Slow

***Dayle***

~
“Dad? Dad, come on we need to talk. How could do this to me? You cant seize my car or bike, like the fuck?”
He isn't looking in my direction but rather he's working on his laptop.
Earlier, I had been drinking alcohol with Steve and Egan while we gamed. I had no clue that Dad would return early, his date was meant to last three fucking hours but the man shows up after two hours. Worse off, I took his favorite whiskey which served as our booster but unfortunately, we were busted. He hates it when I drink or smoke in, around the house, or outside the house.
“Stop acting like a child while I'm on the phone,” he says and it's out its context. “Your stepsister sounds better than you, Dayle!” he says to provoke me and I'm indeed provoked.
“Dad, it's working.” I swallow up to apologize appropriately. “It won't happen again...”
“Do you know how often you say that? I'm beginning to think that you're pissing me off on purpose...” he barks at me
“Dad,”
“If you insist on being super nonchalant about certain morals that you ignore, I'm gonna have to send you far away!” he adds and my face drops with guilt.
“My bad!”
“You're bad? Dayle, you're so messed up and you know that. You can do anything but not drink alcohol under my watch! How soon do you forget the incident from last year... I paid thousands of fines for the shit that you caused...” he vents
“Fuck!” I say under my breath. “Dad I haven't forgotten, and I ain't doing that again. I promise you!”
“I don't think you learn lessons. Just get ready, after your graduation, you will live with Festo,” he says and the hairs on my skin rise like I've been shocked. I'd rather be grounded for a year than live a week with that psychotic. Honest. He's absolutely bad news.
“I promise to do anything but... not Uncle Festo... C’mon Dad, like, you know how he is—” I try to coax, I'm utterly humbled and helpless.
“More reasons why you should go. Look, Dayle, I have had a very long day at work and all that stuff involved, I'm gonna need my time and not your pestering. Daddy needs some time to cool off! Can you do that for me, even if you don't attend the wedding?!” he teases with a serious look and I can't help but smile. He got me. Of course, there's no way I can not attend his wedding, he's my father no matter whom he's marrying.
“Sure. That hit me hard, there'snobway I'm gonna abandon your... wedding! Good night awesome father, and please do think about... my request!” I walk to the door
“Dayle?” he isn't smiling and I nod lightly.
“Night. Dad.”

~
Right after I had gotten prepared for school, I head outside towards the garage but I then remember that I don't have access to my car just yet. I skim the area and I see Dom talking to the chauffeur. A minute later, they wall up to me and shrug.
“Morning man,” Dom starts
“Good morning, Mr. Dayle.” the chauffeur says afterward. I roll my eyes instead.
“Yeah, whatever!” I snap, they are not my problem right now.
“Well, we are used to that. That meant you slept well last night. As it stands—” Dom starts but input him short, I'm not ready for his lecture.
“I gotta go now, I have an important meeting and I'm thirty minutes away and so... My keys?” I ask and he chuckles.
“That's not gonna happen, big guy. He'll be driving you to school today and perhaps until the wedding...” when Dom breaks the bitter news to me; I start walking off to confront my Dad. I'm grown and I don't need someone driving me like an infant. Damn! Worse off, I have no fucking freedom at that.
“Not so fast Dayle, your father and uncle are out to skydive. Did you know?” Dom says and of course, I halt and turn to him.
“This early? Fuck!!!” my fingers comb my hair out of frustration. How could I forget, it's one of the things they do when they are together. I have no choice but to go with the chauffeur and Don wouldn't give me the keys to any car or bike. He's fuvking loyal to my father and it kills me since it's a good thing.
“You can laugh all you want, I don't have a choice!” I calmly say while Dom presses his laughs teasingly.

