Mesmerized by her

***Chrissy***

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“Hey Chris, can I take a pic?”
A girl in my grade walks up to me with her jocks. I nod lightly as she takes the selfie shot. they mutter a thank you and head away. The thing is, last night I was had all over Hemsville’s blog because of the pictures that Egan instructed Greta to take. Personally, I love the pictures, in fact, I didn't know that I looked very sexy in them and now the blog is booming dating rumors of us. I'm getting popular by the day for the frivolous reasons. My followings are topping as well. Gosh, who would have known that Chrissy, formally known as Chris-shit would be Chris-ing it. It's just the reality of things.
I need to hurry for my next class which is Bio instead of thinking about the things that are bubbling.
*I'll see you after class hours?*
Egan's text pops up instantly and I blush over it; I really like him honestly.
*Sure, E!*
I head to the restroom to take a piss, and I hear some girls conversing and it's concerning the Dayle.
“...It wouldn’t have happened if Dayle didn't intervene! Trust me, he is responsible for her stay...” one says
“...Don’t be so sure girl, Lauren has her ways too. She could do anything at any fucking time.” the other says and they giggle.
“...What if Chrissy threatened Dayle or something?” the first girl asks, I get to comprehend because of the voices.
How could i threaten someone anyway? Why am I being dragged into this conversation?
“...Whether or not she threatened, she's blowing up so good. It makes me wonder if Egan is playing his games on her? I mean, that guy is not a go-to guy. Anything can happen!” the same girl says and the other one laughs it off.
“...They are cute together, like did you see their pictures?? I wish for that connection so badly. Egan is my crush which makes me worry. I really want to fuck him...” the other girl says.
“...Ridiculous. That bad?”
“...Yes, that bad!” the second girl asks and there's silence. Perhaps she's responded.
“...Have you imagined what his dick would taste like?” the first girl asks. Eww.
“...Or Dayle’s? Or maybe Steve’s? I've heard a lot about them. So awesome!” the second girls squeals excitedly and the first girl joins in. Holy grail, really?
I can't take this anymore, and so I step out and they remain silent scratching necks and widening eyes. Fucking gossips.
“Thats all you all are good at? Gossiping? That's gross!” I state nonchalantly before walking out. They start contemplating whether or not I would get mad. Who literally cares? I have better things than to get mad. I dial Ken whilst on the hallway but he's not picking up, neither is Ellen and where the fuck is Molly? Everyone?
Perhaps in a meeting but Molly isn't a prefect anymore and Ellen has never wanted to be and so she isn't but Ken is, he's Sports prefect... Okay, it explains why I haven't seen him. He's got a lot to say to me. No fucking wonder the Playerz or the hotties or rather the bustling guys aren't anywhere close.
*You are almost late, girl!*
Molly texts me. That's right! I start scurrying my way to the class. I enter the class, the professor is only behind me. Thank heavens for that. I drop on the seat next to Molly and she gives me a questionable beam.
“You are blowing the fuck up!” Is the first thing she says to me and I scoff lightly with a smile. I roll my eyes and look away putting my cell down.
“You mean?” I ask her.
“Don’t play pretend! Are y'all now official?” she asks and I fold my lips shyly.
“He's cute!” I snap at once.
“Says it all!” she smiles at me rubbing my arm. “I think he's real with you. I mean, unlike before... there's got to be some sort of game or something. He's past two weeks with you and the atmosphere is all good? Girl, he likes you!” she says and agree to it.
“I'll just see where it goes!” I tell her back and she nods.
“I can't wait for the after math of the meeting! Ooh la la, Fortunata!” she giggles and I smile along. She's overly hyped as though she's expecting some good news.
“Anticipating something?” I ask
“You. Just. Wait.” she says placing the edge of her pen on her lips and turns away. She’s up to something. Wait, Dayle had once mentioned something to me about her… fuck, it’s nothing actually. I tell myself.

