Oh Fuck No - Oscar Diaz

Chapter 7 - Part 2

Whats your most embarrassing moment? Was it as bad as mine? I seriously doubt it. I placed the pillow on my face to muffle my groans and lay back in bed. 

Thankfully straight after Jamal completely exposed me- Ruby, Monse, Jasmin and the new neighbour Olivia came out and decided they wanted to play board games. Also whoever was on the other side of the line picked up and Oscar went ahead into the bathroom on the phone. I took it as a perfect opportunity to hide out in my bedroom under the pretence of being exhausted from yesterday. It had been 20 minutes and there weren't any more sirens outside so I was hoping the lockdown was going to be over any minute now.

I heard the door open and saw Oscar come in, I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hopefully he didn't see. I could hear him walk towards me and, yep, decided to sit on my bed. 

"So how was I?" He asked, I just knew he was smirking.

I groaned and turned towards the wall, my eyes still closed. Please just go away.

"That good huh?" He chuckled and laid down next to me.

"Don't you have a potential baby mama to take care of ?" I opened my eyes and stared at the wall. 

"Dealing with one right now." I turned to see him looking at me with a smile. I suddenly was very conscious about laying in a single bed with Spooky and his face being only about an inch away. 

I quickly sat up, "Okay my guy, it was not a sex dream, you just happened to be shirtless. Jamal twisted it and decided to hold it against me in order to get me to help him out yesterday. So maybe chill there a lil okay?"

"My guy?" He mocked my accent, "and I don't believe you hyna." He winked. 

"I don't care" I began to push him off the bed as he closed his eyes, he may own FreeRidge but this shitty bed was mine.

"Yo fuck is wrong with you!" He snapped and got up, "You either tryna get me into bed or pushin me off, make up your mind!"

Ok wow homie.

"I just did, bye." I smiled which he did not like.

He decided to finally leave but not before calling me a "Fuckin puta", the fact that I was even remotely attracted this man, subconsciously btw, was crazy. 

The lockdown was over about 5 minutes later and once I heard he left, I left my room. Only to find Jamal sitting alone at the dining table. 

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Who cares anymore? they're all pissed at me for things they did!" He screeched "Anyways, I guess you're happy".

"Why...?" I asked cautiously.

"Well we were playing Smash or kill and Oscar said he'd kill all six of us and then just smash you six times." He said with clear disgust.

"You're imagining it aren't you?" I asked as I sat at the dining table opposite him. He reluctantly nodded. "Oh my God Jamal stop!"

"I'm trying!"

I sighed, "Yeah well he ain't smashing none of this henny. You wanna know why Jamal? You wanna know why? Because I ain't one of those easy putas he's used to, oh no sir, I am out of his league."

"Preach sister! Amen!" Jamal raised his arms and I stood up.

"So out of his league that he cant even see me! He's like 'Sofia? Sofia where? I cant see her! Because she's. out. of. my. league!" 

"Hallelujah!" He sang and stood up with his arms still raised. 

"Um... you're door was unlocked, am I interrupting something? A private church recital?" I turned to see Detective Franco at the doorway with a grin. 

Oh for fucks sake.