Cool Your Jets- Ch. 3: Let’s Dance (Riff x newcomer)
I finish cleaning up my sad attempts to make dinner and then go to freshen up when I hear a knock on the door.
“Riff, if that’s you I’m gonna rip your arms off-!” I hiss as I yank the door open, only to find a dark blue swing dress with a note attached to it.
Marilyn,
Anita made this for you! She wants you to show those Jets who’s boss! See you at the dance!
Maria :)
A smile grows on my face as I take the gorgeous blue dress inside. There’s a dotted pattern on the skirt and low-cut bodice, and like my other new dress it’s very flowy. I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to repay Anita for this! I slip it on with a tulle petticoat and twirl in front-a the tiny bathroom mirror. After some makeup and a halfway-decent hairstyling I think I’m ready, and I almost feel too dressed up. Back in the country, simply wear’n a dress with no mud spots on it was fancy enough, but I know city folks got higher standards.
As I head out I remember that I’ve got no clue where this place is, so I decide to go with my intuition and follow a group-a dressed up Puerto Ricans to a school. I wish I could go to school, but since I gotta pay rent there’s no use try’n to squeeze in time.
Inside I can already hear blare’n swing music and the sound-a lots-a people talk’n and laugh’n. I stick to the wall and scope the gym out, noticing that the Sharks and Jets have divided the room.
“Marilyn!”Maria rushes up, dressed in white, and engulfs me in a hug. “You came! And you look wonderful!”
“Of course she does!” Anita walks up, she herself wear’n a black and red dress.
“I must admit, amor- this it definitely the best dress you’ve made.” Bernardo smirks. “Sorry about earlier, chica. I think we got off on the wrong foot.”
I wave it off. “Nah, it’s fine. I’m new here same as you, more water under the bridge. I haven’t been to a dance in months, so let’s dance!”
We group together and walk onto the dance floor, and I notice that Anita and Bernardo take no regard for the line separating the Sharks and Jets. I feel awkward just stand’n here by myself, so I just stay off to the side.
“Hey! Ya made it!”
Mouthpiece runs up with a big smile on his face. “How’re ya supposed to dance when you’re tucked away in the corner? Come dance!” He takes my hand and starts lead’n me to the center-a the room.
“Uh I donno, Mouthpiece. Everybody here’s dancing so intense, and back home we’ve never had social events like this-”
“Just relax! Have fun!” Mouthpiece jerks my arm and sends me falling towards the floor, only to scoop me back up and twirl me around.
“Aw- oh- Oh my God!” I cry as he lifts me up. “What are you doing?!”
“I’m dancing with a pretty goil!” He grins as he twirls me again.
I chuckle sarcastically. “You’re too kind, Mouth!”
“That your new nickname for me?”
“No, it’s just that you can sometimes have a big mouth.”
“Aw!” He dramatically clutches his chest. “I’m scarred beyond repair!”
“Get over it!” I playfully push him and he takes me in for anodda dip.
“I’ll take over from here.”
We both turn and see Riff standing next to us with an amused smirk on his face.
“Jeez, boss. We just got started,” Mouthpiece whines.
“I’m sure Velma wants a fella to dance with,” Riff waves him off. Mouthpiece leaves after giving me a quick look of apology. Now Riff turns to me and offers a hand.
I put my hands on my hips. “Why on Earth would I dance with you after that? Mouthpiece invited me to a nice dance, and now you come here all high-and-mighty try’n to cut in!”
“I just wanna get to know the new goil in town. C’mon, ya won’t regret it!” He winks.
Cautiously, I look around and spot Grazi with anodda Jet.
“Won’t your goil get jealous?”
Riff follows my gaze. “Grazi? Nah, Diesel’s keep’n her company. Right now I’m all yours.”
I give him one more skeptical look, then roll my eyes in defeat. “Fine.”
He takes my waist, a lot more snug than Mouthpiece I might add, and starts waltz’n us all over the room.
“Took a while to find ya! You been look’n for me?”
“When I came I expected to find the leader of a stubborn gang.” I shrug.
He laughs. “Oh really?”
I give a devious smirk. “I’ve been trying to find him, but all I can see is a cleaned-up Jet boy.”
“Ey! Get away from her!” Bernardo comes up and shoves Riff away from me.
“You got a problem, amigo?” The Jets leader pushes Bernardo and they both start circle’n each odda.
“Guys, just stop it!” I try to break them up but it’s no use.
“She’s with us, punk!”
“That’s funny ‘cause last I checked she was meet’n with us!”
