Page 59 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
After they settle down a bit, I say to Oscar, “We should get going. I have to change too.”
“You boys are not going anywhere until you’ve had a proper meal,” says Oscar’s mother.
“Nah, ma, we got some things to take care of.”
“Eat first.”
“The things we’re doing are important and shit.”
“Oscar! Why are you always speaking like this? If you talk like you’re trash, then people think you come from trash.” Oscar’s mother spreads out her arms to display her fit body, wearing a pretty classy dress for being in a kitchen. “And do I look like trash to you?”
“Disculpa, mami.“ Oscar kisses her on the cheek.
She ruffles his hair.
Oscar looks at me, using his eyes to ask me what we should do. I give him a quick nod. He takes a seat at the table too.
His mother feeds us.
Because we scarfed down Oscar’s mother’s food, it’s not long before we’re back at my house. From what I can tell, Nash hasn’t been in here since I left this morning.
In my bedroom, I grab a similar outfit to Oscar’s but different colors (and the shirt has random shapes) and take them to the bathroom. I quickly shower and change. I also replace the bandage that covers the wound on my head, behind my right ear, from when I slammed against the nightstand yesterday.
Through the door, Oscar talks to me. “Imma try to bang tonight, Hunter. You gonna try to bang tonight? I’ve never had sex with a college girl. They got experience and shit. No more of this amateur stuff with Blanca. It’s getting real tonight. I don’t wanna nut too fast though. Sometimes, when I know Blanca and me are gonna bang, I jerk off and drop a load before I see her. That way, I can last longer when I’m with her. You ain’t had sex yet, so you don’t know. Dude, I might have to nut before we go. Can I use your parents’ bathroom?”
I walk back into my bedroom, dressed. “Seriously, dude?! You’re really gonna masturbate now? This is some serious shit going on with my brother, okay? We’re not out having fun. We’re not partying. Nash is a murderer. You understand that? He’s trying to fuck my shit up right now. And I don’t know how far he’ll go to cover his ass. You get it, Oscar? Do you understand what’s going on here?!”
“Yo, calm down, Hunter. I’m just talking. A man’s just talking.”
“Sometimes I can’t even with you!”
Oscar is silent.
Apparently, my conscious mind has forgotten that I pulled him into this mess, that I’ve gotten him into trouble at my brother’s college and with the police, that he’s the one who got hold of my brother’s laptop which may be the only thing that can save me.
“Sorry, dude,” I say, quietly, apologetically. “I’m really on edge right now. You’re the best. If you wanna go in the bathroom and jerk off, then go ahead.”
Oscar shakes his head. “Nah. Now I’m thinking I don’t wanna overdo it. I already nutted when we were just at my house.”
“Wait. What?”
“Yeah. In the shower. That’s why it took so long. I was pumping out a load.”
I can’t help but laugh a little. “You really are something, Oscar.”
“I’ll take this more serious,” he says. “Sorry, bro. My breakup’s messing my shit up. Like, I think about Blanca with Victor, and I get all jealous, like I need to get with a girl in order to get even or something. I’m stupid. I know.”
“You’re not stupid. You’re just emotional. I understand that.”
“We’rebothsingle now, Hunter. I know we ain’t supposed to have fun, but when this is all over we can be each other’swingman. It doesn’t have to be a competition between me and you. Because we both have, like, totally different tastes. You’ll help me get them thicc girls, and I’ll help you get them Barbie-looking girls.”
I think to myself, “Or Ken.”
Oscar reaches into his pocket and pulls out what seems like an endless strip of condom packages and throws them onto my bed. “To show you how serious I am about helping you, I’ll even leave all these rubbers here. No rubbers, no banging.”
This is the most screwed-up situation I’ve ever been in—Oscar too, but he doesn’t realize it or totally understand it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t pretend that some of this is fun, at least for Oscar’s sake.
I point at the condoms. “Bring them.”
