SATIVA ✞ ON MY BLOCK [OSCAR DIAZ]

SEVENTEEN

i didnt put it in the "cast" chapter but Kenny is played by Asap Rocky's sexy ass

Olivia quickly walked downstairs to the basement, opening the curtain to Ximena's room.

She held up two shirts to her chest as her sister sat on the bed, "Okay, which one? Safe, but cute or show a little cleave but still be stylish." Ximena pointed to the second choice, checking her makeup one more time before standing.

"I knew that was the better choice," Olivia sighed, taking off the shirt she was currently wearing to change. She looked over at her sister, smirking as she poked the girl's shoulder. "Oo, you look fancy."

Ximena smiled softly, "Shut up."

ik this is a pic of BAD BITCH zendaya but i just wanted the outfit to show yall what ximenas wearing ok back to the story

When Ximena and Olivia entered the house, they could already see Jamal was becoming the life of the whole party. He stood on a table as people from school surrounded around him and cheered him on. He began chugging a 40, not stopping till almost half of the bottle was done.

"He is going to be a mess in the morning," Olivia laughed, shaking her head. She caught eye of Cesar, who was sitting alone on the couch. Olivia looked over to her sister, who nodded for her to go.

Ximena slowly pushed past and made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed a Corona out of the fridge, turning around to a man standing in front of her.

"Let me get that for you," he smiled, his perfectly white teeth showing through. He searched his back pocket, taking out his keys. He flipped through them to a bottle opener. Ximena handed him the beer, his hand purposely brushing over hers as he took it.

"Wouldn't expect this to be a lady's drink of choice," he joked, cracking open the top.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ximena raised an eyebrow, chuckling before taking a sip of the beer.

"You seem like the Four Loko kind of girl."

Ximena scoffed, "Should I be talking with a valley accent and driving a convertible too?"

While he laughed, Ximena took the chance to take in his features. He had a smooth dark complexion, almost perfect, his smile complimented his full lips and his hair was sectioned in braids. "Kenny," he introduced.

"Ximena," she replied.

But the girl's enjoyment of his company soon went away as a hand began wrapping itself around her waist.

Ximena immediately backed away, "My boyfriend really wouldn't like that." She uncomfortably chuckled, an image back to when Oscar beat that man in the backyard flashed in her head, which made her back further away from Kenny.

"Your boyfriend isn't here though, right?" He questioned, reaching back out for her.

She placed her hand on his, moving it back down to his side politely, "He's actually throwing this party."

He laughed, gesturing to the living room, "Dude dancing on the table is your boyfriend?"

Ximena shook her head, pointing to Oscar standing behind Kenny, "Nope, he is."

As Ximena picked from a pile of empty plastic cups, she tiredly shoved them into the garbage bag, sighing.

"You definitely overreacted," she looked over at Oscar, who was scrubbing down the kitchen countertop.

She bent down to pick up another beer bottle. She tossed it into the bag, cursing how disgusting people were.

"How was supposed to react?" Oscar questioned, "He shouldn't have been all over you."

Ximena rolled her eyes out of frustration, tying a knot in the, now full, bag, "He wasn't even all over me!"

Oscar shook his head, mumbling under his breath, "Was until I showed up."

Ximena placed her hands on the counter, watching her boyfriend as he continued cleaning, "And thanks to your amazing temper, the cops were called."

Oscar scoffed, stopping his scrubbing, "Oh, please! Los pacos would've been called anyway."

Ximena turned away from her boyfriend, becoming aggravated, "Whatever." She got a new garbage bag, opening it up before getting back to cleaning. Oscar let out a deep breath, placing the wet rag he was using down. He walked over to Ximena, wrapping himself around her as her back leaned against his chest.

He placed his head on her shoulder, taking the garbage bag from her hands and setting it down. Ximena let herself relax into his arms, her anger soon melting away.

"I'm sorry," he admitted quietly.

"For?"

"For getting jealous."

"And?" Ximena pressed.

Oscar loudly sighed, "And causing a scene."

Ximena, satisfied, turned herself in his arms, her chest against his as she looked up at him.

"It's okay, eres lindo cuando estás celoso."

"Man, whatever," he laughed, "if it was some hyna on me the situation wouldn't be no different."

"No, I would definitely be in jail."