Matt continued walking, too nervous to speak, but became more alert when Umi asked her question, and hoped that if they wanted him dead, the wouldn't have to kill him. Matt knew this was selfish thinking, but at this point he didn't care. He figured that since he had shot one of their gang, if they found out, he'd be dead, and hoped that his presence wouldn't get Umi killed...
Umi looked at Matt. Then at Jacope again looking for an answer. Umi had no idea how to stop them. She never even held a gun before and the thought of killing someone made her cry. She tried to think of something but couldn't the only thing she could do was do nothing. She felt bad knowing she couldn't do anything.
Matt steps in front of Jacope, and he can finally speak something coherent, "They might think you killed the gunmen, but I did, so I should go in first..." Matt pulls the door open and walks in. He holds the door for Jacope and Umi. The line up right in front of the door like criminals waiting for death by firing squad. In the principal's chair was a large, Hispanic man, who wore a tall, large white tee. He had a buzz cut, and small, brown eyes. He yelled, "Where is Eduardo!?"
Matt spoke up, "And who might he be?" He stuttered and his voice squeaked through the whole question, and he wondered who the man in the chair was and would not kill him without warning for asking a question. It hit him now, Jacope hadn't seen the dead man's face, as it had been implanted in the floor, and that he should've asked him for identification...
"Jacope," the man spoke in a cool, calm voice as the previous man in the chair stood up, and let Eduardo have a seat, "it has been a long time. Say hello to your old friend, and introduce me to your new ones..." He looked over Matt and Umi with disgust. Seeing that Jacope hung with a different clique, his eyes became a little darker. He looked at Umi, "Stop coughing..." he commanded with a cold, cruel voice.
Eduardo extended his hand with a sour look on his face first to Umi, then to Matt. Matt, though reluctant, shook his hand as he didn't want to come across hostile. Eduardo's hands were dry and warm, while Matt's were cold and sweaty from fear. Eduardo spoke, "Why did you bring them here?" he asked in an agitated voice, far different from his usual laid back and uninterested tone of voice.