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Leyla's pov

"These putos dont know how to clean after themselves." Viv says as she cleans the last table.

"Yeah i know." I huff as the taqueria was now quiet after a long day of working.

"Im so tired." Jocelyn whines as sits in the booth.

"I cant believe Javier wanted to turn this place into 24 hour taqueria." Viviana laughs.

"That guy is trippin." I shake my head as i check my phone.

"Its 11." I say as i get up and head to the office to grab my bag. "I better go." I sigh as the other girls frown. We had school tomorrow.

"We are gonna wait for Jocelyn's novio to pick us up." Viv says as i nod my head.

"Which one?" I tease and they both started laughing.

"Remember Luis from the party last week?" Jocelyn asks.

"The one with a baby mama?" I cross my arms.

"Yeah thats the one." Viv laughs as Jocelyn glared at us.

"Well he's hella fine so..." jocelyn shrugged.

"Damn so you are officially over mi hermano?" I question with a smirk.

"No. Pero i might be soon.." she smiles.

"Thats what you said last time." Viv laughs.

"Yeah but im foreal this time." She pouts.

"Yeah and you said that last time too." I shake my head.

"Fuck off." Jocelyn laughs.

"Yeah i gotta go." I groan. "Pray for me."

Then i walked out the taqueria and started walking home.

My car was broken and i wasnt gonna pay hella money.

It was probably the dumbest idea. Freeridge in the day is scary. But Freeridge at night is scarier.

I wasnt even walking at this point. My ass was speed walking.

"Leyla!" I heard my name. Thats when i realized i was walking past Oscar's house.

"Shit." I mumbled as i turned to see Oscar walking over to me.

"What the fuck are you doing walking home?" He asks glaring at me.

"Well... um. I need the exercise." I smile.

"Shut up." He rolls his eyes. "Whats wrong with your car?"

I stayed silent.

"Hello? Im asking you a question." He says with attitude.

"How can i answer when you told me to shut up?" I laugh.

"Dont be smart with me." He glares at me.

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