the sad truth | oscar diaz

(thru your phone)

Amaya's pov

"Amayyaaaaaaaaaaa!" I could hear Martín shout through my window.

I ignored it up until i heard a "tick" (does anyone else remember the tick baths freddy had to take? Just me? Okay moving on.)

"Stop throwing rocks!" I open my curtain.

"It was technically a pebble." He corrected.

"Oh we got a geologist who's failing earth science. Great." I mumble as i slipped my shoes on.

I made my way to the front door so i could confront them.

"What?" I glare at him.

"Can you stop being mad?"

"Dude you used me! Why would i not be mad?"

"AMAYA! Its not even like that. We weren't using you. We just remembered that you got Travis' number. So we figured you could be useful."

"Well i'm not letting you use me. Especially as some gang bait. Its stupid."

"Okay fine. Dont do it for me. Do it for Oscar. He got jumped. And do it for Cesar. He could get hurt one day."

I rolled my eyes as i realized he had a point.

"You guys always have me doing stupid shit." I let out a sigh.

"So you're doing it?" He beamed with excitement.

"Only if Oscar is okay with it." I shrugged.

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"Yeah i'm fine with it. I meann its not like its real feelings. You're just pretending." Oscar shrugged.

I wasn't expecting that response but okay.

"Okay." I sat there quietly as i watched the guys text Travis on my phone.

"Whats wrong?" He poked me playfully.

"Can we go talk somewhere?" I stood up from the lunch table.

"Oooh hes in trouble." The guys joked.

"Whats up?" Oscar shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Are you seriously just gonna use me to get revenge on a prophet? Just like that?" I crossed my arms.

"Well i didn't think it was a big of a deal. Damn." He shook his head.