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Diane Guerrero As Diana 'Flaco' Mendoza
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"I saw this fine ass chica the other day," Julio, one of my homies, sighed. "She was fuego (fire), hermano." I patted him on the shoulder. "She let you hit?" He shook his head. "Nah, bro. She was playing hard to get but I'mma get her. Wait and see."
"You said that two chica's ago and you still didn't hit either of them." Fernando stated. Laughter erupted. "Cállate (shut up) Fernando! You're just mad your sister wanted me."
Fernando scoffed. "My sister is in Mexico, tonto." I let out a chuckle as I brought the joint up to my mouth, taking a puff. "Aye, aye!," Julio warned. "Let me have my moment of shine man."
A black car stopped in front of the house. I sat up straight, alerting the others to pay attention. Fernando rested his hand on the gun on his hip. The door opened. A familiar figure stepped out. "Is that-" Walmir spoke surprised. "I'm back, perras! (bitches)" the black haired Latina shouted with her arms raised up in the air.
"What's up, Flaco?" Julio greeted. "Hey, Julio. Long time no see." She strode towards me, biting her lip. "How are you doing, Spooky?" All the boys scattered away, leaving me and Diana alone. "I'm good, what about you?" She nodded and sat on a crate. "Why didn't you visit me when you got out?" I shrugged, throwing the roach — the leftovers of the joint, away. "I had things to do. When did you get released?"
"Yesterday." She retorted while he scooting closer to me. "I missed you, you know. I kept thinking about you." She said as she rested her hand on my thigh. "Listen, Flaco, what we had is in the past. I'm not doing it anymore." She scoffed. "Right.. just like you said the first time. Don't you miss it? It was fun, Spook. Smoking all night long, having sex whenever we wanted, scaring off the people that disrespected us.. we were the most feared couple in Freeridge." She smiled as she reminisced.
I stood up and walked into the house. "I'm not about that life anymore, D." She walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Sin's face popped up in my mind. I quickly pushed her off me. "Dije no me toques! (I said don't touch me)" she rolled her eyes and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Why are you so uptight?"
"Why are you so mushy?" I backfired. She rolled her eyes and took a beer from the fridge. "I'll let you cool off. This isn't the first time you've acted like this." She gave me a wink before joining the boys in the living room.
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My phone vibrated, making me pull it out of my pocket.
Sin: Rico is at mines. Wanna join?
Me: Yeah. I'll be there in a bit.
"Who are you texting?!" Diana asked as she grabbed the phone out of my hand. "Who's Rico? Who the fuck is Sin!? Is that your new ruca?" I grabbed it back and slid it into my pocket. "We're not together, tonta, don't be asking me all these questions." I grumbled.
"Answer me, Spook! Did you had a son on me!?" I rolled my eyes and walked out of the house.
"Oh! So you're gonna ignore me and go to your hoe!?" She spat. I turned around and stepped closer to her. "Don't you dare talk about her like that. ¿entender? (understand)" I hissed. She gulped and nodded.
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"Ossie!" Rico yelled in excitement as he ran over to me. I picked him up. "Hombrecito!" Sin walked over to us. She shot me a smile. I nodded in her direction. "How you doing?" I asked. "I'm good."
"Where is your dad?" She shifted uncomfortably. "He's out of town for a while." I nodded and sat on the couch. "Want to watch a movie, hombre?" He nodded and sat beside me. "Sindya, can we get some popcorn?!" He yelled. "Sure!, Oscar bring your lazy ass over here!" He laughed at me causing me to roll my eyes.
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"Can't you make popcorn all by yourself?" He asked as he entered the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and threw the bag of corn at him. "You do it, chef." He frowned. "Chef?" He queried as he placed the bag in the microwave. I nodded, a mischievous smirk staining my lips. "Cesar told me about how you wanted to become a chef." He clenched his jaw. He was probably thinking about the 101 ways to kill him with his hands.
"I think you would've been an amazing chef." I spoke with genuine smile etching onto my lips. He looked up, surprised. "What?" He questioned in disbelief. "I didn't stutter, did I?" He walked towards me. I took a few steps back until my back hit the kitchen counter. His dark brown eyes locked with mine. "Why are you doing this to me, chiquita?" I frowned. "What am I doing?" He tilted his head slightly, seeming like he was studying my features. "You're making me feel things I don't want to feel."
I stayed quiet for a while before speaking up. "But why don't you want to feel, Oscar?" He kept his eyes trained on mine as he sighed. "Because love is sweet torment. Love is.. an obsession with undertones of nausea. I don't want to feel that in my life." I stared deeply into his eyes and slowly shook my head. "You're lying. You want to be loved but you're just.. scared. Scared of being hurt. I get it, O. I get you."
He leaned in closer. "Do you smell that?" He semi-whispered. A burnt smell floated into my nose. I ran towards the microwave. Just when I reached it, it made a loud 'ping' sound. As soon as I opened it, a cloud of steam exited the electrical device. "How can you burn popcorn!?" I shrieked. "Me? Last time I checked, Rico asked you to make it." He stated with a smirk I wanted to kindly smack off his face. He pouted his lips, signaling a kiss and left the kitchen.
How could a 'cold hearted' gang member like him, make me feel butterflies if I even just thought about him? That was the question I still asked myself everyday.
