Oscar Diaz loving someone? Unknown to everyone but himself. A girl not known to the world becomes his in a matter of months. But this is freeridge that shit is unknown.
~ON MY BLOCK~
Put on my new clothes, the pants were a bitch to get on. Taking a breath, as I was jumping for a minute straight trying to get these over my thighs and ass. I walked out, a group of men sat in the living room, the smell of weed and desperation filled my nose. "She is fine" one said sipping a beer "Damn, light skinned beauty" one joked His shirt was dark green, with a stains His hair was in dreads and that kinda helped his ugly face. "Hi" I said sweetly with a small grin "Now, what shall we call her?" King asked, his eyes roamed my body "Turn for us" one said My blood ran cold, scared of what he truly wanted "No" said king making my eyes connect with his "Why?" One asked "She don't got to do shit" king said "What about olive?" One states, his green shades over his dark eyes, his skin had a gold glow in the dim lighting. "Queenie?" "Hell" one joked "Have you ever used a gun" "Crown, shut up" king took a hit of his blunt "Yes, but I didn't shoot no body" I said "You ran with the santos?" Someone asked "I did" I acted disgusted "Hmm, I am Tyrone" he said flashing a smile "I am willow" I said "Stop fucking her wit your eye, cuz" Latrell said, his fingers covered in gold rings The seat had stain all over, they were leather though, two arm chair on the wall with the door and a corner sofa that has a love seat pushed almost to the wall. Led lights on the ceiling with a glass coffee table in the center on top, porn magazines, beer and blunts with a nice touch of smoke butts for cigarettes. "Why don't you pop a squat on me girl" crown spoke, his gold tooth showing "I'm good" I say back "We heading to the party" Latrell says standing dabbing king up. "Me a Mahaba will see you later" king says Once there stupid asses leave king tells me to relax, have a seat and a drink "Mahaba?" I questioned "It means love in Swahili" he smiled "What got you in this life?" I asked "My ma was sick, I needed cash. Guess I was to good, I was chosen for it" he spoke tensely "Why did you not leave?" I asked taking a sip out of a bitter bottle of cheap beer "I am 17, no family, no place to go? I don't know, people depend on me" Our eyes met "We should go" he smiled at me As we got in the car, the brown leather seats and warm feel felt nice again. "What shit you listen to?" He asked "It is not shit and you would not like it" I say "What is it that white girl type of shit?" He asked, I laughed "No, it is just, weird?" "Play somethin" I plug the audio into my phone, an iPhone 8+ not a bad phone but all we could afford. "Do you know the song reloaded?" I asked "Nope" he popped the p "Okay then" I pressed the song, the beat dropping He bopped his head to the beat, the fake sirens going off "Damn" is all he said as the song played His hand rested in the middle, one hand on the stirring wheel I hummed along lowly "Hardcore?" He asked "Kinda" I said over the music
We were there by the end of the song, parking further away, my heels clicking on the cracked concrete "Let's go Mahaba" his flashed his smile before we walked into the house The music was loud almost booming A girl pulled me aside asked a question per second, she laughed then dragged me to the hard where horny teens and adults were getting it on.
"You don't remember me?!" She questioned "Gia?" My eyes shot open "AH" she squeezed my body in her tiny arms " I missed the hell out of you!" Her voice has changed but her face has not After a hour of catching up and trading numbers we heading inside The music basted even louder then before, handed a red solo cup I tried to vibe with the trap music playing. "Fuck" Gia muttered "What?" My mouth was left a gap As santos busted through the door A gunshot ran out , unknown of who's side shot King grabbed my arm pulling me from the house, people tripping over eachother, cars speeding off "Who was shot?" I asked "I don't know" he said We got in the car, speeding off back to his house. We sat there for a second He pulled his gun out, pulling the safety off "We can't even have a party without those bitch ass santos ruining it" I just sighed He got out, me soon following His door was left a crack "Fuck" he muttered under his breath I jumped in front of him and opened the door Oscar sat with his elbows on his knees
"Spooky?" I questioned Kings gun went over my shoulder then he went in front "Put the gun down, we ani't here to fight" his low voice could vibrate the house "Why you here" I said Sad eyes closed the door, "Well, somebody impersonated a santo and went to your party" he said "That was not you guys?" I asked "Nope" Oscar mode activated, he just wanted to protect everyone "King, put the gun down, they won't do anything stupid" I whispered grabbing the gun "Listening the bitch" a santo said "The only bitch here is you" I laughed at my own comment
"Here's the deal..."
End of chapter... More shit for the shit life
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