My Bestfriend's Father (Spooky)

Chapter 21

Hermione

Somehow Oscar has made September tolerable for me this year. It was bad the first week but after I told him what happened he made it his mission to make the rest of the month good for me. We've been going out to eat a lot. He tells me funny stories of when Cortez was a baby all the time. Or how Tito used to pick on Angel when they were in school together. It was nice to see Oscar open up to someone other than Tez or Tito, and it just happened to be me. I was actually happy he felt comfortable telling me stories of his past. He even shared some about Carmen. She sounds so sweet when he talks about her but I know she's not.

Right now it's the end of the school day and I'm ready to go back to the Díaz house. Cortez on the other hand is ready to be all up in his girlfriend, which is gross. They're standing right beside me with their tongues down each other's throats. "Tez I'm walking now see you at the house!" I yell walking away. He knew all I wanted was to be with Oscar and I guess this was his way of giving me that time. If I do go to school, after I get home Oscar spends the rest of the day with me. He still hasn't asked me to be his girl or anything which I'm okay with, but I wish he would.

As I'm walking down the street I could hear the creeping of tires rolling up behind me. "Aye yo ma! Whas good witchu?" My heart started pounding and my stomach dropped to my asshole. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I could see the hood of the bright green low rider with a thick neon yellow strip. "Aye I'm talkin to you?" The man gets a little louder this time making me jump. "I'm sorry, I just want to go home. I'm not feeling well." It was probably just an attempt to scare me but if it wasn't I knew I was doomed. I was two blocks from the Díaz house and I was scared for my life. "Oh how sick are you?" The prophet sounded a little concerned. "Very. Highly contagious actually." I think I've become a great liar.

I kept walking as the low rider followed me. "Ima make sure you get home ma. The Santos are loco round here." I just nodded and kept walking. I knew I couldn't stop at the Díaz house with the prophets trailing me like this. I found a random house and walked up to the front porch and sat in a chair. The prophets rolled by as I sat calmly waiting for the low rider to disappear down the block. As soon as they were gone I grabbed my bag and made a run for it. I hopped a few fences and ran through people's yards to get to Oscar's house. I jumped over the fence in the back yard and there he stood pointing a gun at me. As soon as I turned around he lowered the gun sticking it in his waistband.

"Prophets!" I cried as realization struck me. They could have killed me and no one would have known. "What do you mean Prophets?" He asked calmly. I ran into his arms and cried. They could have killed me and I would have never been able to see him again. "They rolled up. I told them I was sick so they made sure I got 'home' okay. I walked up on some random persons porch and sat there til they left. Then I booked it here as soon as the low rider was gone. I stayed off the streets and went through people's yards." He held onto me tight as I explained what happened.

"You're not walking anymore. I don't care if Tez is with you or not. I won't have you walking around here gettin rolled up on. First they target my ruca and now you." My head snapped up at the word ruca but it dropped as soon as he finished his sentence. "Who's your ruca?" He looked down at me with sadness in his eyes. "Benito's hermana. She been coming around here since we was kids." I felt so betrayed at this point. "How long has she been your ruca?" If I'm being honest, I didn't want to know the answer to that question. "Since Cortez turned seven." At this point I felt betrayed and angry. "You mean to tell me this whole time you've been kissing on me and spending gobs of time with me, that you've had a ruca? You cheated on her with me and I didn't even know it. Ay Dios mío, I'm a home wrecker and I didn't even know it!" I yelled angrily at him.

He had a dumbfounded look on his face. "You're not a home wrecker. We have been on and off for years. She doesn't even love me. I don't love her either. She and I have an arranged claim. I only did it to keep her safe when we were young. She actually has a boyfriend." He tried to explain but I wasn't having it. "So why are you with her now?" He sighed as the words left my mouth. "I'm not 'with' her. We've been planning to remove the claim and go our separate ways. She's leaving Freeridge soon, I was going to keep the claim til she got out of here. But now that you're not safe and I can't lose you I guess the claim needs to be removed sooner than that." He tired to be smooth but I was still angry.

Why wouldn't he tell me before this. All I wanted now was to be far away from him. "Have you ever been with her. Like sexually?" He looked at me like I was speaking a completely different language to him. "No, I told you it was arranged. I may love her but not like that. I love her like a sister. She means nothing to me like you do." Oh so now I mean something to him! Ay Dios mío, what have I gotten myself into with this man. "Until you remove the claim don't try anything. We are nothing but friends until that claim is gone!" I angrily explained before walking into the house.

After a while of thinking I realized he wasn't in the wrong, I was, to an extent. He was being honest with me and I blew up at him. He was being a good person back then and here I am judging him for it. He was only trying to help and now I feel like shit. I shouldn't have talked to him that way. I should have listened to him. I need to fix this, and quick.

Edited October 5th, 2021