“Guys!!” I get in-between them and they seem to remember I’m still there. “I’m here for everyone! Can you guys just go ten minutes without fighting?”
“Hey, hey, hey! Everybody please calm down!” A chaperone comes up to stand in the middle of the Jets and Sharks mob. “There are beautiful goils here that wanna dance, can’t we all just get along?” He goes to talk more about social rules, but then-
“There you are!” Anita comes over and yanks me over towards Maria on the sidelines. “What are you doing? I suggest you stay with Maria and Chino until this mess gets settled.”
Maria huffs. “Anita! We want to dance!”
Anita shakes her head as she heads back to dance with Bernardo. “You can, away from the Jets!”
I sulk in the corner as a massive dance-fight takes place: Sharks vs Jets.
“¡Oye, Javi! Ponle fuego, ¡vamos!” Anita shouts.
Maria and Chino eventually join in, but me being alone leaves me awkwardly pacing back and forth.
“Mambo!”
“Mambo!”
“Go!”
As I watch the dance break out, I can’t help but be a little bit jealous of Riff ‘nd Grazi. She looks like she’s having so much fun, but Riff seems… distracted. He keeps look’n at Bernardo, and Bernardo keeps look’n at Riff. I gotta say- he ain’t a sight for sore eyes. I can understand why Grazi keeps him so close, and can’t help but feel sad that I don’t got no fella to call my own.
I make my way to the back, but then Riff seems to recognize someone next to me. He leads Grazi over, leaving me to stiffly loiter around and stare at the ground.
“Tony! Ya made it! I knew you’d come!” Riff beams with joy. He pulls me forward and gestures to a tall, dark, and handsome guy. “Marilyn, this here’s Tony. One-a the Jets’ founding members and my best friend! Tony-” He gestures to me. “This is Marilyn Jackson. Just moved here from upstate, so we’s make’n her feel welcome.”
Tony shakes my hand. “Pleasure to meet ya! I’d ask ya to dance but I promised my parole offer I wouldn’t get too involved with social events. I only came ‘cause Riff said I would-”
“And ya still came!” Riff smiles.
Tony gives him a glare. “Only for half an hour. I’s here for you, not to cause a rumble!”
Riff shrugs. “Ya can’t back outta this, buddy boy. Soon as the coast is clear we’s meet’n the Sharks to set it up.”
My face twists to a confused expression. “What’s a rumble-?”
“C’mon Riff, let’s dance!” Grazi grasps Riff’s wrist and pulls him back to the crowd, leaving me with Tony.
“Is he always this reckless?’ I ask.
He sighs. “Ever since we was kids. I was the one to hold him back, but since I’s been gone I fear that Riff’s been get’n outta hand.” He looks around the gym, then says: “I think I’m just gonna drift around ‘nd make sure the Jets play fair, if ya get my drift? You go on ahead- enjoy yourself!”
I go back to watching everyone jive and dance, and wondering what other odd characters I’m gonna meet in this city. I’m already caught between 2 gangs- what else is in store for Miss Jackson?
“You wanna dance, buddy boy?” I hear Riff jab- most likely at Bernardo.
Uh-oh.
I try to get closer to the clump-a angry dancers, but the chaperones and policemen are block’n my path. Once I do make it through, an argument’s already panning out.
“But I wanna dance! Riff, you said we could dance!” Grazi wines.
“I know, I know doll. Lemme just-”
“No! I’m sick-a this!” She shoves him and storms past, but then turns back. “We’re through!” She glares at me. “He’s your problem now!”
I just stare wide-eyed as people around me begin to argue, until Anita comes over and guides me into the hallway.
“Come, chica. This is no place for a young lady.”
I shake my head. “Is it always like this? Stupid gangs ruining social events?”
Anita nods. “I’m afraid so. All we can do is try to calm them down when it’s over.”
She goes off to the bathroom to fix her makeup, while I go sit next to Maria in the hallway. But she seems… distant.
“Maria? Are you ok?”
She nods, but then seems to rethink and shakes her head.
“Maria, what’s wrong?”
“I- I danced with a Jet boy,” she whispers. “And… I think I like him.”
I frown. “Who?”
“I think his name is Tony?”
“Oh, Riff’s friend! I kinda know him, he seems nice. What’s wrong with that?”
“Because Bernardo hates him! He hates all the Jets.”
I notice Tony walk up with Riff and the odda Jets as they go off with the Sharks.
Anita huffs. “Come, Maria. We’ve had enough drama for one night, so let’s head home. You coming, Marilyn?”
I look back and forth between the Jets that are still present and Anita. “Sorry Anita, but I’m gonna stay a bit longer and keep the guys in-check. You go on and get home safely.”
