The confession

(Dear friends, this chapter comprises of various POVs, it may be unnecessary or necessary, either way, you could skip or read through. You're not missing out! Enjoy)

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*Lauren*

Seeing Chrissy’s post twirl in crazy traffic—too many likes and comments coming on, I skip a beat every now and then. After everything that she's caused me, she gets to spread her wings that wide? No way.
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{@iamsexy...am I the only one who thinks she's effing hot???😳}
{@Lisa❤️...I love your dress! Is that Valentino??🤯}
{@Leonxxx...If Lauren doesn't beat this mash, she's going to be girl-pres, no doubt. I love Chriss!}
{@punster...Chris-red is back??? Even had access to the X? No wonder, @QuteDemon is all over her now! Yikes!!🤭}
{@officialCIA...I miss @MischievousMolly rn, where are u?????}
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Reading all these comments makes me want to puke, how am I getting dragged into this shit? And there you have Dayle, he hasn't said a anything positive yet, I feel betrayed, he only lied to me to make me feel great but he's actually making no move. The only thing he does is fuck every girl on HHS, Daph & Ariel spotted him with Shauna, they even shared me a photo of them in his car. I toss my phone onto the sheets, this is the first time in my life that I missed a party in Hemsville, I don't ever miss, my life is ruined and now a mess only because of Chrissy Horton...

*Amber*

When a friend of mine told me about seeing Shauna and Dayle, my heart did not only break, it mended to break a fucking thousand times. Who does he think he is, using me and dumping me? He doesn't even reply my texts or DMs or my calls, what the actual fuck? I should have known that Dayle is always Dayle. He probably enjoys the fact that every girl is on that dick, riding it in turns. Fuck!!! It was Trisha, Doreen, Molly, Lauren, then me and now Shauna Sharma, that milf?
I'm not letting this go, I have to know why he's changing girls like clothes and getting away with it, I won't be like them—remaining quiet.
“What's up Amber, sorry I took so long! Was sorting out my homeboy, he's SO knocked out!” Distro says taking a seat near me, he is the one that I order marijuana from, I just need to be 300 feet high or else I'd explode. He passes me three small bags and I quickly grab them, tucking then into my purse and then I transfer his payment, fifteen hundred dollars.
“It's okay Distro, at least you came through! How's your homeboy now?”
“Totally fine!” he smirks and his phone beeps, he looks into it and smiles broadly. “I'm at your service, Captain Cheer!” he salutes teasingly before walking away. I don't know why but Distro looks hot tonight, his long hair is resting on his shoulders, matching his tanned skin. Damn!


*Distro*

Spoilt brat, $1500! She's got that so much money to spend on Marijuana? What I gave to her doesn't even cost that much money but whatever, it's payback.
There's one thing that Amber doesn't understand, I wouldn't date or fuck her, because Dayle has got a taste of her. I can't believe that she tossed me into trash simply because she was seeing Dayle just sometime back and now what is she to him? A fucking nobody... It's no secret now that he's with Shauna the whole time, she's on his page and all that stuff. I don't date girls that Dayle has fucked, it's my simple rule. You know, I used to think that she disliked me for not being so much like the PLAYERZ but now I understand, Dayle was all she knew. How slow she had become.
Amber Hart, you broke my heart. I pull out phone and start dialing Ken, we have like a round to conclude or else he pays me my money. I don't fucking joke with my deals.
“Where the fuck is Ken? We are not yet done!” I smile when I remember how flossed he was earlier, I had to record that shit.

*Steve*

Seeing him flocking in and out of this party makes me sick. There's no way I'm letting this thing go, he ran a fast one and that's not fair. Neither of us know the outcome of the majors taken until Monday and if it turns out that Lauren has to leave, when i’ll have to do the needful, exposing us three.
He knew what to do, he could have just manipulated the whole thing like we did over the leaked sex tape but he didn't, and now he's feeding me with some pathetic story about Molly threatening him? That's not enough excuse, he could have done something. He joins us—i mean the remaining teammates for the drink and just storm off the momentary pub.
“Aye! Steve!” I hear Caesar calling out but I ignore, I did see him talking to Dayle and I know that Dayle must have painted himself white and me, black. And so, it makes Caesar a new enemy, since he's rolling with Dayle. I don't even want to think about Egan being unnecessarily a dickhead. Let's not start because I don't know where he stands, is it with me or Dayle or that Chrissy-bitch? Fuck! I know that it's not her fault and so I'll pass. I don't want to blame her anyway.

