On My Block + Cast Imagines

Imagine 015 - Not-So Secret S.O. Part 2 (Brother!Oscar&Cesar) [requested]

Unless shock makes Monse's voice at least 4 octaves deeper, I don't think the angry words were hers.

Slowly, I turn around to face none other than my brother. Cesar. At least it's the easy one.

"Y/n please tell me you're joking. You better be fucking joking!"

I've never seen him this angry. However, past the blanket of rage that bubbled in his eyes - buried deep down - I could see the tiniest bit if hurt.

I had hurt him as his best friend, and damn near twin, by not telling him. We promised as kids that we'd never hide anything from the other. We'd always communicate no matter how mad it'd make us. Because, and I quote "We're best friends and we always have to be there. Even if we were mad," then sealed it with a pinky link and a kiss on our thumbs. It was right after I found out about Oscar being a gang leader and let's just say as a six year old, I didn't take it very well.

"C-Ceasr! I was gonna tell you when you came home today but you told me about what happened and I couldn't I'm so sor-"

"How long?" He muttered. I hadn't heard him the first time so I timidly asked him to repeat.

"How long? How long have you been fucking him behind our backs?! Sneaking out to see him? How fucking long?" He exclaims, slamming his hand against the wall with a good amount of force.

"Almost 8 months," I say near a whisper. But he heard me.

"ALMOST- You're fucking kidding me? You've been with this Prophet scum for almost 8 months? He's our rival gang, y/n! You could have anybody in our entire school! You could have fucking Jared! And you pick him? That?"

I scoff, "Yes! I chose him! I want him because he's not Prophet scum he loves me. A lot. And I love him, not Jared. Not anybody else in the school. Just Latrelle and I know for a fact that he thinks of me the same."

"Really? News flash, y/n: He's just using you! Do you really think he'd settle down and be loyal to someone? He can't do that! He's using you for a good fuck then he's gone!"

"Then he's alot like you huh? 'Oh I like you a lot Monse- wait no, I kissed Olive Oil and don't know what it meant. Wait no - I like you again,'" I overdramatically seethed.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Why? Hm? Because I'm right and maybe you're just projecting onto Latrelle because you don't wanna see who you really are. A womanizer. You don't know anything about Latrelle."

"Because you didn't tell me!" And there's the hurt. That doesn't matter, though; we're both already too far into our anger fit. "After promising that we'd tell each other everything, big and small, YOU didn't tell me! He's fucking changing you!"

"Because look how you are! How was I spose to go about it? Hm? 'Oh hey Cesar I've been dating Latrelle, who you hate, for almost a year. I want you to be okay with that. Good talk'?"

"I dunno. But you're protecting this guy who supposedly loves you but pulled up on your brother and best friend. Cuz at the end of the day, he's a Prophet - our enemy. Remember that."

And with that, he left. What the fuck? I still had more to say.

Then I realized that what I said may have hurt Monse.

"Monnie, I'm sorry. What I said was outta line. Way outta line. You know he cares about you, right?"

"Yeah. And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you he was here it's just that when you said you'd be walking the streets alone with a green light on you I panicked. I'm just glad I didn't tell Oscar."