La Muerte// [Oscar Diaz]- On My Block [ 1 ]

Ch. 4

*Rosario's POV

"So you gonna answer my question or?" I closed the door behind me and walked out on the porch.

"Why you gotta be like that for?"

"Be like what, Spook?" I sighed.

"Be all hard headed and shit." I rolled my eyes.

"Is that what you came here for? To bitch at me?" I said turning around.

"Nah," he answered turning me back around. "I mean you asked." He shrugged with a smug look on his face.

"Man, Spooky." I sighed. "I'm going to sleep." I completely ignored him and went back inside, locking the door behind me.

"Who was that?" My mom appeared at her doorway as I was passing by to go to my room.

"Nobody." I answered. "Vete a descansar." I smiled at her tiredly. "I'll see you tomorrow, hmm." I kissed her on the cheek and went to my room.

I turned on my bedroom light and shut the door behind me. I took off my long sleeve as I made my way over to my bed and tossed it to the side.

"Now that's what I like to see, mami." Spooky stood next to my open window.

How did he?

Never mind.

"God, Spooky." I grumbled. "Why you gotta be such a creep for?"

"Why'd you leave?"

"Why do you care?" I asked walking over to my vanity and taking off my bracelet.

"Well you left all pri-"

"You were trying to get at Monse?" I looked into the mirror and at his reflection.

"Who told you those pendejadas?"

"No te haces, Oscar." I rolled my eyes going for my makeup wipes. "Knowing you," I mumbled.

"Man, whatever. I don't know what you're talking about." He laid himself down on my bed.

"Uhh, what are you doing?" I turned around and looked at him.

"Laying down. What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Yeah, in my bed." I replied.

"So," he smirked.

"Whatever," I muttered under my breath and turned back around to take off the remainder of my makeup.

I notice Spooky was just watching me intently.

"I'm gonna shower." I announced walking to my closet. I pulled the switch from the top making the light bulb click on. I grabbed a spaghetti strap tank top and some shorts. I bent down and pulled the small black dresser open and pulled out my under garments. I turned the light off and walked out of my room and went down the hall to the bathroom to shower.

After I finished showering I went back to my room and found Oscar fast asleep sprawled out on my bed. I threw my clothes in the hamper and walked over to him.

"Oscar," I whispered.

Nothing.

"Oscar," I whispered but this time shaking him a bit.

"Hmmm."

"What about the guys?" I said referring to the Santos that are at his house.

"I told them to leave when I came over." He still had his eyes closed.

"Oh."

He began to slightly snore indicating that he had fell back to sleep. I sighed grabbing the blanket from the foot of the bed and was about to leave my room to sleep on the couch.