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Dayle

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At this point, not even the twerk video Cindy sent me is making sense, it isn't easing my stress- no, my worries one bit. I'm beginning to get pissed at everyone and everything else! Despite all of these things, Chrissy comes to my mind at all times...
I lay on my back and the next thing that interrupts my thoughts is the notification from my cellphone. I stretch my arm without looking until it's brought to my face. It's a text from Egan. I enter it.
*Turning up at 5???*
Fuck! I almost forgot about the party, I mean, why wouldn't I forget since Molly has sworn to ruin my mood? What does she need me for? Why do we have to meet up in the first place? I reread the text, once my attention is brought back. I start typing.
*Yeah!*
As simple as that, I hit send. I am about to toss my cell away and then it beeps. I take a look, Egan answered back.
*I'll be there in 10!!!!*
I don't need him right now, we have nothing to talk about and so whys is he bugging?! Now, I toss the phone away and I swear I'm not fucking answering whatsoever DMs or calls or messages. I lift my body into a sitting position. I scrutinize my large room, at this point, the white Interior Design is striking pretty. Fuck. I'm not just observing this for the first time but perhaps, the spliff I had smoked must have messed with my memory faculty. Crazy, huh? I hear a knock coming from the door, I ignore it but it's persistent.
“Mr Dayle? Mr. Dayle?—”
“What the fuck, Nina?” I knew it would be her after all. Probably lunch or something.
“My bad, lunch is served. Please come down to eat already!”
“I'm not hungry!” I scream at her, I can picture her face squeezing with a tinge of chaos.
“Mr—”
“Fuck, Nina, just let me be okay, I'm not hungry.” I snap angrily “Please!” I add I don't hear her talk anymore which means that she's gone. I rub my temples like I'm mad at them, then I lazily walk into the bathroom to shower.

~
Wiping off my face with the towel in my right hand, I hear someone clearing a throat. I'm certain that my door has been locked for the past four hours.
“Dayle DICK, and why’s that hanging freely? Are you short on girls to lock it off now?!” that freaking Egan, he's wantonly splaying a leg on my couch. He knows that I hate that shit, his staring at me with a sneaky look, while his fingers are clutched to his cell phone on all sides
. I hiss. He's right, I'm naked, and it's not like I have intentions of hiding it, I mean, if I had a girl in here we would have been on the highest frequency, body smacking.
“Seriously, shut that dick somewhere private!”
“It's my room, my privacy. Fuck off!” I tell him off nonchalantly and he shrugs and turns to his cell phone. I walk into my closet to get ready. Once I'm out, I see him sitting on my bed and drinking from the wine bottle that has been beside the bed. Oh that, it has been my water all through the morning.
“Not my wine, Egan!” I tease seriously and he chuckles before necking down another gulp. I stand in front of the large mirror to comb and oil my hair, I feel like I should have worn the white sweatpants and sweatshirt but red and black isn't bad, is it?
“What's up?!”I holler at Egan slowly tiring to him, I'm holding onto the perfume in my left hand while he takes shots and then I roll my eyes and look away.
“I'm gonna be live in three... two... one! <<Sup my men, holler at your boy ladies... Aye, Lisa... Love you too... Shout out to Hemsville, my fucking bad y’all...”
What the fuck is wrong with this guy, what's with the live? I thought that we were supposed to have my ME time. I start spattering the perfume, I take a second to appreciate my looks, it's incomparable. Egan comes to me with his cell phone after a hella talk and boom, it's in my face.
“<<Guess who's turning up with me tonight...”
“<<Yeah babies, Ya Sexgod! Wanna see y'all there!>>” ending my brief session with a wink, smirk, and a middle finger, all at once. Egan walks away...
“...<<That’s it goonies and hotties, I'm finna see y'all in 2 hours!...>>”
I hear him conclude blowing a kiss.
“Egan!” I call out staring at him.
“Thank heavens that I'm done, the fuck dude!”
“Whatever!” I walk over to the dresser to grab my phone and wallet. “Let's just fucking bounce! Did you have to start a live video... right here? Jeez!” I start saying and he scoffs walking towards me. “What if I wasn’t ready at all?”
“You were ready and that's why I hopped on it. I’m sure you wouldn't mind if you were naked in the first place, would you—”
“Drop it!” we laugh it off walking out of the room. He starts talking about the new power bike that his Dad got him yesterday. We've once discussed it, and I love bikes just like him, Steve is into bikes too. We all do. I got mine last week, it was Dad’s bribe for picking up Uncle Festo.
“What did he get you anyway?”
I ask him as we step down the carpeted stairs, and now we are approaching the living room.
“Harley Davidson!” he snaps with an irritable scoff.
“It's not that bad, bro—” it just came out. I shouldn't have said that, I meant that it was also a great choice.
“THAT?” he mimics me and scoffs. “Good thing you realize that I can't pretend to love THAT one!” he snaps and I also laugh it off. Now look who's acting up bratty? Egan.
“Hey chill, I didn't mean it like that!” I tell him. “What did you tell him though?”
“BMW M 1000 RR! What's so hard to get? Fuck it, man!” He’s slightly pissed off. “He knows my fucking taste, dude!”
“You could just talk to him and it's gonna be rectified!” it was the only suggestion that I could give while we walked out of the building. We entered his white sports car, reverses before driving, and once we are out of the premises, we rev down the lonely road.

