mine. (O. Dìaz x reader)

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"Oscar-" I say but I'm cut off by him kissing me.

Fuck.

"Oscar!" I say, pushing him away from me. "What are you doing?" I furrow my eyebrows.

He looks at me with a frown on his face, my lipgloss shining around his lips.

Hot.

"Y/n." He says

"Oscar." I say.

He moves closer to me again. I try to move but I can't. "Fuck." I whisper from the pain in my ribs.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I don't want you to do that again." I tell him.

He sighs. "You're right. My bad."

"You should go." I tell him.

He gets up and walks out the door.

I touch my lips and and think about the lipgloss that was on his lips.

"Shit." I laugh and put my hand on my forehead.

Ouch.

I stand up and walk to my room, closing the door behind me. I lift up my shirt to see the damage they did to my ribs.

All black and blue. My whole rib area.

I start laughing.

"Fuck!" I yell which only made my ribs hurt more.

I change into a cropped tank top and pajama pants and grab my keys.

CIGARETTES.

I drive to the gas station and walk in.

"Yo can I get a pack of Malboro gold 100s?" I ask the cashier.

"Yeah let me see your id." He says to me. I notice he's looking at my ribs.

I look down at them. "I got kidnapped." I smile, giving him money.

He looks at me blankly.

"You're D's older sister?" He asks me.

"Sure." I tell him.

"Yeah I heard something bad happened to you but I didn't know it was this bad." He laughs.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask him, my face completely serious.

He opens his mouth. I can tell he's worried about what he just said.

"I'm just fucking with you." I laugh and grab my cigarettes.

"Oh." He laughs nervously.

I start walking away but I stop when I hear his voice.

"Hey- Uh. Do you wanna.. Maybe go on a date with me?" He asks.

I laugh and take a good look at his face. He kinda looks like young Channing Tatum but he has more of a hooked nose.

Hot.

"Okay." I shrug. "Where are you taking me. I'm not paying either."

He laughs which causes me to laugh, I put my hand on my ribs to help them not hurt as much. I walk back over to the counter.

I look his body up and down.

MUSCLES. FUCK YEAH DUDE. Why is this guy working at a gas station? That's stupid crazy. I laughs silently.

"Where do you want to go?" He asks.

"There's a bar down town." I shrug and smile.

"How old are you?" I ask abruptly.