SATIVA ✞ ON MY BLOCK [OSCAR DIAZ]

II. TEN

"Listas?" Logan questioned, twirling his keys in his fingers, walking towards Ximena.

"Ew, you did not just," Ximena put her hand up, chuckling.

"What?" He held his arms out, "I can't learn for you?"

"I can perfectly understand English, you're okay," she laughed, getting into the passengers seat. Logan got in after her, reaching to put his seatbelt on.

"Oh, come on, if I get really good, can I start calling you mami?"

"Oh my god!" The girl bursted into a fit of laughter, her face heating up, "please stop."

"Soy jugando," he started the car up, chuckling.

"It's estoy jugando, blanquito," Ximena corrected, putting on her seatbelt as he began driving.

"You sound cute when you speak," he complimented but Ximena didn't respond and turned towards the window, "you never talked about your family or anything, you know."

"You don't either," Ximena pointed out, looking at him.

He shrugged, "Well, my mom died a couple of years ago in a car accident so it's just been my dad and I. Yeah, I have an older brother but he's army now so I barely get to see him. His checks come in handy though."

Logan kept one hand on the steering wheel, turning his eyes towards her, "Your turn."

"You know I don't really like talking about myself," she awkwardly chuckled, running a hand through her hair.

"Oh, come on. We're friends now, let me know some things about you."

"Who said we're friends?" Ximena raised her eyebrows, sarcastically.

"Wow!" Logan loudly laughed. She leaned over, hitting his shoulder, "Estoy jugando."

"Stop changing the subject. Some info, now."

Ximena sighed, shaking her head, "Fine. My family is originally from Jalisco, Mexico but my parents moved to Texas when I was a couple of months. They got deported back last year and my sister and I, we had to move with a family friend and that's how I met Jamal. And you already know about my sister, so it's just me now, and that's all."

"Damn."

"Wow, okay," Ximena rolled her eyes.

"No, I mean, like," Logan licked his lips, "that must be really hard."

"Trust me, it is."

"And it makes me admire you more," Logan looked over at her, keeping his eyes glued to hers, "that you're able to be so strong."

Ximena met his glance, feeling her heart do that annoying thing where it forgets to function. Her palms became sweaty in her lap as she rubbed them against her jeans, "Yeah, thanks."

The car came to stop and Logan sighed. He placed his arm around the head of Ximena's seat, leaning his body towards her. "We're here."

"Yeah," Ximena nodded slowly, looking around awkwardly, "we are." She always felt nervous around other people, whether it was a guy or a girl but Logan, he made her feel another type of anxiety. She knew it was coming, this would be the night he would make some type of move. She mentally prepared herself for it, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes, she gasped at Oscar looking through the car window. Logan turned around, jumping back like the teenage girl at the stranger.

Oscar banged on the window, squinting his eyes at Logan as he screamed, "Quién carajo es esto?! Quién carajo es usted?! Ximena, salir!"

Logan gave a worried look to Ximena, "Who the fuck is that?"

Ximena sighed, rolling her eyes as she opened the car door, "My ex."