RIDE OR DIE ➸ OSCAR DIAZ [1]

SEVEN

"YOU HAVEN'T LEFT your house in seven days!" Sam exclaims as he walks through the front door, past Ruby.

"Hello to you too Sam," Ruby says sarcastically as he closes the door. I look up at the two boys before shrugging and looking back down at my cereal.

"School starts tomorrow," Sam says as he slides into the seat across from mine.

I raise an eyebrow. "And?"

Sam sighs dramatically with a roll of his eyes. "We've got to have one last hurrah before senior year starts!"

I grab my half-eaten bowl of cereal and stand up with a sigh. "I don't really care anymore, Sam. Ten more months of this place and then I'm gone and never coming back, just like Mario."

Sam glances over his shoulder at Ruby who's sitting on the armrest of the couch, listening in on our conversation. Ruby frowns at me but doesn't say anything. "Camilla, what's wrong?" Sam asks quietly, standing up and walking over to me.

"Nothing! Nothing is wrong!" I exclaim angrily. "I'm sick of everyone asking me that!" The bowl of cereal slips from my hands and hits the ground, shattering loudly. A gasp escapes my lips and I immediately crouch down to pick up the pieces, but one of the glass shards cuts my hand. I let out a soft hiss of pain, frowning at my bleeding hand.

"Camilla stop. I'll do it." Ruby says hurriedly, grabbing my wrist and examining the cut. "Go clean that up."

I yank my hand out of his grasp and stand up. "I'm fine."

"Camilla-"

"I'm fine!" I say louder, cutting off Sam's sentence. I rush past Sam and Ruby and run out the front door, not stopping until I'm halfway down the street.

I slow my run down to a walk, holding my wrist against my chest. I could go to Monse's house, but she'd ask me too many questions about Cesar and Oscar. I could go to Cesar's house, but that involves seeing Oscar and I don't want to see him. And that leaves Jamal. He wouldn't ask me anything because he can't keep a secret.

I continue walking down the street, heading towards Jamal's house. That is until a certain red Impala slowly drives by me. I curse inwardly but keep my eyes on the street in front of me, not allowing them to wander over to him.

"Camilla, are you bleeding?" Oscar asks loudly.

"Maybe." I shrug nonchalantly, not looking over to see his reaction. "But it's none of your business Santo."

"It is my business morenita. You're my business now, whether you like it or not." I stop walking and turn to the side to face him. He stops the car as well, giving me a tight-lipped smile. He's wearing a grey tank top with black shorts, and his cross necklace. Even though that's his basic outfit, he still looks absolutely perfect to me. It's hard to hate him when he's so hot. "Everyone knows you're mine." He adds after a few seconds of silence. I stare blankly at him, making him sigh. "Just get in the car, Camilla."

"Actually-"

"Camilla please." Oscar pleads, pushing open the passenger side door. If I go with him, we might end up arguing. But I'll also have a chance to talk things through with him. If I don't go, I'll just continue being upset over him. I've got to be mature now. I sigh loudly, turning my lips down into a pout. I stomp over to his car and sit down inside, slamming the door after me. He smirks, pressing his foot down on the accelerator. "That wasn't so hard."

"Shut up," I mumble, looking down at my hand. The cut isn't too deep, but it won't stop bleeding.

"Shit," Oscar says, holding out his hand. "Lemme see." I hesitantly place my hand on top of his, allowing him to get a better look at it. He lightly twists my hand, frowning down at it. "How'd you even do this?"

"I dropped a bowl and as I was angrily picking up the pieces, one of them cut me." I pout at him, making him smile lightly. His smile makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. Fuck, I hate how he makes me feel.

"You gotta be careful babe." He shakes his head, letting go of my hand and pointing to the glove box across from me. "There should be tissues or some shit like that in there. Apply pressure to your hand with it."

I open the glove box and the first thing I see is a gun. A shaky breath passes my lips as I pick it up and raise an eyebrow. What was I honestly expecting? He runs a gang. "Um..." I trail off, holding out the gun in front of me. He briefly glances over at me with a raised eyebrow, but his expression changes within a second.

"Wipe your prints off of it," He says hastily, "and put it back."

"Wipe my prints?" I ask as I do exactly what he asked. "Why?"

"If that gun's ever found in the wrong place, I don't want you getting in trouble."

"Oh," I say softly, putting the gun back where I found it. I find a small wad of tissue papers like he said, and press it against the cut on my palm.

"UM HEY, GUYS..." Cesar trails off as he walks into the kitchen where Oscar and I are sitting around. I'm sitting on the counter and he's standing between my legs. I smile over Oscar's shoulder at him. "You two made up?"

"Mhm." Oscar hums, gently holding my bandaged hand. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" Oscar asks, glancing over his shoulder for a second before looking back at me.

"Nope," Cesar says, strolling over to us. He leans against the counter beside me, smiling at his brother. "You two official?"

"Cesar." Oscar groans making me laugh. "Go annoy someone else."

"No," I say, answering Cesar's question. "We aren't official."

Oscar gives me a pointed look. "Not yet anyway."

"Why the hell not?" Cesar questions as he hops onto the counter. He gently takes my hand from Oscar's and frowns down at it. "What did you do?"

"She hurt herself fool." Oscar scowls, yanking my hand from him. Pain shoots up my arm causing me to let out a soft groan.

"Leave my hand out of this." I roll my eyes as I cradle my hand against my chest. "And we're not together because I think we should take things slow."

"Well you already act like you've fucked on the counter," Cesar shrugs, "so why not make it official?" My eyes widen and I give him a strange look.

"But we haven't fucked on the counter." I clarify, wrapping my arms around Oscar's neck.

"But we will," Oscar adds, smirking at me. I roll my eyes, fiddling with the chain around his neck.

"You two are gross." Cesar groans, playfully kicking Oscar's stomach. Oscar's narrows his eyes at him, grabbing his foot and lightly twisting it to the side.

"Don't mess with me homie," Oscar warns, earning himself a slap on the back of his head from me. "I gotta worry bout you fucking around with me too?! Let a man live!" Cesar and I laugh as we give each other a high five. "The two of you together is going to make my life a living hell." Oscar rolls his eyes.

"I don't doubt you," Cesar says, bumping his shoulder against mine. I smile and nod my head, looking over at Oscar who's already watching me. He smiles back at me, resting his hands on my waist.