Angels Vs Prophets | Oscar Diaz

💥Chapter 3💥

Now we were in Oscars room and we had only been here for 15 minutes and I'm already annoyed. As soon as we got close to the room Oscar tried taking my clothes off. I smacked his hand away and walked straight into his room.
And he hasn't stopped trying to fuck me. He was currently kissing up my neck. "Oscar stop...." I sighed and pushed him away from me.
"You never had an issue with me kissing you when we were together" He huffed.

"That's different. I actually liked you then and we were together" I rolled my eyes.

"Then let's get back together" He suggests.

I laughed at him and shook my head. "What part of 'I don't like you' are you not hearing?"

"Do you got a man or something?" He sucked his teeth.

Truth be told, I did and I honestly I am disappointed with how I'm dealing with Oscar. I got a whole Marine at home that cares for me and me only. He doesn't rob people or gangbang period but here I am, back in Oscars room.

"I need to leave" I sighed as I pushed myself up from his bed. I started walking out the house with spooky hot on my ass.
"Where the fuck are you going!" He shouted.

"Home!" I shouted back. "Now fuck off."
Once again I had to push through crowds of people and Oscar was still trying to follow me. But he eventually got caught up in a group of girls who obviously wanted a shot with the famous gang leader Spooky.

"Ayo Lani wait" He shouted. I rolled my eyes and started my walk back to the house. I picked up my phone and checked the group chat.

Ruby: I bet she's dead...

Jamal: Stfu

Monse: yeah she's probably just having fun. It is a party.

Ruby: okay maybe you're right.

Monse: of course I'm right.

Jamal is the front door open

Jamal: YESSSSS

I'm otw, it's late go to sleep children