Boyfriend duties

(This chapter comprises a few POVs of a few hand-in-hand characters, it's not necessarily important but would be best for a better understanding. Enjoy!)

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*Cindy*

If I had known that Caesar would be nothing but a critter, then I wouldn't have agreed to his flimsy excuse of having to discuss the upcoming games with Dayle. Now, Dayle would assume that we two-timed when I can't do that in my normal senses. Fuck! I messed up. Where the hell is Shauna anyway? I pull out my cell phone and text her right away. We could go to the impromptu meeting together, Egan says it is important and I get it.
*Girl, where the eff are you?*
I pace back and front in the hallway and my phone vibrates.
*Taking a piss, wait a minute!*
Okay. I try to keep my composure and Amber stops when she sees me, I tuck my wavy hair behind my studded right ear. She's smirking at me and I hate it, why’s she staring at me like that?
“Hi Cindy, why are you here all alone? Where's...” She looks around. “Shauna? We are supposed to be at the—”
“You know what bitch, I'm one second away from pulling out your eyes right now. Just leave already!” I tell her off and she shrugs.
“Save that energy for Principal Morgan not for me. Let's hear talk it out at the hall,” she adds and walks off proudly. I want to punch her in the face but it's all useless right now. I sight Shauna scurrying in my direction.
“Really? Do you know how fucked up we are right now?” I scowl at her, I'm unable to hide my anger.
“Chill the fuck out, it's not like you're the only one in shit right now!” Shauna says and I roll my eyes as we start walking off.
“Whatever. That Amber girl is trying so hard to get on me.” I tell her and we start talking about it until we get to the hall.


*Steve*

Seeing these two snitches walk in makes me sick, we are gonna have to talk that long after now. I wish that Principal Morgan would leave these things to us, some people are going to lose their pretty faces and dicks.
“Ain't he coming on? Egan, you gotta check him up!” I tell him, we are sitting abreast of each other.
“Fuck man, I'm not his legs. I want to get this shit over with!” Egan says he's pissed off just like I am.
Yesterday had been shitty altogether, Dayle’s father went ballistic and Caeser almost denied not being the one to throw the first punch, he assumed that he was only defending himself. Good thing that Chrissy was there to tell the damn truth, crazily, the surveillance camera around that area had been taken off. Principal Morgan walks in with some of the committee, he looks so pissed off. Fuck, we are all fucked right now. The thing is, if eventually, it's the work of Cisco then there's going to be a problem. I mean, we have paid that guy’s ass for covering up certain coverages or shady clips if I'm, to be honest, and now, Caesar messed everything up by attempting a knife fight. How dumb and miscalculated is that? Damn!

*Egan*

“It is sad to learn that one of our potential graduating students has crossed the thin line. This can not be an exuberance that we would condone...”
He continues to speak we are all left on the verge of hurting someone but how extensively can we carry it out? My fingers drum on the table before me, and Steve and I lock eyes at almost every interval. The chair lady of the committee takes on the next round. This redhead stops at nothing until her job is done, I heard that she was a former cop or something, could be true or not real.
“...I promise to do my best, this school is to find out what must have conspired to have led to the knife fight. It's quite unfortunate that one of our most prestigious and highly intelligent students had been struck in such an ugly manner, we would not let this slide. We would bring in the securities for questioning. We would fish out every accomplice to have been involved in past crimes and now, it's only an eye opener...”
Fuck it, I'm beginning to think that this woman composed an entire speech, like the hell?
If Cisco says shit, then Hemville reflects are officially doomed, not to mention the non-prefects. Either way, we are going to sort it all out. Soon after, I was called on to close the entire meeting after a series of speeches.
“...A brother and friend, who is also the Senior prefect have been hurt, I, being his assistant apologizes on behalf of my colleagues and the school at large. We'll stop at nothing to fight against such violence, the mistake has been made and would not be repeated. Specifically, call on the school to do its best while my team and I do ours...”
Shit. I hate things such as this, Caesar would be reprimanded and we would have to sort ourselves out. Either way.
The committee head is out, then Redhead wants to see me too, right after we are done discussing. Other projects head out, but Steve and I stop Shauna and Cindy. Amber stays back, although she's not needed she's an assistant; we practically share the same position, so we let her stay. She's concerned about Dayle like us, she loves him but she pretends about it.
“Can any of your asses start talking, ‘cause I don't give two fucks easy happens after now? I'm gonna chase anyone involved in this shit...” Steve blurts out, he's boiling angrily.
“Come on man, don't talk to us like that. We didn't do nothing—” Shauna blurts out
“Fuck it!” I yell at them both and everyone gets startled by it. “How could you do that to us—him? Why did you betray him that way? He wouldn't have gone over there if y'all didn't ask, right?” I ask them and they are guilty as hell, scratching their necks.
“Look Egan, we had no idea—” Cindy starts to break down in tears, she covers her mouth as the words hang somewhere around her throat. Shauna is nonplussed but she is trying as hard as possible to stay put. She blinks countlessly, perhaps fighting her tears.
“You fucking did!” I yell again pointing at her and I move away rubbing my hair harshly.
“What went wrong? Start fucking talking!” Steve loses it too, Amber pleads with us to calm down. She better not indulge herself.
“Okay. Okay.” Shauna sniffles while Cindy buries her face into her palms. “Ca- Caesar knew about us meeting Dayle. He planned to make Dayle go to the pool, not ours. He said that they were going to talk about the upcoming games since he's Captain; he also needed Dayle’s endorsement but didn't know how to approach the guy. All we did was help Caeser meet with Dayle, we fucking knew nothing—even if we were mad about Dayle playing the two of us, yet we would never want Dayle hurt like that... I swear...” she stops and turns away covering her mouth, her eyes had watered. Now I get the whole fucking thing.
“Do you know how much this is gonna cost us?” I ask and they remain silent. “If that red bitch ties down Cisco, we'll be officially fucked in the ass. Do you know that?” Steve asks them and I place a hand on his shoulder, he understands the signal.
“Can you at least let Dayle know that we are sorry and we didn't mean for things to turn out that way? We got played too!” Cindy opens up after wiping her tears.
“This impression right here is what everyone is thinking! He can't see anybody, not even us. His father won't let anyone speak with him just yet.” I tell them but it's a lie. Kinda. “Thanks to your pathetic boyfriend!” I add.
“Egan, let's go talk to Cisco where the redhead does, or else, shit would go down!” Amber suggests and she's making sense but we aren't even sure if he isn't called in for questioning or not. We can't start making appearances except if we want more coals heaped on us. All that Cisco has to do is deny our part of being formally involved. We've paid off his ass severally but not for the sake of a knife, that's crazily traumatizing.
“Just... Just go home or something, we'll just handle and for the record, we never had this convo about Cisco, we are gonna do our best. Fair?” I explain this to the girls and they concur. They walk out pleading that we explain things to Dayle. We sure will.
“So, what's up with Dayle? Is he okay?” Amber asks us, but more directed at me. I scoff. She has got to be kidding me right now.
“Since when did you start caring? Fuck you, Cheer shit!” Steve says to her and walks out of the hall. She becomes shy and guilty.
“Stop chasing the name, Amber, how about you focus on your friend who's been suspended for a week? I didn't fuck you and so, don't ask me fucking questions!” I tell her and start walking to the door.
“Egan?” her voice breaks
“You know where you find him, go over there. He's in bed right now wishing that you'd pay your fucking dues appropriately. Theodore’s estate, Levine Drive.”