LOCA POR TI ? On My Block

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shortly after, cesar whispered in esperanza's ear "¿qué hay de tí?" making the girl slightly blush, moving her glasses up to hide it.

"me estás tomando el pelo, verdad? of course i would," esperanza replied looking up at the boy she had caught feelings for over the years they've know each other.

tuning back into the conversation that was happening next to them, jamal had started having one of his infamous football spirals.

leaving esperanza's side, cesar had crouched down next to jamal, who had his head between his legs whimpering , trying to calm the boy down, "jamal, cte is not in your future."

getting down from the crate, esperanza and monse began to rub jamal's back, also trying to soothe him.

excitedly, ruby turned around saying, "guys, check out my game. huerita just gave me the nod," motioning his head in a similar movement, when one of the gangsters at the party grabbed onto his neck.

"are you eyeing my girl, cabrón?"

to which ruby replied with a quick, "no. god no. i'm not into blondes."

standing, cesar cooley said, "easy. he does your mom's taxes. mrs. guzman, right?"

ruby started to nod and give information that no one else knew. standing next to cesar, esperanza states, "seriously, dude?"

not even a second later, another member came up to help his amigo, then glanced at cesar and esperanza, before talking to his friend.

"yo, what are you doing, ese? that's spooky's little bro, dawg. and that's cráneo's hija," which made the one holding ruby's neck let go. ruby was trying to catch his breath as he stood by cesar and the crew.

"i didn't realize it was you, homie. hey, listen, tell spooky and calada sad eyes sends respects," to which both affiliates gave a quick nod.

jamal, monse, and esperanza all gave each other a look as ruby was giving thanks for cesar's brother and esperanza's father.

"don't. thank god for better things," cesar replied, speaking the short latinas thoughts.

as the gang was taking in what just happened, a gunshot was heard from not that far, making the group both duck and run. everyone at the party – including the navarra twins, set off running in different directions.

"that was a .38," monse claimed as jamal stated, "no, it was a .45," while ruby argued. "it sounded like a .44," to which esperanza declared, "wrong!"

another gunshot was heard, el grupo yelled in unison, ".357!" as they ran back to ruby's house.

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once the group got to ruby's house, monse and esperanza sat on the couch, and were talking about how their summer was going to be.

"you got into writing camp? oh, god i'm so happy for you," the latina hugged her best girl friend.

"what about you? anything special for the summer?" monse questioned her.

"no, just going to méxico, tú sabes," esperanza replied, monse nodded.

"quieres algo? i'm going to the kitchen,"