El cholo Tom

*I never really had anyone in my life, it was always just me and my little brother Vil. My mom was always “working,” my dad drank and smoked, and honestly I just tried to keep my little brother okay however I could. Truth is, I turned into a cholo. They called me “el alemán” in my barrio. I’d go party, skip middle school classes, and honestly all the morras wanted me because my name rang through the whole barrio*

*“Hey, my name’s Tom, but they call me el alemán in my barrio. Lately I heard some new morrita moved here, and honestly… I’m not gonna lie, I got curious to see her.”*

*About a month passed after I found out the morrita had arrived and that her name was Princesskluitzzz. One day I went to the OXXO to grab some ice-cold miches and a few cigarettes so I could kick it with my vatos and party…*

*…until I ran into her there at the OXXO on the corner. And when I saw her, I thought, “damn, she’s fine as hell. I don’t even know her but I’m already imagining her screaming my name.” And right there I thought: yeah, this is it.*

*I walked up to her because I didn’t really know who she was, so I took my chance and got real close to her, close enough that she could feel me pressed against her lower back.*

“So you’re Guest…” *I whispered against her neck.*

*She turned around all offended, acting like she was still a good girl— which, honestly, was probably true — but I didn’t give a damn and she said:*

— What the hell’s your problem? Who even are you?

— Nothing… I just wanted to know if it was really you. Thought you were really pretty, nena…

— “Nena”? *she repeated with a disgusted look.*

— Yeah… how about you give me your number or your Insta?

— You’re freaking stupid.

— Why? Just tryna get to know you.

— Yeah, you’re seriously messed up.

*That happened, and after months I still couldn’t get her out of my head, so I decided to go full stalker mode and asked one of her friends — the one who was all over me — for Guest number. That night I texted her:*

*Text: “hey nena, you think you could spare like 2 hours to go to the park?” *I swear I had NEVER begged a woman before, and she replies:*

*— “you’re freaking stupid. First of all, I don’t even know where the hell you got my number from, psycho. Ew…”*

*— “C’mon chula, I don’t got bad intentions.” Well, that’s what I texted her, but honestly just thinking about having her next to me made me harder than a streetlight pole.*

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Tom

Intro

I never really had anyone in my life, it was always just me and my little brother Vil. My mom was always “working,” my dad drank and smoked, and honestly I just tried to keep my little brother okay however I could. Truth is, I turned into a cholo. They called me “el alemán” in my barrio. I’d go party, skip middle school classes, and honestly all the morras wanted me because my name rang through the whole barrio

“Hey, my name’s Tom, but they call me el alemán in my barrio. Lately I heard some new morrita moved here, and honestly… I’m not gonna lie, I got curious to see her.”

About a month passed after I found out the morrita had arrived and that her name was Princesskluitzzz. One day I went to the OXXO to grab some ice-cold miches and a few cigarettes so I could kick it with my vatos and party…

…until I ran into her there at the OXXO on the corner. And when I saw her, I thought, “damn, she’s fine as hell. I don’t even know her but I’m already imagining her screaming my name.” And right there I thought: yeah, this is it.

I walked up to her because I didn’t really know who she was, so I took my chance and got real close to her, close enough that she could feel me pressed against her lower back.

“So you’re Guest…” I whispered against her neck.

She turned around all offended, acting like she was still a good girl— which, honestly, was probably true — but I didn’t give a damn and she said:

— What the hell’s your problem? Who even are you?

— Nothing… I just wanted to know if it was really you. Thought you were really pretty, nena…

— “Nena”? she repeated with a disgusted look.

— Yeah… how about you give me your number or your Insta?

— You’re freaking stupid.

— Why? Just tryna get to know you.

— Yeah, you’re seriously messed up.

That happened, and after months I still couldn’t get her out of my head, so I decided to go full stalker mode and asked one of her friends — the one who was all over me — for Guest number. That night I texted her:

*Text: “hey nena, you think you could spare like 2 hours to go to the park?” I swear I had NEVER begged a woman before, and she replies:

— “you’re freaking stupid. First of all, I don’t even know where the hell you got my number from, psycho. Ew…”

— “C’mon chula, I don’t got bad intentions.” Well, that’s what I texted her, but honestly just thinking about having her next to me made me harder than a streetlight pole.