"i love you, para siempre."
season 1 of on my block. this book is spanish/english but mostly in english.
all credits go to netflix and the on my block writers/creators.
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- monse, jamal, ruby, and i stood at a brick wall watching a high school party. "do you see him? i dont see him." monse said worried about our friend cesar who went inside the party to get us beers.
"something bad is happening. i can feel it." a worried jamal claims. "i knew this was a dumb idea."
"pop a xannie j. we cant see him cause he's being stealth." ruby says trying to calm jamal down.
"and nothing's gonna happen to him. theres a lot of santos' in there, he's oscars brother. they wont hurt him." i say reassuring my worried friends.
"no doubt. he's got this. when has cesar ever disappointed?" a more calm monse says.
"mmm. fourth grade. kickball tourney. we lost." says jamal.
"only cause i picked the kid with no skills." a voice behind us says. "and i'd pick you again." i turn around and see cesar holding five beer cans. he then throws one at jamal. "loyalty trumps victory compa" cesar comes and stands next to me and hands monse, ruby, and myself a can as well. "take it in. this is about to be us. this is high school." we all open our beer and take a sip.
"ruby you think your brothers gonna marry angelica?" monse asks.
"no idea. mario tells me jack." ruby replies. jamal laughs and says, "what about that time he said angelica has a dangler?" ruby gives him a look. "but he said that." jamal states.
"in private! time and place, dude!" ruby says. "oh, guys, check out huerita at nine o'clock."
"monse if you were a girl-" monse cuts ruby off "i am a girl" "yeah but if you were a girl like that, would you wear underwear?" ruby asks. "shut up ruby" i say laughing.
"oh my god, im gonna die. im gonna die. im gonna die." jamal repeatedly said. "why are you gonna die?" i asked.
"those guys play for the 'ridge" jamal pointed at football players. "did you know that last year alone over a quorum of kids-" i cut him off saying, "died playing football?" "you're stuck on repeat." says monse shaking her head. "so dont play."
"no choice. my pops was a legend. its family tradition." jamal exhales. "im dead." he then turns around and starts hyperventilating. "you're not dead." i say walking to him.
"football spiral?" cesar says walking to us. "jamal, cte is not in your future."
ruby turns around to us. "guys, check out my game. huerita just gave the nod."
