The Ana Maria Incident - Mar

The plan was beautiful. If I do say so myself.
I could hardly control my excitement as we waited at break for Ana Maria to appear.
Diego was looking pretty sick at that point actually – he truly does seem to have a soft spot for all the losers – but Lola was keeping him in line. Never underestimate the powers of feminine charms. Especially Lola’s: The boys can’t resist her.
Alicia was acting all bossy – taking charge of us all, like we needed to be organized. It was sooooo obvious she was as excited as the rest of us though.
Ana Maria was suddenly there, wandering back from the Kiosko, scooping up guacamole with tequeños. Some of it dripped off and landed on her school sweater: A big splodge of bogey green in the middle of all that pristine blue.
I was filled with disgust. I really was.
Who does she think she is fancying Diego? She’s such a wannabe. She’ll never be one of El Grupo.
She was getting closer.
Alicia was nudging Diego’s arm and hissing at him urgently.
“Go on! Or it’ll be too late!”
But it was already too late.
For now.