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After class, Molly and I head to the bleachers to watch the guys practice. Ellen has gone off with Max, maybe they have something important (I air quote) to do. Whatever. I keep my eyes fixed my cell phone, ignoring the endless notifs that are stomping in, it's a lot. I bump into Lauren's post.
<To every loser who thought that I'd be thrown out, fuck you. To my lovelies, thank you! Hemsville High can't do without me. I'm the life of it. Practically every girl’s icon!>

That's a lot to say at once, that's some pride.
“Stupid bitch, she slipped this time!” Molly almost screams rising to her feet and I turn to her at once.
“Molly, are you okay?” she swallows up and sits back down.
“Lauren wasn't expelled!” she starts. “She should have been, I mean after everything that she's done to you—” she stops. Why’s this so personal to her anyway?
“You wanted her to be expelled?” I'm perplexed and I only don’t understand. She doesn't say a word to me rather drums her feet restlessly. “Okay, calm down. Should I get—”
“No Chriss, no.” she raises her voice at me. “Why are you so impassive? Shouldn't she he thrown away? I thought he handled all these things...” she places her hand on her forehead and closes her eyes. I scoff.
“Molly, at least she doesn't get to be girl-pres anymore! So—”
“That's the fucking problem! Fuck, I gotta go! I’ll see you tomorrow. Sorry Chris, I have to deal with something.” she gives me a swift hug, taking her backpack in her hand, stepping down from the bleachers. I watch her leave the court entirely. I blow out some air and turn to my phone, I can't handle her shit right now. What is she aiming at?
I see some comments under Lauren’s post.

{@Lisa❤️... Who didn't see that coming? I effing did. Rrrh}
{@Leonxxx.... It was gonna poke my ass to hear that my darling would leave...}
{@divaa... Lol! What difference does it make? Havin’ to keep up with the shame of not being girl-pres or getting thrown???}
{@officialCIA... Who'd be the next girl-pres next? I can't guess!}

Whatever. She's not even my problem but the question is, why hasn't she come at me? How did this for down very easily? Wait, who was Molly referring about handling the situation? Who told on Lauren? Fuck! How did I not gather the pieces together?
I exit and dial Ken and he only texts back.
*I'll see you at your crib bissh, got a bunch!!!!*
I roll my eyes, I expected this response from him, I can't wait to hear it all. I walk out of the court and the first thing I see is Lauren and Amber arguing, I just walk past them, if I ever get involved with them then I'm not thinking straight. I go to my locker, I open it and take the necessary books that I'd need to study for the upcoming math test. Shit. I forgot my book in the class, I use it for my briefings, its super important. I head to the class and boom, I sight Dayle and Molly talking, it seems important and disturbing. I can see how they are both disappointed. Was this the reason why she left? To talk with Dayle? What's so vital then? In as much as I don't want to be a part of this or seen anywhere close, I need to get my book. My hand lands on the don't handle nearly twisting it and someone places a hand over mine. I get startled veering to face who's behind me. There! My wonderful boyfriend. How did he know that I would be here and did he just yet to stop me? Things aren't okay.
“Hey baby,” he kisses my forehead and I move away from the door with a forced smile. “Looking for this?” he holds up my notebook to my face and now I'm smiling truthfully, no tinge of force. I exhale calmly like I've just won a game.
“Oh yes, dear, how did you know?!” I try to receive it and he jerks away playfully.
“Not until you see this!” he says with his calm cold tone, he's grinning and I'm wondering everything possible.
We walk over to the hallway that leads to the exist and I see some 10th or 11th grade boys hold up banner that's has a question on it ‘Be My Girl’, and some girls their range are holding a cake, roses and cards. Crazily, the hallway is almost crowded and these things are happening. The smiles and phones in the air is alarming. Egan takes out a necklace from his varsity team jacket and goes down on a knee.
“Chrissy Horton, be my girl. Please?” he asks and I'm flushed with my face sinking in my palms. I've not had a guy do this for me or rather show me off. There's nothing to think about, Egan has been nice and lovely to me. There hasn't been a bad time around him.
“Yes, I'll be your girl!”
I tell him as he rises to his feet while the others cheer us on, recording thing. I turn around giving him access to wear the necklace for me. He leans closer to me, I feel his breath behind ear, she gently moves my hair to the side and starts doing the pin. I see the smile on the little crowd’s faces and there's this other face... Dayle's. I can swear that he's furious, his thick brows furrows as he stares at us—me. My heart starts to beat faster than it has been doing. He turns around and walks off angrily.
Egan spins me to face him as we kiss, tenderly. The girls come around and have me the cake and cards. There's a love card and two tickets to the movies.
“Oh my gosh, Twilight?” I can't help but scream and next thing, I jump on him; he grabs me tight as we kiss swiftly. “You are so sweet!!” I tell him and he smiles. He dismisses the setters and assures them to see them soon.
Fuck! I don't remember that I've been sad!