Chapter Sixteen

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Abuelita:More like Cinco

Ceaser:You gotta apologize

Jamal:Listen to the bag man

Ruby left and so did we jamal and ceaser  going off and I went to Spooky's.

2 Weeks Later
I walked out of class meeting up with monse and ruby to buy tickets for the dance. Then jazmine stole them away which I didnt mind at all. I have been waiting to sneak away. I went to the bleachers and saw Ceaser. I sat next to him.

Me:You good?

Ceaser:No jamal is driving me crazy

Me:I have the perfect way to chill out

I pulled a blunt out of my bag and we smoked it.

Ceaser:So your not mad at me anymore

Me:yea holding onto all that anger isnt healthy.

Ceaser:Right, so you and my brother are really really together.

Me:We are not talking about me boning your brother

Ceaser:*smiles* Fair enough but seriously how is he

Me: He's very good at covering his feelings but I know he misses you

Ceaser looked down.

Ceaser:Yea I miss him too

Me: We'll figure out something to get you home, I promise

Ceaser: Okay

Later that night
I crawled in bed with Spooky he was sitting up smoking. I sat next to him but I faced him.

Spooky:*sighs* What do you want

Me:I know its not my business but hypothetically how do you wash the cash you guys steal

He perked an eyebrow

Spooky:Why

Me:Just curious

Spooky:Dont worry bout it

Me:Oscar

Spooky:Tell me why your curious

Me:Im just wondering

He glared at me.

Me:*smiles* Okay jeez you dont have to give me a death stare

Spooky:Come here

He pulled me on his lap we shared a stare for a moment then we kissed but it was different. It broke and his hand stayed on my cheek as he carressed it with his thumb.

Spooky:I love you Angelina

My stomach filled with butterflies.

Me:I love you Oscar

We kissed and cuddled eventually going to sleep

The Next Night
I put on the outfit below

The Next NightI put on the outfit below

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