Cesar Diaz Imagines

23 - caught

Requested by @IAMKAYYBREEZY

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It was wrong. You knew that. Both of you did but you couldn't help yourself, it was like the universe was drawing you two together no matter what you did to prevent it. We both decided to keep it on the down-low but of course Ruby, being the one to stick his nose into everything, he found out and only him until you and Cesar decided it was the right time to tell everyone and embrace yourselves for their reaction, especially Monse's.

It was the night before summer break so you and the crew had to celebrate another successful year at the typical get together at your place. You were having such a blast despite the tug of guilt that continuously pulled at your heart whenever Monse saw Cesar and you within 2 feet of each other.

"So, what next?" You ask, calming yourself down from the massive laughing session that happened a few seconds ago.

"Within our group who would look better with who?" Ruby asks as you and Cesar froze in your seats, looking over at him but he didn't take any notice.

"I'll go first. Ever since we were little mine has always been y/n and Cesar," Jamal says and upon hearing that your attention moves straight to Monse as her lips are pursed from annoyance and she was fiddling with the rim of the beer bottle, not making direct contact at anybody which meant that she was jealous, not hearing her name be paired with Cesar.

"Can't say I agree."

I narrow my eyes and lean forward in my seat, elbows on my knee, beer bottle between fingers, "and why's that Monse?" You ask skeptically.

But you already knew why. Cus' she was in love with Cesar.

She lifts her head and makes eye contact with you, "you know why y/n," you fake the expression of understanding and go back to playing the game.

***

Once it was way past midnight, everyone said their goodnights and went home to their own beds while someone decided to say goodnight in your bed.

You enter your bedroom and see him laying there, looking gorgeously handsome as always, "I've been waiting."

"Well, you shouldn't have. You should be going home."

"Not yet."

Once you were close enough to the bed, he pushes you onto the bed with the pull of your wrist and leans over you as you felt his lips press against yours. His hand placing themselves your skin under your shirt. You tug on the hem of his shirt as he removes it almost immediately.