The Treasure PT. 1

The city honored the Roman brothers Romulus and Remus. If you Google them, you would discover they founded Rome. Though it takes its name from another Roman statesman by the name of  Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus. How would you guess, when over 80% of the population was German or Irish?

Sure didn’t matter to Lucas Anderson, a typical foppish freshman, as he sat in the back of the Latin class bored out of his mind.

In front of him was the object of his wandering gaze, Mia Giancello. Already a busty senior, she was a fantasy like a Sophia Loren, but with blonde hair, perfect skin and teeth. As she conjugated Latin, her heart shape mouth would curl, giving Lucas a massive erection. Just thinking about that mouth. THAT mouth –

PLICK!

“Ow” Lucas howled. The class turned to see him rub his ear. Mr. Dohickey, the Latin teacher glared at him. Behind him, giggling uncontrollably was Tim Schwartz, a jock who wore everything high school sports related. Even donned a headband with “Shawnee High.”

“Wake up Anderson, you boob. Stop looking at my woman.” Lucas was caught. He knew he was caught. He turned back to the front as the teacher continued to rattle on.

RING!

Class ended, as students vomited into the hallway.

Lucas scurried out with books under arm. Hoping to not be noticed.

“Why the hurry!?” an arm barred his progress. It was connected to a freckled redhead string bean named Johnny Riordan. Who kids just called—

“Red! Thank God, it’s just you.” Lucas was in no mood to talk.

“Yeah, dingus. What’s the hurry?”

“Schwartz-alert.”

“Ah, man. You can’t let cro-magnons push you around. Shit.”

“He caught me looking at Mia.”

“Now that’s someone who can push me around. Push my ding-a-ling around. If you catch my drift.”

Lucas realized…there was no real drift to catch.

“I gotta bolt, before he gets out”

“Quit yer whining, Luc. God, you can be an old lady.”

It wasn’t necessarily a conscious thing as it was then, but it is now. It was great to have a friend like Red. Red is an awkward looking kid who didn’t care what anyone thought of him. He wore t-shirts that expressed the phrases of the time. In this case “Whatchoo’ Talking About!” was the hot one. He also took his share of beatings. Not only at school, but at home with a drunken Dad, a Korean War veteran.

 He was one of those kids who never let that part effect the goof-ball nature. Perhaps hiding deep dark anger. A happy go-lucky guy who Lucas was fortunate to have around, as he felt life couldn’t be worse as it was for Red. He was also that kid who was rumored to carry a gun around. Though not even Lucas wanted to find out.

To be continued….