Pig’s blud

Dayle



~

“Look Dayle, I'm gonna ACT like nothing happened. Don't fucking talk to me in this shitty manner. Again. Why do you care about Chriss anyway?! I'm fucking mad!”

“She's on my list and not yours, why ask her out? Do you wanna fuck her that badly?”

“Look at who's talking about fuck? Is she your problem, no, she's not. And so what if I wanna fuck her? The last time I held up, you bloody hated the girl, and now what?”

Egan is speaking shit to me and it's not going to settle well. I sit and understand why he's chasing her right now, why am I even fucking mad?

“But Egan, we don’t go after our targets while on the lists, you fucking know that!” Steve adds, first time in a while that he's talking sensibly.

“Thank you!” I snap agreeably.

“I'm not gonna fuck, we are just gonna chill, that's all! She's naive—” Egan says

“I'm serious, okay? As soon as the party is over, We. Are. Good! She hasn’t even said yes, she's gonna have to think the shit through. Fuck!” he drinks from the bottle of water in his hand.

“Whatever man, don't just chase my girls!”

“Your girls?” Steve scoffs gaping at me. “Is Chrissy a part of YOUR girls?”

“She's on the damn list so yeah, dummy!” I snap at him and look away, adjusting my jacket. Egan laughs.

“Take that shit back into its dirty hole!” Steve insults and I shrug.

“Guys? Something new is trending...”

“What is?” Steve and I ask Egan as he turns his screen to our faces, the video atars playing.

“It's Chriss-red!” he snaps and later, I mean, a second later, Steve starts laughing and I join in but Egan isn't.

“I can't believe you both, she was bathed in pig’s blood and it's now funny?” Egan asks calmly, he's sounding disappointed. It's not like I wanted to laugh but I just faked it to not draw their attention and guess who switches sides? Egan. He starts walking away from the class with his cell phone and jacket in both hands

“Eg... Egan?” Steve calls out

“Fuck! Is he that serious?”

I ask. Frankly, it didn't look like a joke anymore when I bumped into the video on the blog and insta.

<Washed in pig’s blud🩸makes you Chriss-red! Lol>



{...she didn't deserve that, that was cruel, Lauren!}

{...that is what happens when you try to take spots. Go, Lauren! #teamLauren}

{...It was Molly and now it's Lauren? If Chrissy doesn't clap back, then I'm gone!}

{...Lauren should be punished for this wicked act, I always knew that she was a demon and the apology thing was a void shit. Someone better tell Principal Morgan. #prefects!}



I stop reading through the comments and I couldn't help but agree that it was bad of Lauren to hurt Chrissy that way. It was degrading and unfair, I feel like I have to do something about it.

“Seriously, am I the only one finding it funny?” Steve teases but it's funny.

“It's funny to you because your fucking Lauren is a bitch right now! Fucking hell!” I almost raise my voice before leaving and he remains silent. No one in Hemsville is excited about it that much. We do lots of pranks but not to that extent, she just got herself into more trouble and had a high possibility of getting expelled from school. The bitch couldn't even calculate her risks.

Right on the hallway where everyone is mumbling about Chrissy being washed in blood, someone steps into my way. The one person I didn't want to speak with all these while. Molly. Steve says that he'll find Egan and we departed.

“We gotta talk!” she says, she's very confident and pretty as always but the events behind us would not fade.

“Molly, I have—”

She shows me a video of something I once did, telling my friends that I set her up with a sex tape. Fuck me, didn't Cisco take that shit off? He did, as far as I remember but how come she's got it? I turn cold, I know how bad this could get if the school lays a hand on it, I'm fucking dead. The last time I slipped was because I had things sorted out before the Principal concluded things. She takes it off and tucks her phone into the pocket of her skinny jeans.

