Chapter 42

***Dayle ***
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Heated!

As soon as I step into Hemsville, I have students hovering around me, selfies, get-better wishes and gifts. I'm thankful for their concern, however, I'm happy to be back. I rejected being driven with Chrissy, I'm fucking mad at her over her fucking jilt. As always, I drove in the latest model Ferrari while she was driving in the SUV. I know the amount of attention it is going to cause her, it won't be the same as always but that's not my problem—i know that she's more than capable of dealing with the trends and gridlock.
Once I have the air to breathe comfortably with no pestering, Steve comes up to me after we had texted each other.
“What's up my man?!” Steve hollers as we do our signature thing. Halfway hug and handshake. “You feeling any better? I see!”
“I'm good, man. Ain't seen Egan? He's not fucking picking up or replying my texts!” I tell him and he peeks at his cell phone for second and then turns to me.
“**sorry I'll be there in five!**” he reads out the text to me. “Heard that!”
We start walking away in the direction of the Meeting Hall, he starts to debrief me about previous days.
“Fuck! What's gonna happen to Cisco?” I ask offhandedly. Once Cisco is questioned, might spill it and once it happens, we are going to dissolve–i am dissolving. Goodbye to Harvard. Fucking fuck, we have to do something soonest.
“Bro I don't know, shit is turning south. Fucking thanks, Caesar!” Steve grimaces.
“We'll sort it out, just cool off. Yeah?!” I tell him. Not that I'm cool, but I have to try. We enter the hall and then there's a release of confetti in the air, I see a banner that says <WELCOME BACK, BOY-PRES!>
How sweet, I start smiling. They are sticking out their phone and recording the moment. Amber walks up to me before a big follows, that's new. I reciprocate.
“I've missed you—” she says softly in a whisper, only I can hear.
“Me or my Dick?!” I tease and she says nothing but smiles. I couldn't help but say something silly.
“You owe me!” she snaps walking away stylishly, those pretty legs are hot as always. Now she's purposely flirting with me. Others come around to say hi to me and I reciprocate their kind gestures. When Shauna and Cindy holler at me, I feign to not hear or see them.
“Really Dayle?” Shauna scowls at me and I slowly turn to her.
“That's whack, still mad huh?” Cindy adds
“I guess we are gonna have to talk. A lengthy one. Much later!” I tell them off and walk away to take a seat with Steve and Egan—he just came in.
“Bro!” we do our thing before we sit. The meeting is going to hold now and guess who's the anchor, Ms. Redhead. That bitch is bomb and missile in one body, it's not going to be nice henceforth. Fuck.
“I didn't know red head was going to be here!” I tell my friends under my breath and they press their laughter, feigning to clear their throats instead.
“She's every fucking where! Hands down!” Egan adds
“Cisco must have sold us!” Steve blurts out, Egan and I turn to him with a slight frown. We know that it can happen but it's dreadful to spell it out that way. “What? Just kidding...” he says and looks away, we both look away.
“...Can I have hour attention please! Great. First I'd like to welcome our revered Senior Prefect, Dayle Theodore...” she says and there's an applause, I swiftly rise to my feet to acknowledge the gesture of being recognized and then she furthers with her speech...
For the last fifteen minutes, this woman has been talking about the progresses and ills of the academy, she also mentioned tia thing or two concerning bribery and insecurity.
“Someone fuck me if Cisco hadn't sold us!” Steve speaks up in low tone
“Fuck Steve, shut the hell up. Stop wishing our asses hell—we don't want that, do we?” Egan scolds him in a whisper and they both maintain their composure and silence. As tight lipped as the hall tends to be, the woman mentions another thing...
“...As we all know or not, there has been a series of injustices parading. I'm darting at the fact that some of you students had gone extra miles... Buying and paying our security men for illegal purposes... Both parties are breeding illicit ways of connecting... This act or set of persons will not go unpunished...”
“We are officially fucked. He did sell us!” I blurt out under my breath, Egan and Steve angle their gazes at me. Precautioning me.
The responses coming from the students denotes that we are all on the same page, one way or the other something had gone wrong.
The meeting ends with a final warning, regardless, the redheaded bitch wants to see Egan immediately; perhaps she believes that I'm still recovering. Yes, if it's about her—im going to take forever to recover.
“Shit! What now, red head?!” Egan snaps angrily pocketing his hands
“Chill the fuck down, you can't give her the impression that we are involved. Just... Just do your thing, yes?”
“Yeah. You better get off that plaster and do your job!” he scowls, I know how much he hates his position as assistant senior prefect but he glfucking has no choice.
“Yeah, suck my dick to force me!” I scowl back as he walks off, pissed. Steve is laughing at us both, did he forget that we ALL have that shit stuck on our asses?
“You didn't just laugh, did you?!” I hiss and he chuckles. Sneaky dude. My phone vibrates, I pull it out and to look it up.
*Meet me at the store room! C!*
That's Cisco, no doubt. The store room area has no surveillance cameras, and so it's safe.
“Cisco!” I tell Steve, handing him my cell to read for himself. He hands back my cell over to me with a frustrated glance.
“Shit. I fucking knew that this would happen, are you sure we ain't shutting his ass up somehow?” Steve suggests, I know what he means—I’m thinking that way too.
“After we hear his ass out!”
Terry and Jamil head towards us m, scurrying. I know their problems, I'm perturbed as well.
“Y’all heard that? Cisco told!” Jamil says
“Fuck it dude, that's fakes news!” Steve protests. Jamil hisses, pissed and devastated.
“I heard shit! What are we gonna do?” Jamil asks.
“Jeez, someone fucking calm down. After school we are gonna sort it out! Just chill. I'll keep y'all posted. That's what up!” I tell them and they lightly nod. They are worried, most or every Hemsville Senior student is worried. This could cost us our privileges.
“We'll just keep them posted too!” Terry adds as they head off.
“But fuck, why are they depending on us that vadly?!” Steve blurts out, is he even thinking appropriately. Fuck.
“You shouldn't have made yourself the dopest exhibit on the record, that's the fuvking price we pay.”
I say to him before we exit the meeting area.

