My best friends brother

Chapter 1

Cesar Diaz, my best friend, my literal ride or die. Him and I have been best friends since the second grade, and we are now in our Senior year of high school. We've done everything together, I remember back in the fifth grade when we first found out about the gang that our families are in, Los Santos, well they run it together. It was weird hearing it as a kid, but as we got older it all became a reality that we lived in. I was there the day that his dad, Ray got taken to prison, and I was there when his older brother, Oscar went to prison too. Like when I say that we have done and been through everything together, I mean it. I've always supported him through literally everything and I have always been his person, and he's always been mine. But then shit changed when we found out that his brother was getting out early. I was always around the house before him and his dad both got sent away and everyone knew me, but seeing Oscar for the first time in four years changes a lot of stuff, and I had the fattest crush on him before he left, so it would be weird seeing him after four whole years.

Cesar and I were sitting on my living room couch watching tv, waiting anxiously for Oscar to come back. It was a nerve wracking day for the both of us, we have both changed so much since he got taken away. We're in high school now, and we matured a lot, and we both look different. Well mainly me, I got thicker than I was back in middle school and all of my small acne spots cleared up. So it was going to be weird for us to be around someone that hasn't seen us in years. We both jumped as we heard Cesar's phone go off, I looked at him waiting anxiously for him to answer it, because it would most likely be Oscar calling. We both looked down at his phone and low and behold, it was none other than Oscar himself. He answered the phone after the first couple of rings and walked down the hall to go and talk to his brother. And just hearing his voice from the other end of the phone gave me goosebumps, even if it was just for a few seconds. Oscar always had some type of effect on me, and he definitely knew it too. Cesar came back down the hall with a guilty look in his eyes and I had a feeling I knew what he was about to say.

"Oh god, you have that look in your eyes" I groaned, throwing my head back. I stayed quiet until he finally decided to speak up and tell me what was about to happen.

"We're going to a party tonight.." he mumbled, my head shot up and I knew that that wasn't all. "And Oscar is picking us up in 20 minutes." He spoke a little louder. I didn't even say anything, I just rolled my eyes and got up, making my way to my room to get dressed for the party. The last time Cesar and I went to a Santos party, we had just barely turned fourteen years old. I knew that we didn't have a choice to go, because I already knew without even having to ask that Oscar would want me to go too, so I just compiled. So I put on a black off the shoulder crop top, a pair of plain dark wash jeans and black high top converse. Cesar came into my room after I finished getting dressed and I could tell that he was even more nervous than I was. I could tell that we both had a bad feeling about this party, but we had to go for the sake of his brother, and our bloodlines were full of Santos, so we never had a choice.

"It'll be fine, we have nothing to worry about" I said as I bumped him with my arm. I sat in front of my mirror and started doing my makeup, I only planned on putting on mascara, and lip gloss, so it wasn't much.

"I still don't get why you put that stuff on" Cesar said, changing the subject as he picked up my lip gloss that was sitting next to me, I was putting on lip liner and I just glared at him through the mirror.

"Because it's pretty that's why" I shot back, he always made comments about my make up and I knew that he never liked it when I wore too much of it because to him I looked completely different.

"Nah I think you just want to impress Oscar" He teased, poking me in my sides, I just rolled my eyes at his stupid comment, and smacked his hands away. He always talked about my little crush that I used to have on Oscar back before he left. It was something that got brought up all the time, just so he could get under my skin and unfortunately it worked every time. I had just finished putting on my lip gloss when we heard a car horn from outside, we gave each other a look as if to prepare ourselves for seeing him. We walked out my front door to see Oscar leaning up against his red Impala in a black wife beater tank top, a pair of dark grey dickies and the same high top converse that I was wearing. My eyes traveled back up to his to meet his gaze, and I saw him looking me up and down.