“Do you still wanna leave?” she asks while I attempt to snatch her phone, the fucking girl moved away with a snicker on those lips I once kissedd and fucked. “Even if you crash this phone, I have the video saved on multiple drives, you know me, Dayle, I'm fucking mischievous. Like you. I mean, It was one of the reasons why we fucking matched not until you two-timed me.” she sounds very mad right now, I don't have a choice but to accept.

“Enough Molly, let's just talk outside!” I tell her gritting my teeth, I can't let others hear us.



~

We stood around the parking lot, not too far from my car, she crossed her arms looking at me. She's wearing this ‘son of a bitch’ look, she wants to hurt me that bad.

“What, Moll?”

“You are gonna take off that video on the blog, make Lauren pin and delete her fucking post on Insta and then report to Principal Morgan what your kitty did!”

Hearing all these words come out of her mouth is making me sick, what the fuck?

“And why? It's not like I've got a business with Chriss, I can’t get involved—”

“Oh, you fucking will Dayle! You took their stupid video and so you are gonna do this one for Chrissy. If your kitties hadn't messed up, then we wouldn't pry—”

“Wait, is Chrissy your girl or bestie now? Since when Molly? We both have to know that you are a fucking vile snake!” I'm pissed off

“Not as vile as you are!” she snaps. “Chrissy and I good, dickhead. Do as I've told you and then no one gets hurt. I don't leak your video! Me Theo is going to get hurt! Hurt!”

She walks away stylishly, she isn't even turning back to see my reaction. Fuck!!! She got me on this one. I have to comply. Lauren or I have to leave Hemsville.

My fingers do the usual, raking my hair vigorously, I do that a lot when I feel fucked up.

Steve walks over to me like he's been listening to our conversation, he plants a hand on my shoulder and asks.

“Dude? Are you okay at all?”

“No fucking way!” I stop talking, heave a deep sigh, and continue. “Molly is gonna tell on me if I don't tell on Lauren.... over the shit she did to Chriss—”

“Why is this shout, Chriss? Like, is that important?”

He sounds impossible right now but he's right, we've never regarded her as someone anyways.

“I don't fucking know bro, I'm fucking fucked up right now. I'm as good as fucked.” I hiss and look away before pocketing my hands.

“No deals?”

“You remember that video that I talked about Molly being set up?” he nods affirmatively.

“No way! She's setting you up too! Fuck it, Dayle, didn't you make that guy take the damned video off?”

“Look?! All these questions ain't solving shit! We both know that I fucking took that video off, I had it sorted out! I've gotta do what I gotta do to remain in Hemsbille till the end of the semester. I NEED to graduate or else, Dad's gonna roast my ass! Jeez!!!”

“So you're gonna tell on Lauren?” his face squeezes. “Are you kidding my ass right now?” he is pissed off as hell likewise me too.

“What does it look like Steve, I don't have a fucking choice.”

“No Dayle, no way. I fucking agree with everything that you do but not this one! It can't happen! You can’t ruin her future for your—”

“I wasn't the one who asked her to bath Chrissy with pigs’ blood, I don't have a hand. I'm tied up as well, I have to do the needful!” I snap and he nudges my arm, n't playfully this time. “What the fuck, Steve? Why are you even bothered? It's not like she's anything to you! You of all know how these things work, don't ya?”

“I'm not gonna let you do it or else, I'm gonna let everyone very to know about our fuck-list so that we could all get expelled.”

“You won't do such, I'm not the only one going to be affected—”

“You know what to do, Dayle. It’s up to you, are you gonna choose Chrissy over our friendship?” He asks with a disgusted look.

“If this is about Lauren, fucking yes, I'm choosing Chrissy over us! So, you'd rather tell on us three rather than watch Lauren pay for what she did? She could have killed Chrissy if the girl is allergic or something!”

“You better think about your choices Dayle, you are one greedy motherfucker!” he spits those shitty words to my face. Really?

“It's you who needs to think about your choices, as for me, one of us has to go and it's that dimpled bitch. Lauren.”