pt 7. am i dead?

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"i don't wanna die too young"

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"i don't wanna die too young"

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"Jail!"

"You? Went to jail?"

Oscar hasn't quit repeating these words since I walked in the room, and I'm getting quite tired of it, because I would really like to sleep now. I've explained already the entire situation he just doesn't seem to get it.

I can be bad..ish.

He went on and on about how I shouldn't be around Sin and how he is not a good person, like I purposely got thrown in jail and bailed out by him. Then, he got excited that I went to jail, and asked what it was like, and here we are, now he's in shock.

"Yes Oscar, me, clover, your sister, went to jail." I explained kicking off my shoes not even caring about my clothes before diving under the covers of my bed. "Now please let me sleep." I heard his chuckles get louder and louder.

"Damn, what a bad ass."

I peaked an eye open and glanced at him. A smile formed on my lips, almost scaring myself. "Really?" I  asked watching him chuckle more throwing his shirt off and on the floor showing off his body he's worked hard for, yuck. "Yeah I mean, you've never done anything bad, am I getting a partner in crime?" He asked suggestively wiggling his eyebrows bringing up his muscular arms to kiss them.

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