para siempre ❦ c.d

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"are you high? im not gonna hash shit out! to what end? death? cesar might've joined the gang." jamal said trying to convince me not to talk to cesar.

"so what? its still cesar." i said. "he's affiliated like i am."

or was. i haven't told my friends that ive joined the santos.

"i know that cesars family has been in that life forever, like mine, but he'd never join the gang."

"he's not the same. he dumped us." jamal said looking at cesar.

"but i wasn't here so it's not official."

"if someone breaks up with you over text, is it official?" jamal asked.

"yes..." i know exactly where this is going.

"then consider me the text." jamal makes clicking sounds and dings as a phone, "you've been dumped!"

i roll my eyes ignoring everything jamal just said. i start to walk across the street before jamal stops me, "wait, please don't go. please you're... you're not safe."

"why?"

"because you've...blossomed." said jamal.

"blossomed?" i ask.

"popped. busted out. puffed your party pillows. whatever you wanna call your new cha-cha bingos. these new homies he's hanging with, they're thirsty." jamal said putting his hoodie on me.

i gave it back to him.

"did you forget that that one right there," i point out my brother. "is christian, so ill be fine."

i roll my eyes and walk towards cesars house as jamal yells, "don't worry, girl! i got your back!"

i walk up to cesar, "i need to talk to you."

"im listening." cesar said.

"in private." i said as if it wasn't obvious.

"yeah...we can go inside." oscar fake coughs. "but if you wanna sit on my face, you're gonna have to put that mouth on pause so i can concentrate."

my eyes go wide. i look at my brother, his eyebrows are furrowed. "cesar, watch it."

"fuck you." i say looking cesar dead in his eyes.
my eyes start to water. i walk away before cesar sees me crying.

i walk up to jamal. he looks at me with sadness in his eyes. i blink and tears fall from my eyes. we start to walk in the direction of jamals house.

"cesar is dead to me!" i said annoyed but sad.

"told ya!" said jamal from behind me.

"he doesn't get to break up with us. we're breaking up with him." i say pointing at the ground, furious at the fact that he had the nerve to say that to me.

"sit on my face? who says that?" i ask.

"chairs that can talk. and buttholes!" jamal says from behind me.