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

Ch. 27

*Rosario's POV

They all circled around me awkwardly and stood there. None of them knew what to do. I mean they did but nobody wanted to start it.

"Do it." Cuchillos yelled from a distance.

"Muerte," she whispered.

The Santos females were cool and all but we weren't really friends. But we did have respect for one another and we did talk from time to time.

"Now!" Cuchillos was getting impatient. I knew he just wanted to get this over with.

"Dimples," I whispered. "Just do it." The girl looked at me nervously. Hell, they were all nervous. "Just get it over with. It'll be over soon." I nodded at the girls as if giving me permission to beat the crap out of me.

"I'm sorry," Dimples apologized and before I knew it she had already threw the first punch. I was getting pushed around and beaten between the circle of girls, but I couldn't hit back.

I just had to take it.

For a moment I saw Oscar but he immediately looked away.

Asshole.

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"If you eat anymore tamales te vas a poner gordo," I teased Oscar as he went for yet another tamale.

Oscar had woken up before me and went to go grab some breakfast down at the bodega.

"You calling me fat?" He eyed me.

"I mean..." I shrugged taking a sip from my champurrado.

"Oscar, what a surprise." My mom strolled into the kitchen not even bothering to look at Oscar but made her way to the coffee pot.

"Señora Cruz," Oscar slightly choked on his tamal. "Buenas días."

"Hmmm." My mom completely ignored him and opened up one of the cabinets to find her sugar.

"So Rosario," my mom turned around stirring her coffee. "How are you feeling? You know after being jumped and all." So I guess she was still mad.

"I'm fine." I replied. I mean it still hurt like a bitch but she didn't need to know that. "Would you like a tamale? Oscar bought them." I pushed the bag of tamales forward.

"Why didn't you step in Oscar?" And there it was.

"Ma..." I sighed.

"I'm just asking," she shrugged. "I can't ask?" She looked at Oscar waiting for him to say something.

"We talked about this already." I glared at her. "Just drop it."

"I'm not just gonna drop it Rosario." She argued.

"If dad was here he would tell you to stop," I mumbled.

He'd probably kick the living shit out of Oscar and Cuchillos too, but we won't get into that.

My mom didn't say anything and instead pulled the chair out from next to me and sat down bringing the tamale bag closer to her. I knew what I said was pretty fucked up but it was true. When my dad was alive she would always try to get involved in Santos business and my dad always told her to stay out of it and that he'd handle it. She just didn't understand that somethings just had to happen in a certain way.

I felt Oscar's hand on my thigh and he gave me a slight squeeze. Thank god he stayed quiet. But there was so much tension in here and I didn't like fighting with my mom.

"I'm gonna bounce." Oscar stood up from the table. "I have some stuff I got to do today." I nodded. "But I'll see you later at the house, yeah?" He looked down at me.