Cholo

(6) Seis

I cuddled closer to my pillow, sighing in content. My eyes fluttered open at the buzzing of my phone. I sat up, groggily, searching from my buzzing phone. I picked up my clothes to find it laying on the floor. Grabbing it,  I checked my notifications. Scanning through Jada's hysterical  texts.

"Shit." I brushed a hand through my hair, dialing my best friend.

It didn't take the phone a second to ring, before she answered in her loud voice. "¿Dónde coño estás? [Where the fuck are you?]" I pushed the phone away from my now deaf ear. Pressing the speaker button, to avoid becoming deaf.

"Por favor [please], don't shout." I massaged my temples. "I'm at Oscar's." My voice dropped to a mumble.

"¿Qué carajo crees que estás haciendo? [What the fuck do you think you're doing?]" Screeched my best-friend. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you think?" I laughed lightly. Knowing Jada would soon ask me for details and if the sex was any good.

"How was it?" She interrogated.  I giggled, twirling a strand of my hair. I heard the door close behind me, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist. I leaned back, pressing my back against his chest. He rested his head on my shoulder, sprinkling soft kissed on my neck.

"Was it any better than before?" Jada pressed on.

Oscar answered her. "¡No te metas! [none of your business]"

"That good, huh?" She laughed. I swatted Oscar, lightly.

"Bye, boo." I hung up before she could press us for further questions. Turning in his arms, I flung my arms around his neck; "Buenos días, amor [Good morning, love]." And standing on my tiptoes, I brushed my lips against his.

As our lips parted, I pushed myself off of him. Gathering a pile of my clothes, I cocked my head to the side, dangling the corset I wore the previous night. I quirked my eyebrow. "Do you have anything I can borrow?"

- C H O L O -

Now clad in a T-shirt that stopped at my mid thighs, I lounged on the dinning table watching Oscar move around the kitchen.

He opened a cupboard, pulling out ingredients. "¿Te traigo una taza de café? [Can I get you a cup of coffee?]"

"Sí." [yes]

He turned around, leaning onto the cabinet. "C'mon chola, help your cholo out." He mockingly exclaimed.

I fake gasped, placing my hand over my lips. I giggled as he made his way towards me. Standing on top of the chair, proclaiming while twirling a strand of my hair. "I'd like the term hyna."

His arms clasped around my waist. "You're my hyna."

I tapped my chin, and allowed my eyes to roam his body from head to toe. "Pass." I shrugged.

He fake gasped mimicking my actions, clutching his heart. "Chola don't love me!"

"Hey! Stop calling me that." I poked his dimple.

"¿O qué? [or what?]" Smirking, as he hoisted me up. My legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waits. I traced his tear drop tattoo; staring into his eyes. I beckoned him to come closer with my index finger. His face inched closer to mine, I placed my mouth next to his ear. "I'll tell everyone you only lasted ten seconds." I stuck my tongue out.

His laughter was low. "¿Ah, sí? [Oh, really?]"

A devilish grin plastered across his face, he placed me on top of the kitchen cabinet. Freeing his arms, his fingers tickling my side.