[h3][color=#C198D6]Alex Rodriguez[/color][/h3]
September 5th, 1969.
0806 HRS

Apparently whatever god was out there listened to her prayers and answered in the form of fucking Nick Kostache. Alex's eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, perplexed at the sudden movement coming from the young tall man in front of her. When the initial mild surprise left her organism, the Mexican senior chuckled at the man's antics and straightened, her fringed suede skirt falling naturally over her tan thighs. She uncrossed her arms which were covered by her yellow long sleeved button up shirt and smacked Kostache's make shift hand-camera with her right hand, breaking the perfectly lined shot the other had managed to get of her face. Brown orbs were rolled at the nickname, Alex's tongue clicking.

[color=#C198D6]"[i]Hola[/i], dear gold mine."[/color] A brown eyebrow quirked following her words' playful tone. She looked at the unmoving line from over Nick's shoulder as she stood on her stretch boot covered toes, neck stretching out and eyes scanning the amount of kids that were in the same situation as her; which was perpetually waiting for the normally lazy counselor to get shit done. 

Her feet returned to fully touch the firm ground and her gaze was shifted back to Nick's sharp features. [color=#C198D6]"My summer was [i]meh[/i]".[/color] Her shoulders were shrugged and a smile was thrown the local's way. [color=#C198D6]"I mean, it certainly wasn't as eventful as I've heard yours was, Nicky boy."[/color] Alex's voice was a perfect description of what teasing sounded like. Rumors of the well known [i]rebel[/i] just kept popping up on every teenager and adult's mouth. Her mother had come home one day from her usual grocery shopping to tell her, her voice ready to let some [i]chisme[/i] loose, that she had heard the rich boy's shenanigans from one of her close friends at Greenville's local supermarket. 

A laugh shook the woman's frame, hearing the "news" coming from the brunette's mouth. Of course, [i]he[/i] would get into trouble after just a few days back to school. Alejandra didn't know the infamous Nick Kostache as much, really, but seeing his actions from afar was enough to give the foreigner an idea of how much of a troublemaker this guy was. She had nothing against his nature... actually, she really enjoyed watching the Greenvile version of Tom and Jerry he and the shitface Jones provided for the entire school body. [color=#C198D6]"I could sweeten up the principal?".[/color] She inquired, jokingly, laughing a bit more. Her eyes scanned the man's body as he stretched out. She immediately raised her gaze as his voice called for her attention once more. 

[color=#C198D6]"Oh, do tell what your plans to claim justice are, Batman?"[/color] She looked back at the line that just kept growing. She noticed the ever so quiet Lisa Bryant and smiled her way. She seemed nice enough, might as well be polite. Alejandra eyed Nick and nodded, her smile pulling at her cheeks. [color=#C198D6]"Don't worry, Kostache."[/color] The young woman stepped forward as the line began to finally moving after what seemed like 80 [i]putos[/i] years. [color=#C198D6]"You know what I do with people that don't pay me, so I trust my clients to actually do so."[/color] Her hands moved through her brown long locks that fell down across her shoulders and back. [color=#C198D6]"Besides, you are one of my best clients".[/color] She shrugged once more, her maroon lips stretching into another smile of her own, her teeth visible.