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My Juliet, my special girl (C. Diaz x Fem!Reader)
I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty"
Warnings: gang violence, death, after Olivia's Quince, blood, contemplating suicide
Word Count: 889



It was the morning after Olivia's Quince. The morning after a beautiful party. The morning after Latrelle shot Ruby and killed Olivia.
"It's all my fault."
"I shouldn't have shown mercy to Latrelle."
"I shouldn't have gone after him in the first place."
Cesar blamed and hated himself deeply.
He hated what happened to Ruby and Olivia because in his eyes, that should’ve been him.
In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got shot.
In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got killed.
I need to cry, but I can't get anything out of my eyes,
Cesar sat on the edge of his bed, eyes filled with frustrated tears that threatened to spill but they wouldn’t fall. No matter how upset he was, they wouldn’t pour.
Or my head.
And oh my god, the night. That night kept repeating in his brain.
The sound of the gunshot.
The sound of Ruby screaming his name before getting shot.
The sounds of Geny and Ruben screaming as their son lay on the ground, bleeding out.
Every little detail played continuously in his brain. It was like a record player stuck in a loop.
Did I die? I need to run,
Days went by without Cesar coming out of the house. He felt like an empty body, just moving on its own throughout the day.
but I can't get out of bed for anyone.
He was scared.
Not of Latrelle or any gang member after him.
But of his friends and Ruby’s family.
What if they all hated him? He wouldn’t blame them, but this was the last thing he expected that would break the group up.
He couldn’t get out of bed to see anyone.
Not for you,
Not even for the girl he wanted to live for.
When he did get the courage to go outside, he went to school first. He wanted to see if everyone still wanted to be his friend. Because if not, then he’d just apologize and go away. Leave their lives for good and keep them out of harm’s way.
When Cesar got to school, no one greeted him. It was like he didn’t exist.
He hated how no one talked to him, but he couldn’t blame them. He took their friend away.
Cesar skipped a couple classes that day. He just sat in an empty and dark classroom, silently sobbing and crying.
My sour boy is a pain,
His chest hurt with each sob he let out,
I wanna shoot him in the brain,
He doesn’t deserve to live. It should’ve been him instead of Olivia.
He feels like if he died, everything would be better for his friends.
but I'd miss him in the morning.
But a part of him says that this isn’t the way to think. That what happened has already happened and there’s not much to do about it but move on and make amends.
It really hurts when I need to so bad, but I can't see her..
He missed you,
My Juliet,
He missed you so dearly.
My special girl.
The only girl that can really, truly help him through a time like this.
But I need to understand when I can power through,
Because he knows you’ll get him through this, and help guide him to the right choice here.
Cesar pulled his phone out with shaky hands and sent a text to you, he was sure there were a few words that were misspelled, but you’ll understand what he meant. Hopefully.
He sat in that classroom, patiently waiting for you to come to him. But this time alone helped him think to himself, about himself.
Sometimes I act like I know, but I'm really just a kid.
He’s just a kid. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. All he’s really doing is causing problems.
With two corks in his eyes, and a bully in his head.
And hurting those around him because of his actions.
I wanna make a colour that no one else has seen before
He wants to get out and do something with his life. He doesn’t want to be stuck in the gang for the rest of his life.
I wanna be so much more
He wants to show everyone that he can make something of himself. That he’s not “Little Spooky”. That he’s Cesar Diaz.
You walked into the classroom and saw Cesar sitting on the floor. You walked over to him and sat with him. You didn’t say anything to him, you just sat there and looked at him with a slight frown.
You didn’t like this. He looked so exhausted.
He had dark eye bags under his eyes, and even then they were red and puffy from the crying. He had tear marks on his face and his clothes were disheveled.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder, as you rubbed his back and lightly scratched his head while you held him.
“It’s ok Cesar.”
He leaned back and looked at you with teary eyes, wondering what was running in your head as you saw him like this.
I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty”
The one thing that was running through his mind at this moment was how you thought of him.
Something I can't believe..