Pretty baits

***Dayle***



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As soon as my eyes open up, I start looking for my cellphone, I haven't reached my friends since last night and they must be trying to reach out. I peek at the stand, amidst the thick sheets or beneath the pillows, yet I can't find it. I try to lift my arm but the pain is so what's strenuous. I struggled out of bed and wandered I'm search of my cell phone but it wasn't anywhere. Fuck! I open the door and no one in the hallway is separating my room from Dad’s and then other rooms. I descend the stairs and that's when I see Dad talking to Dom and Uncle Festo, he looks paranoid. I clear my throat and they turn to me at once.

“Little O, are you okay? How do you feel?” Uncle Festo sounds sweet right now but I know that he hasn't changed his ways of being a piece of bad news.

“Hey, Dayle!” Dom adds too.

“I'm better. Thanks!”

Dad turns to both of them and they walk away without a word. Dad and I walk to the settees and sit on one. I'm staring at my wrapped arm while he studies me. At least, that's how I see it.

“Dad, I haven't seen my phone! Do you have it?” I ask calmly

“I do. It's turned for the meantime, you'll have once you get better —”

“Holy grail Dad, how am I supposed to wait that long, I'll be in school once it's Monday—” I try to explain but he interrupts with a negative nod. You'd stay a week at home. Plus, I don't want you getting worked up that's why I'm keeping your cell phone. It's been bus ing since forever, I just to switch the damn thing off. They are bothering you...” he says

“They are not bothering, they want to ask after me—to know how I'm doing!” I tell him

“Dayle, it's not you that's only affected, I am as well, critically. I already filed a case, he's going to get arrested and after I'm done, I'm gonna have to deal with Hemsville for putting my son in harm's way.” he stops while I try to breathe steadily, why’s he this way? It's too much.

“Arresting Caesar is too much, he's got to graduate regardless—” I add but he cringes

“He should've known that the moment he pulled out a knife—what if you had died? How do receive it?” he sounds cold

“But I'm not dead. Thank you for loving me, honestly but...” I stop, thinking it was to convince him still.

“But what?”

“Okay. Can I at least have my cell phone? I've got to let them know that I'm fine... Dad things could go wrong if I don't tell them...”

“Meaning?” he cringes and I scoff

“It won't be nice. Please, just let me have my phone. Okay?” I ask but he ignores me, muttering under his breath. “Dad? Come on...”

“Fine. Only for a day—”

“It's fair.” I smile and he ruffles my hair playfully. He calls on the maid to get it.

“Anything for you!” he snaps and leans back. “Your stepmom was here, she tended to you last night, she was worried!”

“Fuck, I'm not a child.” I grimace a little and he smiles.

“She sends her regards, she would come by much later!!”

“Okay!”

“Okay?”

“Okay. As in okay, I'm fine with it. I care more about nothing but my cellphone.” I force a grin. I stand up to leave and then he stops me.

“Dayle?” I turn to him at once. “We could postpone the wedding if you are in so much pain—we would just have to look forward to another weekend! The ball is in your court you know, Lena thinks so too!” he says calmly, I know that he means every word that he says to me and they can't compromise their wedding only for a fucking flesh wound to get healed. I know that I'm very insensitive but not about my father's happiness, it means a lot to me too.

“Nah! The wedding still holds! Dad, I'm not a brat, I'm grown up now.” I was and he smiles.



~

Once I'm back in my bedroom, the first I do is connect with my friends on Facetime. Their faces brighten up once they see me, we start talking about the entire scenery and that's when I tell them that Chrissy saved me from that asshole, he could have stabbed or something, I owe her one. Had it been any other girl or most girls, I bet that they would rather scream and record to earn them do much trends and followings. Some would go as far as selling the recorded tape at high prices, I'm talking about not less than a thousand dollars.

“Bro you need to calm down,” Egan says when I vent over the betrayal. “The asshole two-timed them. He used them against you—” he adds and I scoff.

“That's not reasonable man! Fuck it!”

“Come on dude what did you expect anyway? You fucked two best friends... It had to happen. The guy was mad over what you did...” Steve adds truthfully but I don't want to accept or digest it.

“Are you saying that it's my fault?” I huff. “For fucking sake—I had been doing nothing than getting stuck to the fuck-list. That's it!” I pointed out and they remain silent rubbing their hair as they planned on it. Nonetheless, there's nothing I can do about Caesar since the school had taken it up upon itself like it ought to.

“There's one more problem that we need to solve...” Egan stirs up snapping us out of our thoughts. I give them a questionable stare and then he proceeds. “Cisco is going to be reprimanded, it seems like he was the one that deactivated the surveillance cameras, it's all fucked.” he stops

“You know... what it means if Cisco gets to spit shit right, we are not going to have it smooth. Not for a moment! Everything is just not okay over here. Like, we are all on our ten toes.” Steve adds he's getting pissed like all of us. “How’s Dad? Is he still mad?” he asks and I nod positively.

“He's fucking mad right now! He wants to keep me in here for a week—” I tell them and they pull surprised faces.

“Whoa!” they both say in unison

“Daddy's little boy, right?!” Egan teases and we laugh it off. “He shook the school, then imagine what if you got stabbed? Caesar and his family would have to plead for hell!” he teases and we laugh it off again. Dad went extra, I've not seen him act this feral in a long while, the last time was when Mom passed away, and ever since, he's been cold. I know that had love, but he kinda went too far. Right? No. Maybe the angel in me is overwhelming because the demon in me is overtly backing up my Dad's idea; seeing that Caesar goes to prison for attempted murder. That's crazy, I know.

I kind of blame myself too, if I hadn't gotten involved with too many girls, this wouldn't happen in the first place.

It drives me back to Chrissy, why did she do what she did? How did she know that I was there? Did she follow me on purpose? Did she want to talk to me or what the fuck happened? Since I thank her, I also need to know why she was there. I grab my cellphone and start looking up her page on Insta, she's almost 100k and that's SICK. I had deactivated my account but now I'm back in blood. I start seeing posts and tags that concern me, students are wondering if I'm alive or not. I need to schedule a live video after some time. Practically everyone is confused about the whole thing except for the committee, my friends, and Chrissy Horton.

<Where’s Dayle, someone?????? 💔>

<Bring back @Sexgod! Is he safe🥹>

<@CaptainCaes needs to be expelled😡>

Reading through the countless feeds, I feel loved and my dick feels loved. It doesn't ends, Lauren posts up despite being suspended, and there you have Amber, Cindy and Shauna, Jess, Ariana, Daph, Ariel, Terry, Jamil, Logan, Ellen, Max, Ken, Egan, and Steve also involved... There are over a thousand posts that concern me, alongside past students. These are graceful. I finally enter Chrissy’s page. I enter her DM for the first time in my entire life, I've never felt the urge to do so but today is something should do. I didn't deserve her help. I start typing...

*Dear Chris...*

I delete it at once, I don't know how to sound. I intend to ask Egan for her location but he'd think differently, my friends don't let me have access to their girls if they dated, simply because I'm most likely to hit on them and instantly fuck.

*Hey Chriss, thanks for earlier! I'd like us to meet and talk, I bet this ain't a convo over Insta. Yes?*

I hit send before I change my mind and I see the three dots popping up, she's typing... Great start.

*Cool! I'll share an addy!*

She texts right back and a faint smile overwhelms my lips.

*Okay!*

I text and exit, I have to go out tonight, whether it not Dad lets me, I have to do this, even if it's the right thing I do.