Back To You

Babysitting

This song has nothing to do with the story, I just have it on repeat right now lol. 

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Malakai Davis

I, dramatically, threw my head back and let out a loud groan. "Oscar, please!"

"No, dammit no!" He reached over and me and buckled up my seatbelt. I was about to unbuckle it but he popped my hand.

"Why not?" I sighed, knowing that I wasn't going to win the argument. Convincing Oscar to spark a blunt with me was clearly not working. If anything I was just convincing him that I didn't need a blunt.

"Because, chica, you don't need any more drugs fucking up that precious mind of yours." Oscar started up the car and turned to me with a stupid smile. "Ahora a donde vas?"

"Definitely not to school," I mumbled. That was the last place I needed to go. Well, second to last. Home was the last place I should be.

"How about I drop you off at your new best friend's house?" Oscar started to drive.

I laughed, not even remembering telling him about that. Then again, I was high the last time I talked to him so it was a possibility I rambled about Jamie. After our talk in the bathroom and exchanging numbers, Jamie declared me as her new best friend.

"Are you jealous?" I poked his shoulder, playfully.

Oscar shrugged nonchalantly and patted me on the head. "I don't get jealous, Kid. I murder."

"You're not funny." Nonetheless, he got a little laugh out of me. A peaceful silence filled the car as he drove to Jamie's house. I figured he already knew where it was, hence why he offered to drop me off there in the first place. "You can drop me off there," I said as we came up to Jamie's house. I assumed Jamie would be there because she had been skipping the past few days due to having a cold.

He wordlessly pulled to a stop and unbuckled my seatbelt for me. "Despite what I say, I'm always here for you. You know that?"

I smiled and gave him a little hug. "I know, gilipollas."

Oscar rolled his eyes. "Do you know what that word means?"

I shrugged. It was something that I heard Oscar call someone the other day ago. "I'm assuming it means idiot or something in that realm."

"I have to teach you Spanish one day." Oscar sighed.

"I know Spanish," I assured him, knowing damn well that I was lying.

"You know context clues." He corrected.

"You're like the older brother I never wanted," I said. I could tell that he took it positively because a smile overtook his face.

"I called my aunt, Isabella, a few days ago. She invited me over for dinner." He admitted.

My jaw dropped, I had been urging Oscar to reach out to his family for ages. But he always refused, swearing that he didn't miss them. "Oh my God!"

"Don't get too excited. I'm not doing this to reconcile with my family. I just want her to tell me what you say about me during those therapy sessions." Oscar joked.

Dr. Kline was far too professional for that. "Yeah, whatever. I hope everything works out for you, caballo."

Oscar pulled me into another short hug before muttering, "Now get out of my car."

"Thank you." I gathered my stuff and got out of the car. The moment I stepped out Oscar was roaring down the street. Idling in rich neighborhoods had always made him nervous.