I found this, what do you honestly think of it? Should I continue working on it?
“Where do you see yourself in five years?” Mr. Cardenas asked Eloy, who was slumped over on the other side of the desk, with his long hands propping up his head.
His eyes looked glazed over, and he was in a world of his own, almost frozen in time. His arched back showed the outline of his ribs through his white t-shirt.
He was tapping his feet under the table, and barely blinking. His focus was on was the whitewashed wall in front of him.
“You alright?” Mr.Cardenas asked, “You ain’t on drugs or anything?”
Eloy looked up at him, and shook his head slowly before running his hands through his dark buzzcut. “I’m thinking…”
“You don’t need to overthink it, Kid.”
Eloy sighed. “I know… but I’m not gettin’ anything here. It’s like that Gorillaz song.”
“Which one?”
“Clint Eastwood.”
Mr Cardenas opened up the lid of his laptop, and straightened his tie, before opening up the drawer underneath his desk.
He slipped in the Gorillaz CD that he’d bought into the disk drive. It spun up Clint Eastwood. The speakers were surprisingly good for a big, chunky system.
“Is this inspiring you, Kid?”
Mr Cardenas leaned back in his fancy, leather chair as he waited for a response.
He was one of the ‘cool’ teachers, with his dark, spiky hair, goatee and ripped body. His enthusiasm had catapulted him into the Career Advisor spot once Ms. Rockburn decided to retire.
Being twenty-nine himself, he related to the kids well enough, and most of the girls fawned over him.
Careers classes had become more interesting since he’d taken them over; no more dead, old women shrieked in anyone’s ears about ‘the good ‘ol’ days.”
There was hope once again. A re-ignited interested in the future, for the most apart. Everyone seemed to be inspired, and ready for what life threw at them…
… Except for Eloy, apparently.
He’d fallen asleep. His head was laying across the desk, and he was about to dribble.
Mr. Cardenas poked him, and shook his head as Eloy rubbed his eyes, then yawned.
“I take if you’re still not inspired?”
Eloy sighed. “I had a long night… okay?”
“Doing what?”
“Work.”
Mr. Cardenas rolled up his shirt sleeves. “What kinda work?”
“I was helping a friend. That’s all. He paid me to fix up his car. I fell asleep at one.”
“I understand. Would you wanna be a mechanic when your finish school?”
Eloy shrugged. “No idea.”
“What else d’ya like?”
Eloy thought for a second. “Steak, beer and di-playing computer games.”
Mr. Cardenas let out a frustrated groan. “Y’know I can’t help, unless ya tell me what’s up.”
“Yeah, I ain’t got many hobbies, or interests like that.”
“Then we’re just wasting each other’s time here, and that ain’t good for your report.”
Eloy sighed. “Yeah, I’m sorry—”
“—You’re a smart guy. You shouldn’t let that go to waste. You should put it to good use.”
“Yeah—”
“—What about your Pop’s band?”
Eloy scoffed. “Hell no. I ain’t gonna go there. I wouldn’t be seen dead playin’ maracas for him.”
“Why not?”
“It ain’t my scene.”
Mr. Cardenas sat up. “What is your scene?”
“I dunno—hangin’ round with the homies—fixin’ things for them and chillin’.”
He leaned over the desk, and looked into Eloy’s eyes. “What else?”
The smell of aftershave was overwhelming. “I-I dunno? Wrestlin’? I like that Lucha Libre stuff.”
“Why that?”
Eloy’s cheeks started to get hot. He moved back slightly, but the aroma was winning. “It’s fun… and I like the idea of… bein’ anonymous and beatin’ punks up.”
Mr. Cardenas nodded and moved back. “Would ya stay in California, or go to Mexico for that?’
The aroma still lingered in the air, as Eloy shrugged. “No idea… just whatever. Wherever life takes me…”
“You’ve no idea, do ya?”
Eloy shook his head. “Does anyone?” He sniffed the air. “Also… what cologne do ya use? It smells great…”
“Some stuff my Mom brought back from her trip to Mexico City. It’s a great hit with the ladies.”
“Yeah, I can imagine that…”
Mr Cardenas cleared his throat. “I want ya to really think about your future, alright? I want ya to have some career ideas by our next meeting. Got it?”
Eloy nodded. “Sure, I’ll start makin’ notes when I leave here.”
Mr. Cardenas smiled at Eloy, and held his hand out. Eloy quickly shook it with his clammy hand, then wiped it on his t-shirt. “You’re free to go.”
Eloy smiled, and ran out of the office. Mr. Cardenas let out a chuckle and shook his head. “Good luck kid, you’re gonna need it out there.”
