Mexican Hey Dudes Novels & Stories

They really just up and left us there to get gunned down. I looked at Thade, frowning. “It is weird,” I said finally. “Come on,” Mason said, “you think it’s some conspiracy?” “Anything’s possible in a war,” Thade said. “Wasn’t a war then.” “Was, we just didn’t know about it,” I said. “Look, you guys can’t deny that it was weird the way the Mexicans just up and ran.” “They were barely getting shot at,” Thade said. I nodded at him. “I’m with Thade on this one. I think it was strange.”

Gina said, bending slightly, “I’m Auntie Gina.” “I don’t know you so I can't call you Auntie,” Michael said, perfectly polite. “But welcome.” Mex stuck out a hand at grown up height. “I’m Mex,” he said. “Short for… Mex.” He smiled. “This is my brother, Michael. Short for Michael.” Gina blinked, then laughed, “You’re adorable,” she said. Michael looked at me. “We can’t control that,” he said gravely. “It’s genetic.”

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.

[Hi boss! “¡Ay! El pendejo da la cara!” [Oh! The asshole shows his face!] One of the chefs stepped out from the group of five people crammed into the small space of the food truck. He reached out and gave Zach a strong handshake. “¿Cómo estás, muchacho?” [How are you, boy?] Zach smirked. “Mejor de lo que te ves.” [Better than you look.] The chef laughed and shook his head. “¿Qué puedo hacer por ti y tu bella dama?” [What can I do for you and your lovely lady?]

I giggled and Zach replied, “J, when you finally get your dream girl, you’ll understand.” “Who…Kendall Jenner?” Erica burst out laughing. “Si hombre, Kendall. Bro, please! She doesn’t even know you exist because she’s too busy shagging basketball players, stupid.” (Si hombre is slang in Spanish for Sure dude. ‘Si’ is also yes.)

I would sue JerkAss for bringing me to this place if I get out alive. "Red!" I looked at JerkAss to see him doing the 'bro handshake' to the red hair guy who called him out. Then, they bumped their chests like how dudes in a frat do in the movies. Cringe. "How ya doin' Langster?" The red-haired guy asked with a southern accent, "What ya doin' here? Ey thought y'all quit illegal shit, eh?" Eh? I thought only Canadians say 'eh'... or 'ey'... or any two-letter phrase that starts with the letter 'e'.

It seems I have no other choice, but to serve these roosters. I got up, straightened my pants. "Mexican region?" I laughed at the bald man who was wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt. "Sorry, all I know is that we're still in the Los Angeles area of ​​the United State of America. Mexico is far south, would you like me to take you there?" "Brother, he beat me up like this. Please, Sis," said the thief, while crawling like a zombie approaching the figure he called Big Brother.

A waiter approached with a tray of drinks, and Héctor grabbed a glass of whiskey, taking a slow sip before speaking. "Bienvenido a México, Theo." (Welcome to Mexico, Theo.) Theo simply nodded, his face unreadable. As we sat there, the conversation around me was all in Spanish. Fast, smooth, and completely impossible for me to understand. Theo and Héctor spoke like old friends, their voices low and controlled. The other men in the room joined in, laughing at times, serious at others. I felt out of place. The only words I caught were Theo’s name and a few sharp glances in my direction. I tried to keep my expression neutral, pretending I wasn’t completely lost.

CHAPTER 4 Later that evening, El Casa Cuatro is full of rigor, one of the renown club around Mexico. Men loitered. The cheers of both sexes on vigour as they lost sanely –room confined by the smell of alcohol, smoke and sex. Sweaty bodies grind uncaring. Strangers who initiate intimacy in spite of unbeknownst circumstances. People on that place were driving themselves to ruin, but it makes them free. Cluttered disarray in a crude display to what excites them.

The only time I was on a plane was probably years back when I saved up alot of money to go on a school trip which was where I met Max. Max Salazar is Mexican and speaks three different languages, he speaks English,Spanish and a little bit of french although I'm guessing he's already speaking a little bit of Korean since his never dying crush on the Korean boy band - BTS is huge. But that field trip that year was one of the best things that happened to me. I was lost in the city of Mexico, I can't remember the name of the particular town we went to but I got lost and I couldn't communicate with the locals there, Max helped me through that and I knew I found my best friend then and there.