On Parole// An Oscar Diaz Fic

"I'm not a fool! You're gonna be the one looking like a fool if you don't find a fucking JOB, Oscar! It's not my ass thats gonna end up in jail again, puto! It's yours! I'm doing this for you!"

Spooky was quiet for a second and pulled a drag off his cigarette. He raised an eyebrow at you, but couldn't help himself from smirking, which turned into a full-out chuckle. He flicked the cigarette bud towards you, and it landed inches away from you heel.

"You're a crazy hyna."