RIDE OR DIE ➸ OSCAR DIAZ [1]

TWO

"YOU KNOW HOW the Santos throw a party at the end of summer each year right?" My best friend says as he bursts into my room. I immediately look up from the game that I'm playing on my phone, with wide eyes.

"You need to learn how to knock Sam!" I exhale an uneven breath as I place a hand on my chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack pendejo!"

"You're so dramatic Cami." Samuel rolls his eyes as he sits down next to me on my bed. "Anyway, can we go back to the discussion at hand?" I roll my eyes but nod nonetheless. "Good! As you already know, the Santos are throwing a party tonight. How do you feel about going?"

I scoff, "I'm not going." His mouth falls open and he stares at me as if I suddenly sprouted two heads.

"Why the hell not?" Samuel exclaims dramatically, narrowing his light brown eyes at me. "You've always wanted to go to one but your mother never allowed you. And now that she's agreed, you don't even want to go?!"

"Wait, you spoke to my mom about this dumb party?" I raise my eyebrow, staring at him with surprise.

"Yes I spoke to your mom and she said yes! Now you have to go Camilla!" Sam says excitedly, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me to get his point across. I open my mouth to tell him what happened yesterday but then immediately decide against it. If I tell him what happened with Oscar, then he won't want me to go. And he's so excited about this stupid party, I don't want to upset him.

I give him a small smile as I make a mental note to tell him what happened with Oscar after, the party. "Fine, you win. Let's go to this dumb party."

"Hey! It's not dumb, it's the best party of the year!"

I scoff and roll my eyes, hopping off my bed. "If that helps you sleep at night."

"Why you gotta be such a hater Cami?" Sam groans loudly as I walk over to my closet. "You're always so negative."

"You know why I'm like this Sam." I snap over my shoulder as I slide open the closet door.

"Right. This is all Eli-" I grab a sparkly silver stiletto from the ground and chuck it at Sam, narrowly missing his head. He yelps and jumps off the bed, completely forgetting about his sentence.

"We don't talk about him," I whine, running a hand through my dark brown hair as my lips form a pout.

"He-who-must-not-be-named." Sam snickers, grabbing my stiletto off the ground and tossing it between his hands. "I don't get why you're still so upset about him."

"Those shoes were a hundred dollars, Sam, stop throwing it around." I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. He smiles sheepishly and passes me the shoe. I grab it from him and gently place it on the floor of my closet. "He was my first, Sam. Of course, I'm still going to be upset about him." I shrug, sifting through my clothes to find something to wear for this stupid party.

"I know he was your first kiss and all that nasty unholy stuff," I roll my eyes, "but, was he actually your first love?" Sam asks, sitting down Indian style on the middle of my bed.

I halt my actions and inhale a deep breath. I bite down on my bottom lip as all the memories we made together come flooding into my head. We were together for almost three years but we never said those three words. "No, he wasn't. He made me realize that guys aren't shit." I sigh, sifting through my clothes once again.

Sam gasps loudly. "I feel so offended."

"Cállate Sam."

THE BOOMING MUSIC could be heard all the way down the street and it made my heart race. My throat constricts with each step that I take towards the lively house. This counts as a stupid decision right? Mario just left, and I'm already back on my old bullshit.

I inhale a sharp breath and grab Sam's wrist. He looks over at me with a raised eyebrow as he practically drags me towards the front door. "Sam do we have to go?" I pout, trying to pull him back but surprisingly enough he's stronger than I am.

"Yes, we do." Sam sighs, pushing open the front door. The smell of weed, smoke and alcohol wafts through the open door and overwhelms my senses. "I don't understand why you don't want to go."

I bite back the story of Oscar and just shrug. "I'm not really feeling it," I say with a tight-lipped smile, pulling him to the side so we aren't blocking the doorway.

Sam narrows his eyes, looking into my dark brown ones. "You're acting sketchy Cami." He frowns, folding his arms over his chest. "Are you okay?"

I don't want to be here because of Oscar. I don't want anyone to see me with Oscar and tell him that I'm with a Santo now. There are so many answers that I could give Sam but instead, I bite them back and nod my head. "I'm fine. It's whatever, let's go inside."

Sam's lips lift into a huge smile and he throws his arm over my shoulders. "That's my girl!" He exclaims, leading us inside. I force a small laugh, nervously glancing around the partying scene. I look around for people that I know; I spot a quite a few kids from school scattered around the house, a couple of Prophets that are actually friends with some of the Santos and the rest are Santos. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding in when I don't see Oscar anywhere.

We walk into the kitchen and Sam immediately starts looking for drinks while I lean against the counter, checking out my nails. The nude pink colour's starting to chip, indicating that they have to be redone.

I furrow my eyebrows and sigh, looking up from my nails. But I instantly regret doing so; I spot Oscar sitting on a couch not too far from where I'm standing, with a petite brunette perched on his lap. A bottle of beer hangs loosely from one of his hands while the other is resting on the girl's thigh. He's sitting around and laughing with his friends, who I assume are also Santos. Inhaling a sharp breath I turn my head to the side, looking for Sam instead.

"Is a beer okay for the princesa?" Sam smiles, holding out a greenish bottle. I smile and nod my head, graciously taking the bottle from him. In one swing, I down half the bottle which earns me a surprised look from Sam. "Something is definitely up with you. You're not usually like this."

"I just want to have fun and forget about everything for one night." I shrug before finishing the bottle. I place the empty glass bottle on the counter and nod my head at the cooler full of beers beside Sam. "Pass me another one."

"At this rate, you're going to end up blacking out pretty fast." Sam scoffs as he grabs another beer for me.

"Maybe that's what I'm going for Sammy." I sigh, folding my arms over my chest. My eyes find themselves drifting back to Oscar and that puta, and I mentally scold myself. Why do I care, it's not like I know the guy. But before I can bring my eyes back to Sam, Oscar looks over at me and his lips lift into a smirk. He lightly pushes the girl off his lap as he rises to his feet and mutters something to his company. "Oh no," I say under my breath as he walks in my general direction. Maybe he's just coming to get another drink?

"Camilla, what is up with you?" Sam asks, holding out the beer. I glance over at him before looking back at Oscar, who is now standing an arm's length away from me.

"Camilla?" He lifts an eyebrow, my name effortlessly rolling off his tongue. The way he said it sends shivers down my spine, and a blush onto my cheeks. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl."