"Sorry chicana," Enrique said slouching in his chair "Nate got out the other day, I couldnt let him celebrate without me. He took the blame for me and his little brother Moe, you just dont let that kind of bad ass go to waste. Besides I came back didnt I..."

Enrique pulled his backpack onto the desk and rested his head on it and closed his eyes. He heard the sound of clearly practiced laughter and opened his eyes in time to see some of the preps walk in. He sat upright in his chair with aggressive posture, he looked at Moe and nodded towards the incoming preps. He recognized some of them and had a bit nostalgia about his morning, wishing he could go back and choose to not show up today.

"Damn preps," Enrique said.