The Block Is Hot | Oscar Diaz

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I didn't run, but believe me when I say I rushed to her house. After all I have been through, she crosses the line when it comes to my stress level. I was going to beat her ass. No, I'm going to kill this bitch.

I knocked on the door, like the damn SWAT. Louder than loud. Louder than how I wanted to scream when I seen Love kill Candace on You. Spoiler alert.

But don't answer, watch me.

The door swung open. "Mia, what the hell-".

I slapped her across the face as hard and as quick as I could. "You kissed Oscar!?" I yelled.

Monse's eyes widened.

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"Why the hell do you think the answer to everything is violence?" Monse questioned.

"Umm, because the majority of the time you guys deserve it. And before you ask, Oscar was the one who told me. Thanks before being a good friend, Mons." I explained.

Monse folded her arms. "I was drunk, and it didn't mean anything."

"Yeah, okay. So I guess I'll just shove my tongue down Cesar's throat while I'm drunk and then tell my best friend that it didn't mean anything. But here's the kicker, you didn't tell me. What, did you plan on hiding it from me?" I asked.

Monse shook her head and flopped down on her bed. "I'm sorry, okay. No more secrets and lies. That was a one time drunk peck on the lips. You know I'm not even attracted to Oscar anyway. Plus, that's illegal. In so many ways."

I raised an eyebrow. "Clearly you didn't think about that before you... You know what? Never mind. I'm over it, I have bigger things to worry about. But you're telling Cesar."

"No way."

Cesar already knew. Oscar told both of us this morning, but of course I had to get my point across Monse's face, and then her head. Maybe this is why Oscar and the rest of the Santos don't trust me with a gun. But I really wanted to see if Monse was going to, if she really loves Cesar.

I scoffed. "I'm over the kid drama. You have fun today."

I walked out of Monse's house. The smell of cheap cologne overpowered my nose. "Oh, do I smell good?" Jamal asked.

"No. You smell like after sex." I responded.

"So you believe me!?" Jamal cheered.

I shook my head and coughed. "No, that's the cologne Oscar puts on after we have sex. It's literally named "after sex", in Bosnian." I explained.

Jamal took the bottle out of his pocket. "I knew it was a foreign language. Wait. You can read Bosnian?" Jamal asked.

"How else do you think both the Prophets and the Santos work with their foreign clients? Ding ding ding! Me." I said, pointing at myself.

"Speaking of which, since you were once a Prophet-"

"Wasn't a Prophet, but go on." I interrupted.

"You would know a face if you seen one, right?" Jamal questioned.

I sighed. "Jamal, if this is about that Kendra girl, for the billionth time, no. She's not a Prophet. She just has horrible taste in her shades of green."

Jamal cheered to the top of his lungs and kissed me on my cheek. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He sang, before running away.

These kids are fucking weird.

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I elbow bumped Oscar and looked over to the three guys walking our way. 19th street. I knew by the purple. They look pretty young, for a bunch of so called thugs. "Stay here." Oscar ordered.