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Steve and I head to the store room looking over our shoulders, just in case we have a spy or snitch. We close the behind us, the smell of dust hits our nostrils and we cough.
“Jeez, did he spray don't or what exactly?!” Steve blurts out shielding his nose
“Bro!” I warn him off, the guy might hear us. “Cisco?” I call out and that's when he comes into light dressed in black denim jacket and trouser, then a black pair of shoes and gloves. Is this a potential murder scene or what? I skim the area while he moves closer. His shit doesn't move either of us.
“Are y'all fucking happy now?” he raises his voice at us, I'm pissed. I'm ticking too.
“Hey chill—” Steve says
“Don’t fucking tell me that shit. All I did was help dome fucking grown ass brats clear their mess... Getting involved with fucking stupid teenagers who can get their dicks and pussies together...” he says angrily, I'm forced to interrupt him.
“No man, don't FUCKING talk to us that fucking way. We fucking paid your ass, didn't we?” I ask him, he moves closer to attempt a hit on me and Steve pushes him away.
“The fuck? You are acting like a teenager right now, let's talk!” Steve scolds and sigh heavily looking away. Cisco retracts his steps.
“Cisco, my bad okay but you can't get at us when it's not even our fault. You of all should know that we always paid durs when shit flies south—man you made thousands out of us!” I can't tell him
“What happened to the dick of a boy? Caesar, if you all had your shit together?” Cisco asks, he's going feral and we have to hear him out and not act feral.
“Wait, what?” Steve and I ask in unison.
“What Caesar? Is this about Caeser?” I ask again. Every one involves themselves with Cisco for certain things but calling Caesar’s name in the middle of our conversation means something had gone wrong.
“Don’t act like you know nothing, Dayle?” he arches his brows. “Didn't you send Caesar over to me to get turn off the surveillance?” he asks. I'm lost. I don't understand, am I hearing this right? Steve and I gape at each other in utter shock while Cisco scoffs. “You know that I wouldn't have risked it if it weren't for that 3000$ you sent through the guy, you know me!” Cisco looks away.
“I... I don't understand Cis, I'd never ask someone to go to you if it ain't Egan or Steve. You know us!” I tell him and Steve affirms with a nod.
“Didn't you know?” Cisco asks with a perplexed look, but our silence indicated that we had no idea what must have conspired. “Nah man, did you kicking see why I hate dickhead teenagers... They don't think! I'd not have done that shit if it weren't for your name.” Cisco says.
“Bro, you could have called or texted, I fucking swear that I'd have said something.” I explain while Cisco rubs his temples harshly.
“Msn, you know that we don't even roll with Caesar. I mean, we don't cross paths except practice. What's gonna happen now?” Steve asks.
“Do you know hoebadly I wanna kill someone? Do you know? I'm one minute away from losing my job while I got a daughter to feed? Nah!” Cisco says fisting. Steve and I remain expressionless. “I'm fucking suspended until further fucking notice. Look here Dayle, y'all have got to sort this shit out—” Cisco says
“C’mon man, don't put it out on us like that! We didn't do it!” Steve interrupts.
“I'm gonna put it in any fucking way I want.” Cisco yells. I hiss. “The guy told me off and you too, Dayle. You're fucking involved, he said that you sent his ass to me—”
“What?” I almost yell. Stunned.
“See why? It's either you shit that motherfucker or we both lose our stand in this Academy. I get terminated and you have no privileges and all that Harvard shit. I've played my part very well... I never for once mentioned names or pulled out the hidden footage... I scrambled all of them because I know that you wealthy PLAYERZ got your shit together. So... Make that dickhead say something nicer or else, we all go down. That's it. I get to be happy and you graduate and move the fuck on with your lives. In the next 24 hours, let's work it out. Do I have your word?” he asks
“Why not?!” I snap
“We got you!” Steve adds as we head out of the room. This is more terrible than I thought. Caesar would pay.