It was eight in the evening, and Eloy was hanging around at his best friend, Valentino’s house. He’d headed there after dinner to catch up on some homework.
“So, what did Cardenas grill ya about?” Valentino asked him.
Eloy sighed. “What are ya gonna do in the future? All that crap.”
“And what did ya say?”
“That I liked to fix shit, and be a wrestler.”
“And he bought it?”
Eloy shrugged. “He told me to come back with some more career options and research. I’ll do that later.”
Valentino laughed. “Ya can barely get on the team as it is. Ya need more training before the final tournament.”
Eloy glared back. “It ain’t my fault that he prefers Turkey over me.”
“Try a bit harder, and he’ll pick ya.”
“I do try, but I gotta catch up 0n this stupid work. I’m behind in four classes.”
Valentino pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his crisp, cream khaki pants and offered Eloy one. He declined. Valentino lit it up and inhaled. “Ya shouldn’t have hung ‘round with Marco.”
“He’s cool. He improved my fightin’ skills a bit. He’s more interestin’ that Advanced Physics for sure. What’s the point in learnin’ that? I already know this Relativity shit,” Eloy sighed, “I got high expectations, and a flame up my ass ‘cause I’m a pinche Gifted Student. I don’t wanna go to College and get into debt.”
Valentino nodded. “What do ya wanna do, for real?”
“Fixin’ things is a good side hobby but I ain’t doin’ that as a full time job.” He looked over at Valentino. “I wanna be a spider. Eat flies all day, and be left alone. Have some freedom, y’know?”
Valentino cleared his throat and deepened his voice. He messed up his slicked back hair, then buttoned up his shirt. “Kid, you gotta figure out your life, yeah?” He laughed. “When I was your age, I graduated college and had the sun shine up my ass.”
Eloy shook his head and laughed. “Mr. Cardenas, ya dunno the half of it, dawg.”
“I know that ya got potential, Kiddo. Just use it and you’ll be makin’ a web to the the moon in no time.” Valentino winked, and fixed himself up. “Does that inspire ya?”
Eloy shrugged. “A bit but not really.”
Valentino coughed, and made his voice go back to normal. “Not gonna lie, bein’ a spider sounds fun.”
“Hell yeah. Especially makin’ those damn webs.” Eloy laughed, and got up from the chair. He sat down on the sofa beside Valentino, and grabbed the notebook from the table facing them. “For real, though. Throw me some ideas for this Puto.”
Valentino threw him the pen from behind his ear. “You wanna be a spider, luchador, pretend to care ‘bout fixin’ things.” He looked down at the page. “Write all this down, yo.”
Eloy clicked the pen and jotted some ideas down. He drew a spider web in the middle of the page. “So, if I’m an unemployed spider, what do I wanna do most?”
“You wanna go and get some dough.”
Eloy thought for a moment. “What’s gonna get me that?”
“Some crappy job in a mechanic’s, or some stupid food store.”
Eloy sighed. “Isn’t there somethin’ easier, like just becomin’ a bank robber?”
“If ya don’t get caught, sure. But if ya get caught, then nah. Forget ‘bout it.”
“Yeah, true. What about… makin’ a gang.”
Valentino smirked. “Yeah, dawg. We’re gonna take over and do some busts.”
“For real though, we can be in charge. We can get these homies to go do our dirty work, it’d be fun.”
“I like your thinkin’, but won’t your folks wanna kill ya if they found out?”
Eloy grinned. “The thrill’s a part of it, yeah?”
“Hell yeah, Carnal.”
“Spider and Valentino are on a roll!” Eloy grabbed Valentino’s cowboy hat, and pulled his shorts right up. “Ain’t that right, Homes?”
“Yeah, hell yeah yo.” Valentino laughed. “What are we gonna be called?”
“Good question… what about Vatos Lokos 14? VL-14.”
Valentino raised his eyebrow. “Why that?”
“Vatos Lokos, like Blood In, Blood Out, but with a k instead of a c, and 14, cause we live in 14th street?”
“Actually, yeah I like that. Vatos Lokos Fourteen, sounds chido.”
Eloy smiled. “And the hand symbol can be somethin’ cool but simple.”
“Like what?”
“What ‘bout this?” Eloy flashed up a V and an L with his fingers. “Simple enough, aight?”
Valentino did the same. “Aight.”
Eloy closed the notebook and took off the hat. “Make sure ya come to recess tomorrow after English class, aight?”
“Sure, I’ll be there.”
Yeah, I do that with Notion projects lol. I throw in random pieces of quotes here and there. 
It’s a good idea.
I was unsure about it honestly cause it was two teenage boys lol.
