C.R.O

Tomas was a kid from your neighborhood, a bit of a bandit, he did drugs and freestyled, he was sixteen, you were fifteen and you were the complete opposite of him, what he would call "cheta". He was really stupid for you, hooked and he liked a band, you knew it but you didn't pay attention to him because you didn't believe him, you thought he was just kidding you.

You were in your room studying when he sent you a message, you didn't even have it saved but from the way he wrote you knew it was him.

Unknown number

-Hey, honey, Troca is going to have a party and he told me to invite you so you can bring your friend, that blonde one. It's not because I want to see you, eh?

(I'm dying to see you, beautiful brunette.)

I don't know