RUN SANTOS!! ( Spooky x Reader)

2)Cholos Across the Street

Once I got home I saw the cholos still outside but the one that whistled at me before was sitting on my porch as I slowly parked the car I glared at him and grabbed my gun. I put it in the back of my jeans. Once I got up he stood up and looked my up and down. 

"Hey....what're you doing on my porch?" He looked me in the eyes taking a step closer. 

"I saw you checking my car out earlier and last night when you tackled Kristy on the lawn. Thought I should come say hi, see who you were." I stared at him and let go of the grip on my gun letting it rest against my back. I stuck my hand out. 

"The names (Y/N) but people in the streets normally call me shorty." He looked amused at my name. I mean what was it supposed to be I'm only 5"1. He shook my hand. 

"The names Oscar but they call me Spooky." I looked at him like he was crazy he didn't even seem scary. I'm guessing he could see the look on my face because he looked at me like I was a sociopath for not thinking he was scary. He cleared his throat, "I'm having a party at the crib you should come by." 

I look at him with amusement in my eyes then looked bored to say, "I'll think about it."

He looks distraught by the response but recovers quick and lean in close when I turn around and he says "Just 10 minutes and you can see what I can do." 

My eyes go wide and I look at him as he slowly walks away and I yell "We'll see about that!"

AUNTIES HOME

It's been a couple hours since Oscars and I encounter. Since then I put the groceries up, ate lunch, and tried to sign myself up for my final year of high school. It was more like final couple weeks I just needed the diploma and I was fine. I've had straight A's ever since my papa said I wouldn't be able to race and be apart of the Cripscies (Gang name) if I didn't get all A's and he knew I wouldn't give up racing so I've perfected my grades since. I'm already 18 and my birthday is in October and it's June right now so I have a couple months before my birthday. But I only have 7 weeks before graduation and I need to sign up now or I will have to do extra work.

Once my aunt gets home I tell her everything that happened and she looked at me distraught. "Now I don't know if I should go or not. Help me." She breathed in deeply obviously trying to comprehend everything I said. 

"Honey you can go if you want to but you need to be careful around Spooky and the Santos." The fear in her eyes when I said Oscar instead Spooky left me confused. Why does it matter what name I use? Should I go to the party? Do I have to call him Spooky if I do go to the party?

PARTY STARTED

It's like 11pm and I can hear the music of the party. I was going to skip it but it just sound really fun to get drunk and dance at this time of night. I mean what could actually go wrong? I just have to make sure to cover my tattoo. So that's what imma do. I straightened my hair put on light makeup. Put on jean short shorts with a red Rolling Stones crop top and black Air Jordan 1s. Once I finished it was 11:15pm. I know I'm fast. The song that was playing was "Wet Dreamz" by J. Cole (song up top) I've known it since it came out and this is my fucking song and it just started so I was on my motherfucking way.

I just opened the door, I mean it's a party and the music is too loud for anyone to hear me knock. Once I walk in I see all the cholas licking up and down on the cholos. I just go to the dance floor since my songs on. I see Oscar looking at/checking me out but I don't care. I get on the dance floor and start dancing to my song. I did make the entire routine when I was 12. Of course the song ends with me on the floor in the splits. Which I didn't think out since I'm in short shorts so you see half my ass on the floor. Once I get up and pull my shorts back down. The circle that formed around were cheering and laughing. Then I see Oscar sitting with a slight issue in his pants and I laugh then make my way to get a shot of whiskey and a beer. Once I finish my shot I feel hands slide on my hips, I also feel his third leg if you know what I mean.

I look to see Oscar standing behind me I just laugh. He looks like a confused puppy. "What's so funny bebé." I just laugh harder for his stupid nickname. 

"First I'm not anybody's baby and second I feel the little issue in your pants." I say through a slight laugh. He just sends a smirk at me then leans into my ear. 

"I mean you put it there, I thinks it's only fair you get rid of it." He says in a very seductive voice. Then nibbles at my earlobe. I take in a sharp breath of air. Then smirk to myself. I lean to his ear and nibble. I put one hand on his belt buckle. 

"You must be pretty stupid, if you think I'm that easy Oscar." He stops kissing my neck and growls in annoyance. I let go of belt buckle grab my beer and make my way back to everyone else.

I was dancing and drinking till about 1am and I was pretty drunk. After all I'm pretty sure I took down a whole bottle of whiskey by myself plus the random beers here and there. I knew if I drank more I was not going to remember what I have done so I just made my slow crooked steps to the front door to leave. On my way I see Oscar talking to some other girls and laugh to myself cause he gave up pretty easy I thought he would be a fighter. I over hear one girl calling him the leader. I turned around real fast after that and just stared at him. He looked at me with confusion. 

I slurred out "You....Oscar....the leader." He growled at me using his real name. 

He said "Ya what's it to you bebé niña." I growled at the name. 

"It's Shorty to you.... and I don't do leaders, so don't talk to me." He looked at me like I was crazy talking to him like that. I could see steam coming from his ears of anger. 

"I'll call you whatever the hell I want and what's wrong with leaders." I knew I was drunk 2 seconds ago but when he sassed me I was sober and wishing I could shoot him now. 

"You can call me Shorty....and leaders are more trouble and don't have time to actually talk." With that after a short death stare I turned around and left.

AUTHORS NOTE
*edited*
I know this seems going the wrong direction but chill I figure it out. My mind takes me places and this was were it took me. Hello to the one reader I saw before publishing this also. :)