~
We started talking about everything that has happened, of course, not everyone was cool with the idea but everyone was cool with the outcome of Lauren not being expelled.
“What's gonna happen to the position? Amber is gonna hop on, right?” The study prefect asks and I scoff
“That's not my choice to make, you all know that! The school has got it not me!” I snap leaning on the nearby desk while the others are seated, we are occupying an empty class and not the hall.
“Ain't we casting votes or something?!” Ken asks, did he not hear what I had said?
“I can't decide. Ken Salazar!” I add
“Sure. Theodore!” he sounds sarcastic and I don't care. The fact that he's a friend to the girl that keeps ms me on my ten toes is enough problem and not him. He's staring at me doubly.
“Well, the matter has been resolved and we are gonna need to step up and not get caught up. We know the games as well as the games, if you do extra; Hemsville’d committee would do extra. Fldear colleagues, stay down—until graduation. At least!” I tell them and they respond positively.
“Dayle, you got to recommend someone soon, you know how they get while choosing! They could pick up a jew and that's going to be a pain in our asses we can't cope!” Shauna adds and I agree with her, everyone agrees with her. She looks hot today, she always does, and likewise the other girls here. I could do a ten-some with all of them. Fuck! I should not be thinking all this shit right now.
“Your President is thinking it way to get some ladies laid!” I hear Amber tell the others and they laugh it off, I know that she's saying that to me on purpose. She's not wrong but I didn't need her to spell it out that way. I only smirk.
“In case of any more updates, I won't let my team down. I'd let you know! Have a great day, guys!” I dismiss the meeting and they mutter the same and the class turns out to be noisy. Shauna and Cindy walk up to me, I know that it's bad news. Did they know? With the way they are gaping at me, they know that I played both of them.
“We are gonna talk after school hours. At the pool!” Shauna says first
“Sure,” Cindy adds as they walk away in those sexy skirts. I should be thinking of what would happen next but no. My friends come up to me with other guys and we shake stylishly.
“Yo Dayle, Terry's racing at EZs much later, turn up man.” Entertainment prefect, Jamil says, he's referring to one of the house prefects.
“Sure dude, turn up!” Terry adds and he turns to Egan and Steve who are beside me like partners (they are). “All of you! Come see your man win that race!”
We laugh and assure him that we would turn up, I mean, it's what we do; support each other in whatever way. When we stepped out of the class, Amber stops in my way then Egan and Steve poke my side to inquire about her sudden attitude and I just tell them that I have no idea.
“Hi Amber?!” my friends holler at her at once with snickers on the corners of their corrupt lips.
“Hi. Accomplices. I need a moment with your schemer!” she scowls and they chuckle hysterically, and I signal them to walk off.
“What, Amber? You said that can't be seen or heard or do you wanna book a session?” I start
“Fuck you, Dayle.” she pouts
“Then what pretty one?” I dub her arm and she pulls away angrily.
“Don't touch me. How could you tell on Lauren, you almost wrecked her life. Do you know that it could have cost her? Come on!”
“Wait?” I scoff. “Is this what this is about or are you purposely trying to engage us back in talking terms?” I ask her and that's what it seems like. Basically, we already dealt with that issue and it's already under the rug and why is she just talking about it right now? I hate the way she beats around the corners.
“Damn you, isn't she a friend?” she seems guilty
“What sort of a friend are you that turns up when there's not a single problem? You might wanna thank me, especially for saving your friend. With that kitty.” I tell her calmly with a smile while my index caresses her smooth face. She loves it, I can tell.
“Dayle?” she calls out but it won't stop me
“Call me whenever you wanna get relieved of something more important than talking about Lauren. Call or text me whenever it would remain our secret. I walk off majestically while the stares, I feel her eyes on me. I know that she wants, and I'm might than ready to give her what she craves.

~
Once it's past class hours, I tell my friends about Shauna and Cindy's request and they agreed to wait up at the court while playing the game.
There's no one around the pool area except Caesar, fuck. Did they fuck me up? Set me up or what? I take out my phone to dial Shauna or Cindy but then Caeser chuckles as an interruption.
“Looking for a girlfriend or her friend or perhaps both?” he asks and my face squeezes. I hate him more than he can think of right now. I'm going to fuck him up.
“What do you want?” I ask and he starts laughing hysterically like some hitman in uniform. I hiss, he's wasting my time. He starts drawing near to me but stands still, pocketing my hands. Hole van does no shit and I've got to maintain my composure being the Senior Prefect. He rushes towards me pulling out a knife from his pocket and that's when I realize that this guy is a lunatic. I try to dodge but then the blade cuts through my arm, and I start bleeding. He tries to rush in on me again and suddenly someone hits him with a slim rod from behind, and he falls to the ground. It's Chrissy. Jeez?
She rushes over to me, perplexed and concerned. I've not seen a fork this worried over and I didn't blame them.
“Are you... You're bleeding, I'll just call for help. Hold on!” she runs off and I just stand holding my bleeding arm. Shocked and disheveled.