She nods and starts guiding Maria away, leaving me standing next to Tony.
“Buenas noches, Marilyn!”
“G’night, Maria!” I call back.
“Maria? Maria…” I see Tony get a dazed look in his eyes.
I wave a hand in front of him. “Uh, Tony? Earth-to-Tony? Ya with us?”
He blinks. “Marilyn? Have you ever heard-a luv at foist sight?”
“Uhh,” My eyes widen and my jaw drops. “Kinda?”
Tony gives a dopey smile. “Then I think I’m in luv! Marilyn, I just kissed the most beautiful goil I’ve ever met, and her name’s Maria!”
I gasp. “Maria? You mean my neighbor, Maria?”
“She’s your neighbor? Wow, you’re lucky!”
“She was just talk’n ‘bout you!” I hiss, look’n around to make sure nobody’s listen’n.
Tony gawks at me. “She was? What’d she say?!”
“I ain’t gonna be spill’n gossip- it’s just plain evil!” I cross my arms.
“Aw, c’mon Marilyn! Please! Does she luv me back? Did she like dance’n with me?” His smile fades. “Or- or does she hate me, and never wanna see me again…?”
I hold my hand up to steady the poor guy. “Alright, alright, fine! She luvs ya! Just don’t go have’n a meltdown on me! I got enough emotional baggage as it is!”
Tony’s face looks as if he’s been born again. “In that case, I’m gonna go find her!”
He starts off towards the exit, leaving me nearly speechless.
“Tony- Tony! Ya can’t just track her down! That’s creepy-!”
But it’s too late. Tony’s already head-over-heels and is out the door.
“Marilyn!”
Riff, now look’n more smug than ever, strides up. “Where’s Tony? He's gonna miss the meeting.”
I point to the door. “Just missed ‘im.”
Riff shrugs. “Guess I’ll have to fill him in later. Right now I gotta go meet with Bernardo.”
“Ay ay! Leave her alone!” Anita comes up and waves him off. She leads me away, but not before I look back one more time and see Riff air-kiss me goodbye.
As he turns to leave, Anita scrunches her face. “I suggest you stay away from that Jet boy- Riff. He’s no good for you. I’m going to tell Maria the same thing about her Jet boy- they’re all the same.”
“Tony’s not. He’s not like them, and he wants noth’n to do with the Jets. He’s only here because he’s their friend.”
“Once a Jet, always a Jet,” Antia argues as Bernardo strolls up to us. “Hola, mi amor! I left Maria with Chino.” She points at me. “And came back for you because Bernardo said he just scheduled a rumble for tomorrow night, and I do not want you around those Jets!” She walks off again, and that word keeps ringing in my head.
“A- A what?” I frown. “I’ve heard that word before… Riff mentioned it…”
Bernardo nods. “It’s a rumble, señorita. An all-out fight between gangs when only one comes out on top. We just planned out with the Jets for tomorrow night, so I suggest you stay in unless you want trouble.”
Bernardo storms outta the room with Anita, leaving me alone to think over this idea until Mouthpiece finds me again.
“Hey! I lost ya! Where’ve ya been?”
“Do you know about the rumble?” I ask darkly.
Mouthpiece opens his mouth, then shuts it again. “Who told you?”
“Bernardo.”
He scoffs. “Figures some PR would tell ya.”
“Is it really that bad?” My voice is uneven.
He avoids my gaze and nods. “Yeah, it can get pretty bad. That’s the reason Tony got locked up ‘cause he nearly beat a kid to death last year.”
My hand flies to my mouth. “Death? Mouthpiece… I don’t want anyone to die, is there any way to settle this without fighting?”
He smiles a little. “Ya worried ‘bout me, doll?”
“I’m serious! None-a you deserve to die! I could talk to Bernardo, he might call it off…”
“Fat chance.”
I roll my eyes. “What ‘bout Riff? If I could talk to him-”
“Ask and ye shall receive.” Riff strolls in, leans against the wall, and motions for Mouthpiece to leave. “Ya look’n for me, beautiful?”
I storm up to him and poke a finger at his chest.
“So. Tonight was all a ruse to plan a fight. And all for what? Territory? Because Tony danced with Maria?”
“That’s the broad’s name?” Riff asks with a scrunched face.
I smack him and start to breathe heavily.
“I was right. The rough gang leader was here tonight- a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You should be ashamed of yourself. They have every right to be here, same as you!”
Fed up with this, I storm off outta the gym and into an alley, all the while ignoring the faint calls from the aggravating Jet leader.
61 notes
·
View notes