Cholo

(5) Cinco

I grabbed onto his shirt, twisting it as I pulled him closer. The sound of music drowned away as we depended the kiss. His lips broke away. I felt detached; feeling cold and uneasy. I shifted on my feet, peering at him through my lashes. Oscar's face contorted back to its angry facial expression. He quickly typed something on his phone, clicked it shut, and without acknowledging my existence, he walked towards the exit.

The sting of being abandoned burned my heart. I felt rage pulsing through me, I stalked after him. His long legs gave him the advantage of longer strides while I had to run to keep up with his speed. I nudged my way through the packed house, managing to escape the weed infested residence and into the porch. Oscar was almost at his car, I acted upon impulse.

"Pendejo [asshole]!" My voice sounded squeaker than usually, almost fearing the outcome of this. He halted his step, but did not turn. Quickly, I staggered down the steps and into the lawn. Standing only a few feet's away, I spoke again, more collected this time. "¿Que? [what]" My hands moved franticly around my figure. "You're gonna leave me again?" I asked approaching him. "So, typical of Spooky." I now stood directly behind him. If he turned, he'd step on my toes.

His shoulders tensed. I was too angry to hold back. All the pain he'd caused me rushed back, and all those emotions I've bottled up poured out. "¿Crees que podrías besarme y luego abandonarme como si no fuera nada? [Do you think you could kiss me and then leave me like it's nothing?]" I poked his back, harshly.

Abruptly, he turned. His hand grasped onto my wrist tightly. He didn't speak, but dragged me into his impala. He shut the door and climbed in. I suddenly felt fear creep into my mind. His car purred to life, he stepped onto the gas and sped away. I gulped, my heart beating louder and faster. I almost felt light headed. I probably pushed his buttons too deep. He won't hurt me, would he?

My hands clasped onto my lap, my foot tapping. Gently, Oscar placed his hand onto my lap, steadying the tapping. He still did not speak, or look at me. I bit my lip, pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Jada and my father.

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Jada 🔥❤️
iMessage
Today 10:03 PM

I got a ride home!🥰

Enjoy the ride then ;)
🍆🍆💦💦
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I rolled my eyes, biting my lips to not burst into giggles as she flooded the chat with emojis.

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Papa 👨‍👧❤️
iMessage
Today 10:10 PM

I'm staying over at Jada's tonight.

Ok. Take care Mija.

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I clicked my phone shut, just as the car came to a stop. He threateningly climbed out, banging the door shut. I looked up at the scene. The 'fam' were standing at the lawn of a house filled with white teenagers. Stepping out of the impala, I witnessed Oscar play the role of Spooky, as he swaggered towards a white kid in a cholo outfit. I took a stand next to Ceasar and watched the scene unfold.

Spooky stepped closer to the kid. He stood, menacingly, licked his thumb and rubbed away the fake tear drop tattoo. He craned his neck to the side, for spilt second meeting my eyes. Before rubbing at his own tattoo and turning to face the fake cholo.

"This shit's real."

"Please. What do you want?" The boy whimpered.