I drive the old rusty motorcycle Isa gave me as payment last summer when I worked for her. It's not long before I cross the tracks and head to Fairfield, the same town as our rival school. I ride through the streets, completely aware that it's enemy territory but acting like I don't give a s**t. Well, I actually don't give a s**t. If someone wants to come at me, I'm game. Let's just say I've never backed down from a fight. I may have even started a couple.
Or more than a couple, but who's counting.
It's not that I like to use my fists, but I'm used to it. When I was younger, I would cower in fear when someone picked on me. One day I was at my cousin's wedding, and mi papa pulled me aside after some pendejo at the wedding pushed me. Papa grabbed my shirt and told me I needed to toughen up
