Mi Amor - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz/On my block Story

16

This time, my parents were serious. They were pissed, and it was clear they wanted me to feel the weight of my choices.

Back in my room, I sank onto my bed, grappling with my thoughts. I wasn't mad at them; they had every right to be upset. I had completely lost control the night before, and it stung even more because it was our first night together as a family in Freeridge. I was supposed to spend the evening helping them unpack and acting like a responsible teenager, but instead, I had gone out and gotten trashed. I could only imagine how helpless and worried they must have felt.

As the memories of the previous night began to churn in my mind, tears welled in my eyes. This time, I really meant it when I said I was sorry. I went downstairs to the kitchen, swallowing my pride, and offered a heartfelt apology.

I couldn't remember every detail of the night, but I knew getting wasted was a mistake.

When I flopped back onto my bed, my phone chimed—thankfully, my parents hadn't thought to take it from me yet. I opened up a barrage of messages in the group chat with Tanja and Keisha.

Scrolling through the pictures, I felt a mix of shame and amusement. At first, I was mortified by my behavior, but as the images sparked fragmented memories, I found myself smiling at the fun we had shared.

Then one picture caught my eye, and I gasped. I looked like a complete disaster—my skin was pale, hair wild and tangled, and my shirt was drenched as if I had just survived a rainstorm. I looked like a cracked-out junkie.

I quickly typed a message:
Elly: "Please delete this one. I look like a druggie."

Keisha: "You ARE a druggie ;D"

Tanja: "Don't worry, we just posted the good ones. We have your back."

Elly: "Posted? Where?"

Keisha: "Insta, of course. What's the deal? You worried about your parents seeing it?"

Elly: "They don't have my Insta. But like, everybody else could see it..."

Tanja: "For example, Spooky."

Elly: "I don't care about him. He's blocked anyway."

Keisha: "Not by me. And he saw my story already."

Elly: "Fuck. So he knows I was at that party last night."

Keisha: "What do you mean, of course he knows?"

Elly: "Yeah, because you needed to post these pictures."

Keisha: "I think the puke he had to scrape off his shoes this morning was enough of a memory."

Tanja: "Please don't remind me. That was a low. Even for me."

Elly: "What the fuck are you even talking about??"

Tanja: "Girl, you don't remember anything, do you?"

Elly: "I mean... I remember us dancing, drinking, and popping pills. Except that I'm blank after that."

Tanja: "And I thought I hit my limit..."

Keisha: "Listen, Oscar came up to us last night, all mad and stuff because we were wasted. He tried to take you home—literally threw you over his shoulder—but you kneed him in the balls, so he let you down. Then Tanja threw up all over us, and we just bailed."

I needed a moment to process this. Why had he tried to take me home? Was he embarrassed that his ex-girlfriend was acting like a hot mess? Or was he genuinely worried about me? Maybe he still cared, but if so, why was he acting so strange?