano. She was out to kick my collective ass.
I got a phone late phone call one night. There was heavy breathing on the other end and then a girl’s deep voice, oozing with hostility. “Yea, bitch . . . Dolly’s talkin here. Yea, surfa girl . . . ju know? Ju fuckeeng bother me. Yea, I don’t think I like ju.”
“Huh?” I said.
“Ju got some, fancy plans wid da man, Castro?”
“I, Uh, uh, uh . . . “
“I hate just lookin at jur fuckin face. You think jur so fuckeeng hot and you ain’t shit! Dju know what I mean, bitch?”
“Well, yes, I mean no . . . I mean, Well, I really don’t think I’m that hot . . . I rather think that . . . Hello?
Man, oh my god! Dolly Medrano, was after me . . . tattoos, chains, and bunnies. (Not the animal, but the shoes . . . mark of the Vata!) It was said that she had razor blades planted in her ratted foot-high hair. Spiders could live in there and she’d never know it! I became a paranoid wreck, looking out my window till dawn. That day, I made sure that I was never by myself.
Somehow, I made it through school without being knifed in an alley. Then, came the night. The phone rang late, again. I stared at it and reluctantly picked up the receiver. “H-h-ello?”
“Hellooo.” He laughed gently. There was no mistaking that smooth sultry voice, or that cock sure attitude. My heart began to pound, my throat ran dry, and my tongue became tied. After some maneuvering on his part I was able to speak with complete ease.
Drop me dead! I liked his want! I liked his way. We fell in hard and stayed that way all through Jr. High and high school. It wasn't easy, as my parents were concerned about me. My socialite friends certainly raised eyebrows thinking that it was a high risk situation. But, Mike was his own man and he understood pressures. He was patient with me, putting up with my silly naive ways, as I entered my new world, and I didn’t mind his rough reputation. We both put up with each others endless string of admirers. Nothing, threatened him. He knew I was his, completely. I was his and he was mine. Once in a while we would flaunt about, but then we’d go underground again. We liked our privacy. So, outside of a certain circle of friends who we partied with, now and then, we kept to ourselves. People were puzzled by us and that was the way we liked it.
