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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Hey you sexy motherfuckers!! Sooo yeah... (nervous chuckling) what's it been? Like two months?
The good news is I'm not dead😅
The other news is that I was planning on writing a super depressing part for this chapter, but that ended up making me depressed which actually led up to why I haven't posted in a long time.
Soo I cut aaaalllll of that out of the story that I was going to write and now I'm giving y'all a much easier plot line to follow.
ALSO!! BONUS!!! I was going to write the spicy sex scene that I promised y'all in chapter 12 but since I cut everything out y'all get to enjoy that for this chapter!!
Hope you like it!!
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The warm bright sun beaming down on me through the blinds slowly wakes me up. A smile finds its way onto my lips when the memory of last night flashes through my mind.
I reach behind me hoping to find a sleeping oscar next to me. Only to discover that the bed was cold. My heart broke as I sat up to see the other half of the bed vacant.
No note.
No text.
No call.
Just.... left.
-Two weeks later-
I was currently in my room, staring at my bed which held two completely different outfits. Tonight there was going to be a party two streets away, and honestly I've been doing everything I can to get Oscar off of my mind.
I can't believe I thought what we had was different. I'm just another whore that's used then discarded when finished. I never texted to ask him why he left. Didn't want to come across as clingy. We've been talking every now and then, but only when it's about the gang. Other than that we've basically been ignoring each other.
Or really... he's been ignoring me.
I've been the one to initiate the few conversations that we've shared these past few weeks, but only because it was a question about mine and Caesar's runs that we have to make.
Why am I thinking about a man who doesn't deserve my time? I sighed. Where was I? Oh right! Outfits.
I refocus my gaze on the two separate outfits. One was a simple mini skirt and a black crop top with short heels. The other was combat boots, with black ripped jeans, a black tube top, and a matching leather jacket.
