Ximena Gonzales gets arrested for two and half years for protecting her friends from getting brutally beaten up by prophets. What happens when she gets out? More importantly, what will Oscar think of her when he sees that she's out early?
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I was now heading over to a party at the Diaz's. Apparently Antonio wanted me home because it's a welcome home party but it's also my jump in.
There is no way that the fam can find out about me getting jumped in. I mean Caesar is only an outliner and Monse still freaked out. Speaking of Caesar, I have got to find a way to talk to him tonight.
I open the door and immediately get hit by the intoxicating smell of alcohol and drugs. Walking over to the kitchen counter where all the alcohol is, I poured myself three shots. I could feel a pair of eyes on me but I decided to ignore it.
I need to get flat faced drunk before the jump in there's no way in hell I'm feeling 100% of the pain.
I down my three shots letting the familiar burning sensation flow throughout my body. God I missed liquor. I grab a red solo cup and pour some cheap beer inside. When I set the bottle down I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see Caesar with a purple marking decorating his left eye.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked and I nodded. He pulled me away to his bedroom. We both sat down on his bed in complete silence for a few minutes until I decided to break it.
"Why did you do it?" I asked and he sighed. I watched as he rested his elbows on his knees and hung his head down low.
"What part?"
"All of it." I looked down at the ground while fiddling with my cup.
"You know I wasn't lying when I said we smashed." He looked at me defeated.
"I know, lover boy. I didn't have to ask to know that you two did it."
"What? How did you know?"
"For one, the sexual tension between you too is very hard not to miss." He avoided my gaze while blushing and I patted his shoulder while laughing. "second, Monse told me."