*Egan*

Chrissy is fucking amazing and cool and hot and it's funny how I'm the only one seeing it, I guess aside her friends. From what I've known about Hemsville’s girls, they are demanding, all about the money and sex freaks. I didn't know that there could be a different one, the more I try to pretend that I only want to be friends with her, the more I think about her. Like earlier, I kissed her without realizing, it just happened and she may think that I'm just another player but I'm not—at least, not around her. Watching her enter her apartment kills me, I just want to chase after her but she already hit my face after the kiss and so, I need to give her space. All of it. It's not her fault.
I have one last target, Kira, she's a fashion influencer, she's hot but I'm now thinking twice, now that all i do is hang around Chrissy, which makes Steve and Dayle mad as hell.
Yes, I know that I'm beginning to break the rules but nothing is going to happen that much. I really want to make Chrissy my girlfriend—as in, real girlfriend but I'm gonna try to chill out. She needs time. Steve would have to respect my decision and Dayle must accept it. In fact, I don't have that much energy trying to fix us, when we are ready, we'll come around each other but for now, I love the space, it's helping me hang out with Chrissy more often.

*Ken*

Since when did our best friend start posting up this hot??? I love this caption, it sounds like the worse to come. Fuck! I hate the fact that I couldn't snuggle her face for a job well done, clapping back. I'm sure that Egan had probably driven her home, I'm just gonna see her tomorrow or Monday. Ariana told me about it, I really hope that Chrissy totally agrees with her, or else it would bother me if Chrissy isn't comfortable but from what I heard, it had gone well.
*Did Egan drop you off?🤔*
I neck down some cocktail, Ariana’s to be precise.
*Yes, big brother. Safe! You won't believe what happened!!! I'll see you tomorrow!*
I already feel the urge to hear everything.
*Of course, don't miss a thing.🌹*
Ariana cups my face as we start kissing, I'm scared where this might lead but I'm not a stranger anyway.


*Molly*

I could have gone to the X party but I had my reservations, like always, I have friends who turned foes and so, I'm so done with the drama but then, whenever I see Chrissy doing the most, heating up the whole place on Hemsville High, I just wanna shoot beside her. I hear a lot of gossips from all over that Egan is all over her now? Weird! I'm gonna find out, he's one cunning asshole. He's a snake, just as he smiles, he strikes at you. I have to protect Chrissy, it's the least I can do for her. Like earlier, when she posted the short video, I loved the reactions coming from north and south and then Lauren went live to assure her fans that she would be back and she is only going through a rough time. How could she make herself look pathetic when she is actually pathetic? It makes me sip on champagne and laugh the whole thing off.
Munch. Munch. My mouth is stuffed with chicken burger while operating on my laptop, I've become a lazy cat.
And there you have Amber, she's been posting so much letters to the girls on Hemsville to be careful and to watch out for these top-boys, like who fucking cares?
Slurp. Slurp. This Champagne tastes better and exotic, I'm totally loosening up from my dark days. It's great that Hemsville misses me that bad.
My phone chimes, it's a message from someone I don't recognize. I take it up and halt my sips for a second.
*Moll, we've got to meet up tomorrow and talk!*
I know who calls me Moll, it's Dayle.
*I don't hang out with strangers!*
I type and hit send at once with a smirk filling the corners of my lips. I can't forget the hell he put me through. I know that he is pissed off by now.
*Don’t fuck with me Molly, you know who it is! We gotta talk before 5 pm!*
*Drop your addy too!*
He sends another and I scoff, what is his problem?
*I'll think about it!*

I'm coming back for Hemsville, I want to take my place. I just thought about it.