CHOLA CLUB ( oscar diaz. )

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"ah. if it isn't the loca de miera that sent me to jail."

after a few seconds of staring at him in shock, i was able to speak.

"oscar." i sneered, folding my arms across my chest as his dark brown eyes looked my figure up and down, the same thirsty look on his face that he had the day we met. i was always so intimidated by him, and although i didn't want to admit it i still kinda was.

"good to see that you still lookin fine mami." he took a hit of the blunt in his hand, before passing it to cesar and waving him away. "i'm guessing you still holding a grudge?"

"i can't exactly just get over what you did to me, pendejo." i hissed, narrowing my eyes at him.

he rolled his eyes, giving me a cocky smile as he leant against the doorframe. "except for one thing hyna, i didn't do anything. you were the one who fucked up big time." he tilted his head to the side, eyeing my intensely to see if i would snap.

"you're the one who went to jail for it, though." i reply, egging him on. i wanted him to get mad. i wanted a fight.

"you're trying to put up a fight you can't win mamita. how bout you calm down and admit that you missed me." he shrugs nonchalantly, still wearing the same cocky grin that annoyed the shit out of me. "i did my time, i'm over it. stop being so sensitive."

i frowned, placing my hands on my hips. before i could retaliate, flaca came up to stop me.

oscar exhaled, looking away. "catalina." he scoffed, folding his arms. flaca glared at him, and i almost had to refrain her from punching him even though i would've loved to watch that.

"i'm not exactly ecstatic to see you either, spooky. why don't you leave my girl alone. she don't want nothing to do with you." flaca spat. if seeing oscar made me want to fight him, seeing oscar made flaca want to kill him.

he arched an eyebrow. "really? cause she just asked my hermano where to find me."

flaca looked to me, and then to oscar, and then back at me, giving me a look as if to say "what the fuck were you thinking?"

"i wanted to kick your ass." i hissed, earning a laugh from him in response. his eyes traveled to my exposed thighs, and i scoffed in disgust, pulling my dress down.

"that's cute, morenita." he chuckled. "that dress ain't covering much . be careful mami, these vatos don't know how to keep their hands to themselves." he then walked away, leaving me and flaca still fuming. he seemed to have gotten over what happened last year pretty quickly, even after he went to jail for me, and i probably should have gotten over it too, but i just couldn't. i didn't know why, but i just couldn't forgive oscar diaz. the flirty comments and looks used to excite me, and perhaps they still do, but i couldn't help but feel utter remorse towards him.

"i'm gonna take a guess," flaca said after a while, "and say that you aren't over him."

"over him?" i quickly repeated. "over him? flaca, i couldn't care less about him. pero i'm not over what he did to me."

flaca sighed deeply, her eyes drifting away. "so you don't care about that?" she gestured over to the other side of the crowded living room, where oscar had a blonde girl against the wall, talking to her with his eyes fixated on her barely covered chest.

i pulled a face of disgust as i watched the pair. the girl seemed so innocent. so oblivious to the guy standing in front of her. "pinche puto." i muttered under my breath.

isabel suddenly appeared behind us. "i know right?" she sighed, shaking her head. "since when do cholos go for white girls." her comment made both flaca and i laugh. maybe i shouldn't be taking the whole situation so seriously. sure, talking to oscar made me want to punch him in the face, but it's my first night being back in freeridge in months. i couldn't let an unexpected encounter ruin my night.

a few too many tequila shots later, my girls and i went to join domina on the dance floor, which was filled with faded teens and young adults, grinding on each other and twerking. the air was thick and smelt like sweat and alcohol, and it was hard to push through all the sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other. after some struggle, we finally made it to the dj booth. the guy behind it was casper, one of domina's friends.

"casper, play some daddy yankee next. shaky shaky." she shouted over the loud music, earning a nod from her friend casper. we then made our way back to the dance floor. by this time, i was pretty tipsy and wasn't caring about drawing attention to myself, because when shaky shaky came on i was dancing like i was the only one in the room. i glanced over at where i had last seen oscar, leaned against the wall with his other santos. his eyes were already on me, watching me as i let loose with my best friends.

after dancing for what felt like forever, my head was killing me. i slipped away from the group, making my way to the kitchen to get myself a drink of water. i turned on the faucet, filling up my cup that was already half full of alcohol and gulping down the watered down vodka, too drunk to really care.

"nice to see you letting loose again fool. haven't seen you like that in a while. maybe mexico made you a little less uptight."

i turned to see oscar again, pouring himself a shot.

"where's your ruca?" i smirked, looking at him carefully over the edge of my cup. i was drunk, and couldn't focus on how i was supposed to hate him. all i could think about was how fine he was looking tonight, something i tried ignoring earlier.

oscar chuckled, rolling his eyes. "that hyna means nothing to me mami. why? you jealous or somethin'?"

i smiled, shaking my head. "you wish i was jealous."

he laughed again before saying, "i'm gonna bouce. got another puta waiting for me upstairs."

and i suddenly remembered why he irritated me so much.