On Our Block (ON MY BLOCK, OSCAR DIAZ)

Chapter 4

Amira's P. O. V

"So what exactly was the context when Cesar said 'he'd hit it' with Monse?" Jamal asked through the phone while I was laying in bed eating churros.

"He didnt say he hit it, he said 'he smashed, really hard.' But who cares about context?" Thing is Ruby didnt know that me and Monse were in the call.

The plan was to be silent until we could get Ruby to confess about what happened, but someone had to go and mess it up.

"I care," Monse shouted.

"Aye, me too." I'm kinda glad she did though; I didn't know how long I could go being quiet during this conversation.

"Dude, you can't keep one secret?"

"They were blackmailing me,"

"I can't do this right now,"

"Why are you whispering?" I burrowed my brows.

"Yeah, where are you?" Monse sounded curious.

"In hell,"

"Look I'm dealing with some jacked up, cracked up B. S at home and I gotta work it out before school starts. So this Cesar sitch just ain't top priority."

"You have share your room don't you." I examined my fingernails.

"How do you always know?"

"That's a secret you'll never know." Hahah, I'm his favorite.

"Can we just meet up tomorrow?" Monse asked.

"Can't, got one last shift at my dad's joint before summer is over."

"Dude there is no way I'm facing the inquisition by myself."

"You won't, I'll be there." I reminded.

"Was that supposed to make me feel better? Cause it didn't."

"Geez can't we just meet at the joint at 5:00 and chop it up?"

"Fine," Ruby groans ending the conversation.

"Ok, buenos noches, I love you guys." I blew a kiss even though they couldn't see it.

"Goodnight,"

"Love you too,"

"Sleep tight,"

After I hung up, I opened my laptop and pulled up Netflix.

I don't care what anyone says Disney has the best shows and movies. I clicked on Mulan II and sat back to watch chomping on the rest of my rolled in cinnamon, fried treats.

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"That's my eleventh text. Ruby's almost an hour late." Monse complained meanwhile I continued to snack on french fries.

"Chill he said he'll be here so he'll be here. Trust me."

"Said the guy who's pretending to play football." She chuckled.

"Maybe my pops won't notice."

"Uh, somehow I don't think that's possible." I pointed a fry at all the pictures covering the restaurant.

One of toddler Jamal holding a football with war paint on his face. Another with elementary Jamal in football jersey.

The last one was a "Try Our New Football Jamal for 6.99" sign that consisted of Jamal's head photoshopped onto a picture of a man in football gear holding a huge sub.