~
I explained to him why I needed to meet with Molly, at first he was freaking mad over the whole thing but later on he just accepted and opted to come with me. I know Egan, once he's fixed on something he would not change it for no trifling reason. We pulled over at the five-star hotel that she suggested ten minutes ago, this is ridiculous, it wouldn't come to me as a shock if she's got nothing much to say it would piss me off. Egan opts to wait in the car while I have my chat with Molly and I don't pressure him anymore.
*Can't see your fucking face!*
I instantly text her, after I take a seat. I haven't even looked around yet, I'm getting agitated.
*I know, Dayle!*
I see her in front of me after I read the text, she's wearing a silver sequin dress, matching heels, and a purse that is hanging on her left shoulder. First of all, she flips her straight hair and secondly, she smirks before taking a seat. She's hot as always. I mean she is someone I used to date before I got carried away—at some point, I felt like we both did. Simply using each other, people loved us as a pair but I didn't. Gaping at her blankly is the least I can do, I feel like she's wasting my time, however, also reminds me of the perks she carries about—that sassy fashion trendsetter, the kind of girl that a guy would like to have beside him.
“Hi, Dayle!”
“What's this about!”
“We are not strangers, are we?” she snaps her fingers and continues. “Well, thanks for coming. Would you like us to place an order or—”
“I'm one second away from leaving your round ass right now!”
“Cocky as always!” she snaps with a smirk
“Molly, why are we here?”
“To talk! I see that you have taken swift action, that's great and I wanna thank you on behalf of my friend.”
“Who's... this friend?” I'm curious to know
“Chrissy Horton.”
Fuck. I should have known.
“What the fuck?!”
“Yeah, she is... my friend now. Think whatever you like, call me insane or delusional or despicable or mischievous—that I am, it won't bother me. Everyone thinks the same as you and so, it is not new!”
I shrug a little. “Great! Now that we've got it settled and sorted, I hope not to hear about your shit popping in and out of—”
“Make me girl-president, Dayle! Your word in Hemsville is like gold, recommend me to Principal Morgan and I know that it's going to be mine! Do we have a deal?”
This bitch is one big pain in the ass, I knew that her goal was a comeback type aside from the ‘making it up to Chrisy’ thing. Sly bitch. How could I not expect a thing like this?
I start laughing at her words and her face tightens into a thick frown, her countenance isn't the same.
“I knew that you'd ask this!”
“Dayle, don't be dramatic as hell. After the hell you put me through—the shame and trauma that I had to keep up with and all that ugly stuff-the least you can do to make it up to me is to make me girl-pres!” she stops for a second to catch her breath. “You were the one that hurt me and all I ever did was love you, Dayle, I did love you...”
“No you didn't, you only loved my dick and the fucking privileges, we were using each other Molly, truth be told,” I say to myself with a slight frown.
“I fucking heard that!” she snaps angrily, her cute painted red lips curl into a faint smile, it's an angry type. “You used me, Dayle, you two-timed me for a piece of shitty bet reward! You played ME. All you ever did while I drowned in pain was fuck every girl in a plaited skirt. So making me the president is the least you can do to appease me, I'm worth it. And besides, I was and I want to take my place. Do. We. Have. A. Deal?”
“Kiss my ass, I wasn't the one with the whole crime, you started so many mischievous things for fame and recognition, Molly. You used me to get to those pretty fancy places, I was the one who made you and not your silly pranks. Don't play pretend, you are not a saint.”
“Well, that's makes it easier. Since you have known—”her sneak smile is eating me off and so I cut her off, I can't let keep talking to me that way. She knows how these things work and I just happen to pay back her evil. Basically, two girls already changed schools because of the things that she did to them, the pain she caused them but yeah, she wouldn't remember that fucking part of the story, all she can remember is a fucking tape that has got her kitty getting ruthlessly slammed by my dick. Dammit.
“No Moll, I don't work that way and you fucking know that!” I lean forward, I'm pissed as fuck right now. “You are gonna have to suck my dick for the nth time and just then, I might consider your request!” I caress her cheek after uttering those cheeky words to her. She pouts looking away. I want that helpless reaction of hers. “You always loved it, ‘cause I'm not just saying it! Think about it, Molly, call me when you decide!”