Molly

Chrissy

~
Egan has never stopped calling me ever since I threw that careless slap to his face, it wasn't my intention, I just caught myself doing it, leaving me to instant regret. I guess I only wanted him to know that he couldn't play with me if that was his thoughts. Still, it doesn't stop him from apologizing over a kiss, it's delirious, I liked it, I felt alive but I'm going to take my time and perhaps I'll have to deal with Dayle.
I noticed that he hates it whenever I'm around Egan, he gets super mad and I have to know why.
All these insane thoughts flood my mind and erupt it. I close my locker and turn to leave, some strange guy hands me a note, he doesn't talk to me, he just walks off. He is in the 10th grade, I suppose. I hold onto the note tightly before walking off too. I head to the restroom, I know that it's barely occupied around this time. At least, I have like thirty minutes for Math class. Good enough.
Who must have sent this, I start to ponder. I enter the restroom, the compartment on the end is empty, so I own it for the moment. I close the toilet and sit on it, I gently unfold the note and start reading.

**
Since it's hard to reach you through the socials or modern tech, I decided to chip into the 19th century, in the hope that this works... (I start smiling, leaving me to wonder more, about who could this be and why write to me.)... My friends would always say, ‘Who apologizes for a kiss’ (Egan?) but when it's about you, I would do more than apologize. I hate to hurt you, never will I and so I wish that you reply to my 20 text messages, 17 DMs and 40 missed Facetimes and calls with a little ‘OK’, it would be enough.
Luv, Kisses! (Fuck, my bad)
Egan Montez
**

I fold the note right back and smile to myself, this wasn't necessary, was it? Why is this guy so serious? If it was the Egan I once knew, this day would have been a load of drama, something that involves me could have been trending but the only thing that has trended was our pictures together—I mean the ones that someone took without my knowledge. I pull out my cell from my fanny pack and sought to text him.
*Hey, I got your note!*
*I'll see you after my math class, it's the last of the day!*
I text him back and tuck back my cell. I step out and walk over to the wash hand basin, I wash my hands for doing nothing, and then I hear a vibration, definitely from my phone.
*I could've hugged you if you were here! I'll see you then. Thanks!*
I read Egan’s text twice before putting my cell phone away.
I make my way in the direction where Math class would hold and something unexpected happens, Dayle stands in my way. This time, he is alone, neither Egan nor Steve is with him, could the hallway be this scanty when Dayle is here? What time is it? My heart starts thumping harder, I feel weak in the knees, I'm skipping two beats at a time and all he does is stare at me in askance, pocketing his hands. Despite the cockiness and haughty modes, I still admire him, his hair is perfectly aligned like a sculptor working on his sculptures, and those pair of deep brownish eyes are plunging my skin before my eyes. The more he does that, the more I lose focus, I could stare at him the whole day also compromising the upcoming Math class. Fucking hot, and yet he's going to rip my heart out of my body if care isn't taken.
“Back to earth Chriss, stop fucking spacing out!” he snaps at me like he's going to punch my face, I swallow up the huge invisible lump in my throat and keep my composure, I have to brace up, just like everyone tells me, I won't let him win in a whatsoever way.
“Why are—”
“I saw the shitty stunt you pulled on Sats, why were you staring? You should have cried or fucking done something!” is that a fucking way of starting a conversation?
“Does it bother you?” the guts I'm getting are coming from the underground because I've never felt this confident before while speaking with Dayle. He smirks at me looking away, his right thumb and index cups, and rubs his finely carved jaw before looking back at me.
“It didn't answer my question, why did you watch us bang?” he scoffs. “You know I could've sworn that it was a lunatic getting a show but no, the famous Chrissy was getting a show. I'm only wondering why you couldn't move a skin! Do you wanna get fucked?”
In as much as that question gets me excited, I can't let him have his way. No way.
“I can fuck anyone but not you Dayle, I'm not one of those girls who fight over you, I won't and never will!” I say to him firmly but it's a lie and he chuckles like I've just spoken gibberish. He's got to be kidding me right now.
“I knew you'd say that, every other girl says that same shit until they meet with him!” he says nonchalantly. He instantly jerks my wrist, and we lock eyes while I squabble but he's not giving up, he's rather looking into my eyes and I hate to admit that it's killing me, completely weakening my knees.
“Just leave me alone, okay? I didn't do anything to you, I didn't hurt you, and I never will!” Now, I sound pathetic and he looks away pursing his lips before he lets me go harshly, I almost trip. He almost attempted to help me up but then he turns away, his fingers raking his satiny hair. I hear him mutter ‘Fuck’ under his breath. Why is he acting one-off? He's neither there nor here.
“Just to be clear, what exactly is your plan?”
“What do you mean?” I'm so confused right now.
“You fucking know what I mean! What's your plan with Egan, are you trying to play Molly’s games too? Because it's fucking obvious that you both are going side by side...” I swear on my books that I'm not getting the point he's trying to make. “...if that's your freaking intention—getting through Egan to get to me, then you must be kidding my balls!”
“Wh—”
“That's exactly how Molly acts when she's caught and yet scheming the worse things—pretense! I'll tell you this once and not ever again, stay the fuck out of my way, I'm gonna hurt you if you never will! Better watch out who you call friends, ‘cause you ain't figured out shit yet!” I watch him walk away from me like a child who has missed easter bunnies' eggs. I can feel the tears congregating in my eyes, this is not the time Chrissy, I tell myself. I stay planted on the spot, worse off, he carries about that tall slim fit physique down the hallway but never turns back. Why would he, anyway?
God! I sigh fighting my naivety.
First off, why did he emphasize Molly’s friendship with me? What are the main qualms between them? They are more like enemies than a former team. What exactly is Molly's scheme that I haven't figured out yet?
Secondly, why does he think very badly of me? What's the matter that I don't know? And besides, I had intentions of thanking him for what he did, about Lauren, she's been out of my way ever since, we don't clash. Why did he do that in the first place? I thought that he hated me, if he didn’t, would he have sorted it out despite Lauren being his partner and fuck buddy? I'm so lost. I've never really thought about things that deeply until now when he reminded me.

