Chapter 44

Chrissy
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This is all Molly’s idea nevertheless I don’t want to do this but I have to. I'm very nervous, not that I'm concerned over the boys’ reaction but because of Dayle. He hadn' spoken to me since last night when we returned from the long drive that ultimately took a different turn. My intention is to not next to Steve at least. Weird? Right! I'm mad at Dayle and Egan that's why but as it stands, Molly had sat next to Dayle before I could decide whether or not and so, I respectfully sit next to Egan.
“Hey guys!” Molly hollers at the boys, smiling.
Steve moves away to answer a call after he shortly waves at me. That's new but I'm thankful for the niceness.
“Babe!” Egan hollers at me calmly but skeptically while I let out a faint smile. Molly wraps her hand around Dayle’s but he's not smiling or comfortable to it, in fact, he is pissed and upset. I know Dayle, I can see the irritation in his eyes. Dayle stares at me questionably and I give him that ‘it’s-not-my-fault’ look. I know that sooner or later, he'd ask a series of questions about me and Molly.
Egan wraps an arm around me whether it not I liked it, I'm pissed at him for no reason. The truth is, I'm bothered that Dayle doesn't want to talk to me. I mean, he drove alone—simply because I was there and it fucking sucks. I'm not expecting our first at school together to be heavenly but it's too much knowing fully that he is irritated by me. Egan leans in and places a kiss on my forehead, he's trying extremely hard to get my attention centered back to him but I'm pouting here and there. No good reason like I mentioned earlier.
“What are you doing here?” Dayle finally asks her and she shrugs her shoulders. Undisturbed.
“Come on, what's wrong? I used to be with you all...” she nonchalantly fire back at him.
“‘Used to’, that's the difference bitch, take your freaking hands off of me!” Dayle flares up at once. He's splitting his stares, a part of it is on me and the other is on Molly, what is this about? I swear on my everything that I'm pained that we can't be, it's a reality that I have to deal with and accept. Fuck! I'm trying to focus on my relationship with Egan Montez.
“Dude!” Egan signals with his eyes but Dayle is defiant at the moment. “Chill!” he says to him under his breath. Dayle understands and he punches the table and rubs his forehead. I don't know why but Dayle is frustrated about something, I hate to see him this way; it drags me down. Every fucking time.
“...Dayle, I'm sorry! Can we just talk? I just wanna... talk?” Molly says to him calmly.
“Fuck you, fuck what you wanna say. None of your shit matters to me... We are so done, didn't you know?! Fuck!” Dayle tells her again and she places a hand on her forehead, flat. She's pissed as well. My eyes are on them—on him, we are constantly staring at each other for some reasons, I can't fight the feeling and urge to know why he's overreacting.
“Babe, I wanna talk to you...” Egan whispers into my ear softly and it snaps me out of my thought.
“You can... Do it right here!” I snap.
“Please! C’mon—” he adds giving me a swift kiss on the lips but before it cuts, Dayle lets out instantly. Paranoid.
“Fuck!”
It almost startles Egan and I, why did he do that? Molly starts pleading with him to keep calm and my eyes tell him the same.
“Dude! You got this, don't you?” Egan tells him and he nods positively. “Great!”
Egan motions with his head for all of us to leave since we are—he is beginning to capture the attention of other students. A lot had been going on, there is too much for the senior students to handle right now. Cisco... The comebacks and all...
The four of us step out of the cafeteria and split, Dayle and Molly go left and Egan and I go right. Presently, I look back only to find out that Dayle is also peeking at me too. Dammit. I look away. Egan asks if I'm okay and I nod a yes. He embraces me as we walk down the hallway, he hollers at few friends of his along the way—many think that we are a perfect match. Made by the heavens. I believe that too but my dirty little secret is that I badly want to fuck my stepbrother—it’s been my illusion since before I knew that we’d become step-siblings.
Egan and I head to soccer field, little did I know that Ken and Max would be there—discussing with the other teammates. Ken and Max walk up to us, they exchange friendly handshakes with Egan. Max and I shake hands awkwardly, it's a more like there was an electrifying shock between us—no connection. Not even a friendly vibe is there. Egan, again, embraces me like I'm about to get lost. I love it for the moment, its safe to say that Max is learning a thing or two, I didn't lose.
“I see!” Max mutters under his breath, I heard it very clearly.
“C’mon honey, what's on with you? I better see you at Chem, yeah?” Ken years me and of course, I can't do without him.
“Yes darling, always. You brought those with ya?” I ask. He knows what I'm referring to, it's chocolate chips.
“Your daddy got you covered!” Ken teases, he gives me a light rub on the arm before leaving. “Aye, look after my baby!” he adds redirecting his statement at Egan, jokingly. Ken is just 50% kidding and 50% not kidding. Either way, the message is passed.
“We are past that, man!” Egan snaps light heartedly. “Did she ever come home to you crying? I guess that's a no! I know what it means to keep her! She's gold!” he adds. Now here's the thing, I know that Egan was saying that to Max indirectly, no doubt. Everyone in Hemsville High School knows about our underground relationship —such a shame. Max felt it, he felt ashamed since he excused himself with a depressing frown.
“Alright Demon, did you just dig out some fossils? Don't do that again; he's sweet! Regardless.” Ken says nonchalantly and Egan lets out a sneaky smile.
“Did what I should! No offense.” he snaps.
“Fuck man, I better go now. Love you Chriss!” Ken whisks away running to Max while Egan and I sit on the bleachers.
The atmosphere is clear and peaceful, I tuck my hair behind my ear, i catch him staring at him. Closely.
“I'm sorry if THAT got you upset, I couldn't help it. He messed up.” Egan starts
“Yeah but it shouldn't be a constant reminder! Seeing us together is enough torture, don’t you think?” I ask him and he remains silent. He is not agreeing and do I let things be. There's no point making an effort to act like Max wasn't wrong the whole time.
“I'm also sorry about earlier, I had to talk with Dayle and Steve—fucking urgent and...” he starts explaining asy lips part to speak but he doesn't let me. “...and, I should have told you first but I didn't. I messed too. I'm sorry, my friends shouldn't come first right?”
“That's your answer to give, your thoughts to justify.” I snap and he gives a faint smile.
“Chrissy, what's the matter?” he asks seriously and I nod negatively. “Am I fucking you up somehow?” he asks again.
“Never.”
“I'm sorry, okay!” he adds, Luke he's frustrated. He rakes his hair backwards. “I just got a lot to handle, I'll create more time for us, I'll make sure of that!” he says. I'm not doing right, I should not take out the wrong things on him.
“Egan, I'm sorry for all that shit. I just... I just missed—”
He doesn't let me complete my sentence, he consumes my lips like fire. Like a male in heat, it's sensational and titillating. He cups my face into his hands and we grow, it's getting intense. I can't lie, I'm getting turned on by every touch, its more like if I can't have Dayle, my emotions can use Egan as substitute for the time being.
Our kiss breaks, reconsidering the fact that we are still out in public, it's not advisable to go that far since his hand had began to slide under my plaited skirt.
“Do you know how much I can’t stop thinking about you Chrissy? Do you?” he asks me calmly, his voice is almost shaking. “I feel like I'm losing you—promise me that you are not leaving me... I'm gonna die!” he adds. These words sink down into my heart, every word, why is he thinking this way after all? Did he foresee something? Nay. I doubt. I love him too but there are just some things that I can't explain.
“I won't leave you Egan, I love you okay?!” I kiss him again and he smiles caressing my arms.
“Let's head to Chem!” he says as we run off together.
Was I honest or did just means myself up again?