" He’s a dumb ass,” Emilio said to me. “I’m almost finished.”
The second he was out of earshot, Marcus sauntered back up to the bench with stiff, rehearsed swag. Definitely a mirror practicer, that one.
“Why you messin’ with Emilio? What’s up with you and me?” He wiped his hand on his black tank top and held it out, presumably for me to take, at which point we’d presumably climb aboard his moped and ride off into the sunset. Before I could shatter his dreams, Samuel smacked his hand away.
“Keep it movin’,” Samuel said. He nudged him back toward the bikes, but the guy was unfazed.
“She likes me.”
“She thinks you stupid,” Samuel said. “And she right.” Marcus cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips, more dazzling mirror work, and leaned in for another proposition. “When you’re ready to graduate from a boy to a man, you call me.”
“How about I call when you’re ready to graduate from a boy to a man?”
The other guys howled, and just when I decided this game might be kind of fun, Emilio was at the bench, tugging a shirt over his head. “Vamos, princesa. "

― Sarah Ockler , The Book of Broken Hearts