Cesar From On My Block Novels & Stories

"I am your wife, Cesar! I am the mother of your son!" She yelled out but Cesar wasn't hearing any of it as hw wakked out on her. Early the next day, the headlines were the talk of the city. 'Mr Cesar's wife, Mrs Sheila goes completely deranged!' And Cirrus who had brought the news to his doorsteps could only watch as Cesar fumed in anger. "You said you'll clean off the footage" "Sir, we... we are trying to trace the original upload, but it was routed through multiple encrypted servers"

“I have a wedding present for you.” My heart skipped a beat. “A present?” "Yes, mi amore." He buttoned up his shirt. I remembered how Vince used to call me that. "W-what present?" I stuttered. I had a very unsettling feeling about this. Caesar took his coat and sauntered to the door before looking over his shoulder and giving me one of his cold smiles. "We’re going to see Luca Romero.” My heart dropped like a bomb in my stomach.

Caesar was glaring at Chris before turning to me as he wiped the blood off his nose and stood himself up trying to ignore everyone around us. “Let’s go.” He tells me. I looked at him before glancing at Chris, who was watching me as well, and I saw his expression so dark I felt so terrified that to move or say anything. “Michael,” Caesar called me again. I froze before shaking my head and I can hear my voice coming out low, breathless. “I can’t.” Caesar stared at me before he shook his head in disbelief. “Are you really going to stay?” He asked.

Philip looked at the two opposing parties thoughtfully, and a trace of anticipation welled unconsciously. As a genius that was praised by everyone, what could Cesar do? Between Cesar and the Bloody Butcher, who was better? Cesar looked at Warren and said with a smile, “Bloody Butcher? I've never heard of it. After all, I don’t know anyone that weak.” Hearing that, the onlookers looked at each other, and some people recognized Cesar. He was a genius, and everyone he knew was either a talent or a big shot.

Ace sat beside me on the floor, Ceaser joined as well. He took Ace's laptop from his lap and placed it on his. Ceasar's hand was fast and nimble, I could barely see what he was typing on a coded page. I never really knew Ceasar, but he was famous both outside and inside the university. Outside, he was the son of a renowned Computer Hacker who works for America's Navy. Inside, he was a well-known playboy. Ceasar does not just flirt with girls from Beta, he flirts with everyone. Sometimes I wonder where he gets the guts to do it when he is risking the points of Beta.

Amelia blinked awake, soft sheets beneath her fingers instead of concrete or duct tape, and groaned at some asshole's idea of hospitality. "Ah good," said Cesar from across the room like they were old friends catching up over brunch instead of kidnapper-and-hostage small talk. She squinted at him, Peruvian features sharp under dim lighting, and clocked his too-casual stance before muttering: Hello Amelia. "Let me guess...Thiago fucked up." Cesar grinned like she'd told an inside joke instead of accused him of being petty as hell. "Knew I liked you," he chuckled before tossing his own words back at her: "Guess that husband's predictable."

Daemon. I wanted to tell Ezra to hide, but it sounded stupid. “It's Celeste,” Ezra muttered. “Ezra I know you're in there,” Celeste called from the other side of the door. I swallowed hard with a feeling of relief coursing through my veins. Ezra got the door and she strode in. “Celeste,” I greeted warmly. “I'd like to steal Ezra from you. Do you mind?” “Oh…He's all yours. Sure, go ahead” I shrugged. She gestured to him to excuse us, which Ezra reluctantly did. The door was still open when she covered the gap between us. I didn't budge from my spot, not even when she stepped on my toes.

“JULIAN!” Enzo was already hammering the call button, his own composure cracked. “Move! We need a doctor NOW!” --- The hallway was a cold, fluorescent purgatory. Caesar paced, his dress shoes clicking a frantic rhythm on the tile. He checked his watch. Thirty-seven minutes, each one an eternity. His phone buzzed. A text from Enzo. ‘We have Victor Cole. He’s in the usual place. He’s singing like a bird about the Liberty Circle.’

César bought Marcello ice cream and pushed him on the swings and played with him in the sandbox. And I sat on a bench watching them and trying to figure out when this had become my life. When I had stopped fighting and started just accepting, when the cage had stopped feeling like a cage and started feeling like the only safe place left. ************** On Wednesday evening César brought it up casually, like it was just a passing thought instead of the calculated move it obviously was. "I have business in Paris next week," he said, helping Marcello build a block tower that was getting precariously tall. "You and Marcello are coming."

The further I got from that room, the better I could breathe. My legs felt like they were moving on autopilot as I headed for the parking lot, desperate to get away. Just as I turned the corner, I crashed headfirst into a solid chest. My books went flying as I stumbled back, steadying myself. “Whoa there,” a deep, amused voice said. I looked up, and my heart skipped a beat. Cesar Diaz. The hottest guy on campus, the star pitcher of Yale’s baseball team, and probably the last person I wanted to make a fool of myself in front of right now.