Oscar Diaz x Reader
You live in Freeridge and have a boyfriend. Someday you meet someone, who is called Spooky on the streets. You don't like this guy at first, but after a few adventures he's not such an asshole as you thought. Things might change...
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Today I had to walk to Cesar's house first and then go to school with him. He texted me yesterday that Oscar had to repair his car and therefore couldn't drive us. I changed and left the house.
After a while I arrived at the Santos house and looked for Cesar. I couldn't see him anywhere, but I saw Ruby instead. What was Ruby doing here? He talked to Oscar and had a lot of glitter on his face. It must have come from the twins. Poor Ruby, I hope he finally has his own room now. I stood there for a while until Ruby left and then walked to Oscar.
Oscar saw me walking towards him. "Hola hermosa, eavesdropping people, huh?" he questioned with a smirk. "No, I'm just waiting for Cesar." I answered when I tried to ignore him checking me out. "Do you want one?" he asked, looking at his joint.
"Sure." I said and he gave me one. He held out a lighter and I lit my joint. Then we smoked for a while without saying anything.
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He looked at me with a superior face. "What?" I asked with a chuckle. Before he could answer, I heard Cesar's voice. "Y/n we can go." Cesar says. I turned to Cesar and said, "Yeah, I'm coming." but before I left, I looked at Oscar and said, "Thanks for the Joint, Oscar." He nodded an "Anytime." and Cesar and I walked to school.
I tormented my way through math and I almost hit the math teacher out of sheer anger. Mr. Brown is such an asshole. I don't know why, but he picks me every time on some stupid tasks in class and making derogatory comments about women all the time. I was happy when math was finally over and I could take a break.
I walked into the cafeteria and got a sandwich. I sat alone with my tablet at a table near the window. I thought about the fact that since I was no longer with Jake, I was more likely to be alone all day.
Wait a moment? Did Jake and I officially break up in the first place? Oh, I think my slap in his face could very well be understood as a breakup.
Back then we always sat at a table with a few friends and now it's said to be alone at the cafeteria table, that certainly doesn't look strange at all. But somehow, the loneliness is quite relaxing. I can think.
