Elly's about to make the biggest move of her life-from Germany to America. But before she officially settles in, a school trip takes her to Freeridge, the city she'll soon call home. What she didn't expect? Meeting someone who's about to flip her wo...
I caught wind of Oscar having some issues with three guys from another gang, all decked out in purple. I didn't catch their gang's name, and honestly, I didn't really care.
Jasmine, Monse, and I made ourselves comfortable at the swings. I swung a little too hard, feeling that familiar nausea creeping up.
Suddenly, I leaped off the swing and sprinted to the nearest trash can to throw up—not exactly my favorite activity.
When I returned, I spotted Cesar walking away and Monse looking downcast.
"What's going on with Cesario?" I asked, concern creeping into my voice.
"Cesario!" Jasmine chimed in, laughing like it was the funniest thing she'd heard all night. Our tipsy minds found it hilarious.
Monse sighed. "He had to help Ray at Dwayne's. So he's out."
Jasmine screamed, full of energy. "But we're still in, bitches! Let's get this party started!"
We jumped into a dance, attempting the Lunch Money Challenge. We thought we were absolutely killing it, but I'm pretty sure we looked like two monkeys being chased by bees. Thank goodness Monse had the foresight to film us—there would be plenty of embarrassing footage to laugh at in the morning.
Just then, Oscar finished up whatever gang business he had and headed toward us. I had completely forgotten about him.
He saw us dancing and didn't look amused at all, which only spurred me on more.
"What the hell is that?" he asked, irritation etched across his face.
"It's the Lunch Money Challenge, yo!" Jasmine shouted, pumping her fists in the air.
"Work it, girls! Work that now, good girl!" Monse cheered.
Oscar asked about Cesar and frowned deeply when he heard he was with Ray. "All right! Well, I'm bouncing. Elly, come!"
I shot him a questioning look, hands on my hips. "Do I look like a dog to you? Are you going to ask me to spin or play dead next?"
The girls erupted in laughter, and Oscar's irritation only deepened, his expression a mix of annoyance and exasperation.
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Oscar frowned, arms crossed, clearly annoyed. "Elly, that's not something I'm going to discuss with you. You and your little friends are drunk and can't stay here alone. A thousand things could happen."
"Ohhh Oscar, stop being such a fun killer! Are you the only one allowed to have fun? Like, say, with your ex?" I shot back, laughter bubbling up as I emphasized the last word.
His expression hardened. "Well, if you're so capable of handling everything by yourselves, how are you guys getting home?"
"Someone will drive us," Jasmine chimed in, her mischievous grin widening. "Especially since I'm dealing with a wardrobe malfunction of the third nipple kind."
