"We can't keep doing this," Mae mumbled not fully wanting him to hear her. Her eyes focused on the ocean in front of her as she nervously bit her lip.
"That's never stopped us before," he joked. Reaching past the young girl he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a joint. "What's on your mind, bebé?"
"I'm leaving for Stanford in two days and I can't keep lying to my parents." Here brown eyes finally met his. His jaw was clenched and he had those cold eyes that made people run away. "They're so proud of me right now, O. I can't break their hearts because if they found out-"
"They've never found out before. What the real reason you can't keep doing this?" His stare alone was intimidating enough for the girl to rest her hand on the door handle of his red low rider. The grip he had on the back of the seat behind her made her open the handle half way. "What? You want some vato that isn't a Santo? You think you better because you're Ms Stanford now?"
"You know what I mean. Stop acting like this." Mae didn't know what she meant. She knew somewhere deep down it was because she wanted to leave Freeridge behind completely. Another part of her knew it was because she didn't want to hear about the infamous Spooky dead while she's unable to make that five hour drive. She would be all alone. 'Might as well get used to a life without him' was her way of thinking.
"Yo espero que no vuelvas," he mumbled. Mae purses her lips wishing she could understand. She always hated when spoke in Spanish. He knew that. "Just go."
She watched him lean his head against the steering wheel letting out a sigh. Despite being the one to break things off, Mae felt a tear fall down her cheek. They had been doing this since the both of them could drive. Being kids didn't last forever, but she didn't expect it to come to an end so soon.
"I love you." Counted to three in her head waiting for a response. Once she realized she was waiting for nothing Mae finally got out of the car.
She slowly made her way to her own car hoping he would say something. The young girl never felt so conflicted. A part of her wanted him to beg for her to stay, but another part of her wanted him to not put a fight at all.
That never came. She was left in the parking lot by the Santa Monica Pier as she heard the loud engine start and the familiar reggaeton fill the air.
All she could think was, "that my be my last time seeing Oscar Diaz."
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Fanfiction"Why can't we go back to the way we used to be?" "Because we're not sixteen anymore! Freeridge may be forever for you, but it's not for me."
