I walked down the grocery store, looking for juice. I accidently bumped into a cholo and quickly apologized. I don't fuck with cholos ever since my ex was insane.

"Lo siento (I'm sorry)," I said trying not to look at him.

"Hey, it's alright." said the cholo. Finally, I looked up and he was fine as hell.

"Damn- I mean I gotta go."

"Hey wait aren't you my brother's friend (oye espera no eres la amiga de mi hermano)?"

"Oh! You're Oscar...The leader of Los Santos. Yeah, I am." I said smiling, "Soy (y/n)."

"Well nice to meet you. Do you want a ride?" asked Oscar pointing to the exit.

I hesitated but decided it was hot outside anyway, "Sure, it's hella hot."

It was a pretty fun ride with Oscar, we talked and we smoked some weed.

"You're actually pretty chill," I said taking a hit and passing it to Oscar.

"Why you didn't think I was?" asked Oscar blowing the smoke at my face.

I play pushed him, "I remember seeing you around but everyone says you're scary and shit."

"Are you scared of me?" asked Oscar looking softly at me.

"No, never. You are the nicest guy."

He moved a piece of hair out of my face and stared at me, "Eres la chica más bonita que he conocido y aún no he besado (You're the prettiest girl I've met and haven't kissed yet)."

I blushed, "Yeah but I'm a minor so..."

"¿Cuantos años tienes? (How old are you)." asked Oscar not moving from his position.

"Seventeen, turning eighteen in a few months."

"Then a few months if you still wanna maybe go out you know where to find me," said Oscar