~
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
The bell rings and we start packing.
“I'll see you all in my next class, in the hope to get my equations solved. Have a nice day, students!” the professor stares at us as we exit the class in a hurry, everyone is just about their business here and there, but my mind is occupied by unanswered questions. I need to find out more about Molly, and what's her intention. Frankly. When the class is emptying, the professor leaves after waving shortly at Ken and me. We wave back.
“Dammit it darling, I've gotta rush! I gotta help Ariana with some stuff before getting home. Does it bother you?” Ken says holding my hands and I smile at him.
“No it doesn't, I'm only jealous that my boyfriend, brother, and daddy are being taken away!” I squeal playfully and he rubs my nose playfully.
“Such an angel! I'll get Ellen or Max to drive you home—”
“No need Ken, I was joking. I can handle it, besides you've never left me behind. Let me go home this once.”
“I have to make sure that you're home. Safe.” the concern in his eyes is swooning my entire system positively.
“I'm going to be fine.”
“Promise?”
“On our friendship, yeah, promise!” I smile at him and he kisses my cheek. We continue clearing our books, I'm thinking of ways to tell him that Egan and I will be hanging around after now. He turns to me handing my backpack to me.
“Spill it Chriss, or else I'm gonna get mad!”
“You got me!” I receive my backpack and hang it. “First of all,”
“Are they that much?!” he teases as we start walking slowly towards the door and then I nudge his arm playfully.
“Well, Dayle and I had a reasonably lengthy talk, I think it's disturbing and I would like you to help me out but we won't talk about it right away, can you drive by much later? Like, after everything you have to deal with or I’ll come by—”
“No issues. Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it now? I mean we could swing by the restaurant and trash it out!” he opts. No way, he should not compromise his private time for my sake. It won't be fair.
“No sweetie, I got it. Just come much later, yeah?” he nods and I halt, he does the same once we step out of the class. It is then I realize that Egan is leaning beside the door. Fuck. Ken stares at me with a questionable look. I don't want a clash
“Is this the second on our talk list?”
“Yeah. I was gonna tell you about it. We are going to hang out... like right now! I just wanted you to know Ken, don't look at me that way. C’mon!”
“Hey, Ken Salazar! Don't worry, she's in good hands!” Egan's calm husky voice interrupts and Ken turns to him.
“I don't trust you one bit, because stuff with you is either on the blog or Insta or some fucking thing that's gonna be frustrating!” I rub Ken’s arm lightly, I don't want this to go sideways, regardless, I understand his point. It's best.
“Well, It's about Chrissy now, nothing’s gonna happen Ken. I know that you beat asses that mess with her, I still remember that!” in as much as Egan is reasonable, he's also being sarcastic right now.
Ken nods his head with an approving smile before he turns to hug me, he implies that I call him whenever I feel oppressed or in danger. I nod yes, like I'm listening to a cop. Ken scurries away. Egan draws closer and takes my hands that has my fingers interlocking and unlocking instinctively.
“I take that as a challenge!”
We both smile at his comment, I feel chills sent down my spine, he's very courteous with me for the past few times now. “Again. I'm sorry about last time, it should not happen!” he starts
“Me too, I shouldn't have hit you! I was nervous and lost!”
“That was hot. Not hot as in flames, hot as in sexy,” he adds and I smile. I take that as an honest compliment. “I wanna make it up! I'd like us to hang out, somewhere nice and great. Do you have something... to do or—”
“It's fine, let's do it!”
“Okay. Great. I know a place to eat, nice condiments too... Yum Yum!” he wraps his arm around me and I'm lost in it as we laugh it off walking away. He starts telling me of one of his bad experiences at a restaurant, he said that the food was overly seasoned. He also says that he tells it because his mother is a cool chef. Lovely and crazy.
When we get to the parking space, we walk to his car—no it's a power bike! I suddenly realize. It's a BMW model, oh my god.
“I'd like you to see my Mom and Dad, they are nice.”
“Today?”
“Today! Yeah. We might up catch and we might not, they are leaving town for like two days. It’d be fun!” he adds and I accept blinking my eyes. He wears a black helmet over my head, he smiles at me before he takes the other one and then, I see Dayle coming forth. Jeez, I just wanna bury myself alive right now.
“Just a sec, honey, I promise that I won't take long,” he says and nods swiftly. He walks to him. They shake hands in swagger and start talking, I can't decode their conversation even if I try. I see Dayle staring at me on and off and soon, Egan taps his shoulder lightly before they hug in style again.
“I'll drag him at once!” I hear Egan tell Dayle and Dayle smirks lightly. He's staring at me still.
“I trust ya! Later man!” Dayle says walking off to his red and hints of black Audi sports car. While Egan starts in my direction, Dayle stays put by his car door, we are looking at each other before Egan apologizes, it distracts the both of us at once.
“Hop on baby,” Egan says to me as he straddles firmly holding onto the wheelie. I climb on and hug him tightly, I've never been on one. This is my first. “Ready?”
“Sure!”
“Off we go!” the bike shoots off at an adaptable speed but I'm nervous. I rest my head somewhere back, he feels so nice and safe. One of the things, Max and I never did. Connect. Our relationship was an underground type.
I hold Egan tightly once we leap onto the highway, he's gentle and calculated with me.