Say thanks

***Chrissy***

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Am I dreaming or are my eyes glitching or seeing blurry visions? Am I hallucinating? I don't want to believe that he DMed me first. It's driving me fucking. I wish to see him, I miss him, I want to touch him, I want to look into his eyes and tet ll him that I almost died back there when he lay helpless on the floor. I take like ten minutes to think of a place and I don't have an idea. A message pops up.
*Can I pick u up instead?*
Dayle, yes Dayle DM’s me again. I flush shyly, I feel the butterflies battling for a space in my stomach.
*It's fine!*
I text right back and he texts me again.
*OMW!*
Fuck. I didn't see that coming, that's soon. Is he that serious? Can anyone pinch me, I'm not still sure if it's Dayle, the most popular playboy, and Boy President... It's unbelievable, Dayle is in my Dm. Not every girl in Hemsville High gets that privilege except for the hotties and reflects and no one else.
Mom peeks through the window to let me know that someone is waiting outside.
“You know what, little angel?” she crosses her arms leaning on the wall while I adjust my jeans. Like, I couldn't find something better other than a blue denim and white crop top with matching white sneakers. It's simplest the I could reach for.
“Nope!” I snap facing her fully with my cell on the right, I have got a message.
“The guys that come to visit you are not just guta—rich kids at that...”
“So what are you saying?”
“That, why are they always here? Aren't you with Chocolate Boy?” she questions, I fold my lips swiftly.
“Mom, he's only a classmate; he wants to talk about something. We are going to be quick and I promise to be back by 7, tops.”
“Shallie and Grandma would be here in the next one hour and they wanna see you, honey!” she says and I understand but I can't tell him off too. I walk over to her and kiss her on the cheek after we hug.
“I'll be back soon and... I love you, Mom! You all can start talking about the braid before I return.” I tease and she smiles, I head out immediately. Good thing that she hasn't seen him yet, he's waiting in the car. Once I step out, I take a deep breath and start walking over to him. He steps out of the car wearing a black hoodie that's also over his head, black trousers, and running shoes. He looks pale at that. He opens the car door for me and I scarily enter his Black Audi. I'm nervous but not scared, I'm concerned at the same time. My heart is thumping against my chest, I'm not stable. When he enters the car, I feel my heart stopping now and then.
“Are you good?” he asks me and I nod lightly, I can't beat the fact that I look skittish. He drives to a place not so far from my home, there's a flyover bridge and we are beneath, it's serene and calm. There are no vehicles or motorcycles, it's just surrendered by abandoned warehouses that used to be owned by factory owners. We step out of the car at once and he walks over to me leaning on the bonnet, he looks over his shoulder.
“Let's talk!” he says, his voice remains cocky and I don't know what to think anymore. I move close to him, I stand and do not lean. “Did you want to talk the other day?” he asks, that isn't the first thing I'm expecting from him to say.
“I... I actually...” my fingers start interlacing, I do that often when I'm shy or nervous. “I wanted to thank you for what you did. Lauren could have made my life a fucking mess, you did stop her, didn't you?” I ask him.
“Did someone tell you or did you know?” he asks ignoring my question. I remain silent because I have nothing to say to him. I was told, Ken told me and I can't just tell Dayle that I was told.
“I kn—” I try to speak but he interrupts
“That was why you followed me to the pool? I get it. I did what I could as a senior prefect, I hate it when SOME people get humiliated like that and not get reprimanded...” he turns to me, his eyes are captivating and I'm lost in his words, he looks away. “...but then, Lauren is a friend and a colleague, I can't tell her off only to get expelled. We are a few weeks to graduation. It matters the most, doesn't it?” he asks and I nod positively, I would have done the same regardless.
“Did Molly say anything to you?” he asks again and my face squeezes a bit.
“No. Why?” I ask back. What's with Molly anyway? What are they hiding?
“Just to clarify. Never mind but be alert, she's not what she seems to be!” he snaps and I agree and he licks his lips swiftly. “Thanks for your... time!” he adds and I go ballistic in my mind. Really? Just to talk about Molly and what I needed to tell him? Fuck me, I should have known that this Dayle is what I should have expected, my crush is a big blast. He turns away after he realizes that I'm looking at him right into his eyes. He can't keep his eyes on me, he's giving me several things to think about. Should it be that way?
“Why did you do it? You know that I'm a complete dick to you but you risked your life to save mine? He could have stabbed you, Chriss?” he starts to lose his cool and I can't understand why. Is he bipolar?
“But he didn't...” I snap
“Yes, he could have!” he snaps angrily, now he's raking his hair ferociously. The hair is innocent and so am I and so what's getting him angry all of a sudden? I swallow up the lump in my throat.
“Let's forget that it ever happened, I shouldn't have followed you in the first place, I promise not to do that again. Are you healing?” I ask him regardless and he gives me a death stare, it would not stop me from loving him.
“Why do you care? Are you asking because every Hemville student is asking or you've got reasons?” he scowls at me
“Why are you mean?”
“I'm not mean... fuck.” he's restless. “You are misunderstanding me just like them. You are like them...” he jabbers
“Then why are you mad at me?” I scream at him
“I'm not mad. I don’t know why...” he yells
“Do you love me?” I ask, I find myself asking him, my eyes welling up.
“What?” His face is wringing
“Do you... love me?”
“Fuck!” he huffs, he looks away from me as his fingers ruffle his hair again.
“Dayle,” I walk over to him, I make sure that he can see me. “Do you love me?”
“What is wrong with you? You are going mad, you're a psycho,” he yells at me
“It's a Yes or No answer, tell me now and I'd never ask. Prove to me that I'm lying to myself...” I yell at him too
“Why?” his eyes well up too and he is beating the tears, they are most likely to betray him. Mine already did.
“ You are everywhere. Whenever I am with Egan, you are there. You are stalking us—me. You saw us, you saw me tell him, yes, you were angry, you are always angry because of something. Dayle, do you love me?” I scream like my heart would jump out of my body and he screams back.
“No. I don't LOVE you! I will never love you!” he looks away from me as he rubs his face from top to bottom, and he places the unharmed hand on his waist. He broke my heart, I should be er except so much from him, he's not meant for me. My heart aches, he always rejects me, maybe if he had lied, I would feel better.
“That wasn't hard, was it?” I ask him almost whispering. I start walking off wiping off the tears in my eyes, he doesn't deserve them. I am better off with Egan, I hate the fact that I'm not that honest with Egan but after now, I'd learn to love him more. He's the only one who is for me. Egan loves me. I wish that hadn't responded to his fucking DMs, Dayle is full of shit. I hear his paces fast approaching mine and I am yet to hasten up but he grabs my hand and veers me to face him. He's pretending, I tell myself but not until his lips crash on mine. I give into it at once, we start kidding hungrily, the urge seeps in like I hadn't despised him earlier. We do it like our lives would end if we didn't...
“It's fucking hard, Chriss!”
He says as we continue to kiss, I don't want to think or remember anything but the fact that I'm here with Dayle.