Epilogue 3: The last memory of Hemsville

**Dayle**

Molly. 

Fucking, Molly. 

Yeah, she had to make her entry grand, dramatic, and more like a comeback after what happened during prom. 

A lot of us muttered between ourselves, wondering why she had to kiss her ass to make heads turn questionably. 

“Molly would always be Molly,” Steve let out with a mocking scoff. 

“She obviously wants to be seen or noticed. I mean, who cares about the way you've got?” I let out offhandedly, nodding my head to the beat of the upbeat music. 

“Women, buddy!” Jamil snapped emphatically, and Steve and I agreed. He was right, the ladies are talking so much about it.

Jamil was still unmarried, just like Distro and Caesar. Although Caesar said that he was in a situationship kinda thing with two baby mamas. 

Distro thinks he's not ready to settle and hasn't found the one. 

I happened to meet Jess who told me that she's never going to get married after countless relationships that crashed. 

Soon, I gave my speech and we had observed a minute's silence for Egan, the news wrecked everyone all over again. Our former principal was present although he had resigned and his son took over the business. 

I met up with Chriss when I noticed that she was sitting to catch some air. 
“Are you okay, babe?” I asked, concern coursing through me. 

She nodded, grabbing the bottle of water in my hand to gulp.   
“Yeah, I’m just spent!” she said. I kissed her lips swiftly, earning her thoughtful smile. 

I sat next to her, and there we were, gossiping about the entry thing. Ken also joined in, giving us so many details. We found out, through him, that Molly married a military man since her brother was in the army. I remembered, Chriss went to her brother's send-off at that time. 

When Molly approached us as if she suspected that we were talking about her. 

“You guys outdid yourself. Look at this… place, magnifique!” she let out with a broad grin. 
She sat by the table, talking about your music and how her guards loved the beats. Although the info was unnecessary but she fired on. 

“I heard you both have a baby now,” she began again. “Where is she?” she asked looking around. 

“With our Mom!” Chriss snapped with a smile.

“Great,”

“And you, any children yet? We didn't know you were married!” Chriss furthered as Molly sighed, slightly devastated. 

“I can't. C- can't have children!” She forced a smile, swallowing up. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that!” Chrissy said and Ken and I stealthily left. 
Ken said he needed to take a shit while I simply moved far enough. 

Shauna approached me, her sassy smile remained although she was no longer as hot as I thought. She's added some weight that looks good on her. 

“You’ve been trying so hard to ignore me, Dayle! I won't fall for your sex games, don't worry!” she snapped with a sneaky smirk while her eyes sized me up a dozen times. 

“You look like you need some dick! Well, I’m practically taken,” I waved my fingers as her eyes skimmed my wedding ring. 

She shrugged a little, “I can't believe you ended up with her. She's not been your type,” she snapped. 

My brows squeezed slightly, “Really? What is my type then? Because I can't remember mentioning my type to you, Shauna. Even after years, you're still the same. Nothing’s changed,” I snapped, pocketing my hands. 

“Well, she probably hooked you with a baby. I understand if you're trying to protect your societal image. Obviously, you both don't fit. You both are yeo worlds apart, Dayle!” she said as she placed a hand on my arm giving it a gentle massage before taking it off. 

“I see,” I said. “What's your point? I remember clearly that this is get get-together, more like a union thing, and not a life coach kinda thing. So?” my voice flat and uninterested. 

She looked around carefully and back at me. “I have something to tell you,” she said, her voice slightly dropping. 

“Really? The last time someone tried to tell me something, they ended up in prison, currently serving jail time!” I snapped as she rubbed her neck shyly. 

“I heard the news! Poor Amber, very and always miscalculating her risks,”  she declared. “Come with me Dayle, I have something to show you, I'm serious!” she giggled gently. 

“Alright!”

I knew what she wanted and I was ready to play along. I quickly texted Chrissy. 

*Come to the restroom, we have a threesome. Shauna!*

I hit as I followed Shauna. Just like I guessed, it was the restroom. 

She closed the door and quickly pinned me to the wall, rushing to unfasten my belt. 

I couldn't wait to see Chrissy walk right in with her phone, recording this bitch who thinks she can make me break my vow to Chrissy. 

“Why aren't you hard yet?” she frowned as about to dip her hand as I held it. 

“You haven't tried harder! Strip,” I ordered.

Shauna bit her lower lip, swiftly pulling her dress as Chrussy walked in shoving her cell phone in the air, recording like I knew she would. 

“Um… shouldn't you have waited for me, Shauna?” Chrissy asked mockingly, as Shauna quickly dragged her dress back up. She was buried in shame and shock. 

She never saw this coming. 

“Seriously Dayle?” she snapped at me while Chriss continued to record, chuckling sarcastically. 

“Everyone is out there, making merry and reuniting and all you wanna do is steal my husband? Who do you think you are, bitch?” Chriss questioned with authority and that got my dick to stand. 

“Please, stop recording. I'll leave and you'll never see me again!” Shauna was pleased, fear lacing her face. 

“Too late! Let's give Hemsville one last thing to remember,” Chrissy snapped and tapped what I didn't know. Obviously, she tricked Shauna. 

Shauna ran out without looking back and we both cracked up.

“I didn't tap anything, I just deleted it!” Chrissy said to me!” 

“I knew it,” I snapped too. 

“Of all people? I didn't think she'd stoop so low all because she's jealous and isn't married. She couldn't look me in the eye back there,” Chrissy went on and on as I pulled her closely, rubbing my erection against her stomach. 

She moaned lightly, biting her lower lip. 
“I would cheat on you, Chriss! Never!” I assured her although I didn't have to.
She grinned, her fingers digging my cheeks softly, tilting my face towards hers. 

“You’ll grow old with me, baby!” she said, her voice commanding, and smiled as I smiled instantly. 

My fingers traced her panties, shifting them to the side as we spun, this time positioning her back against the wall. I lifted her leg, while she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I quickly dug in. Her warm, wet pussy welcomed my dick as we both let out rough moans. 

I've been meaning to do this ever since we got here. Fuck her in Hemsville after years and years of graduating. 

Something to keep in memory. As for our kids, none will come here. Our histories aren't that good. So, no. 

I stroked in and out, smoothly going with our rhythm as she moaned out and then she clenched her teeth around my shirt while I kept the motion that seemed hard to control. 

“I know what to call our baby, Dayle…” she managed to say, her voice muffling. 

“Tell me,”  I demanded, stroking faster.  

“Vee! Violet! After your foster Mom,” she breathed, her legs trembling. We were both about to come.

It struck a chord! How could she be this thoughtful? I never thought that Chrissy would want that.

I was almost emotional and at the same time, I was cumming. 
I grunted, holding firmly to her while she clutched my arm tightly. 

We breathed, trying to catch our breath like two shameless couples stuck in a high school restroom. 

“You're an angel, baby! Vee!” I said, my breath steadying gently. 

“It's the best, baby. I knew you'd love it and I also love it…” Chrissy as she kissed my lips again while she fixed my belt. 

“Vee it is,” I declared, my smile resonating with hers. 

From what started in this same place, as stupid, naive teenagers, we bore a future and a wonderful life full of love and beauty. 

If love were a person, it would have to be Chrissy.   

The End.