Chapter 45

Dayle

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I saw it. I saw everything. She fucking kissed Egan, and did he want to fuck her on the bleachers or what? He almost did. I shouldn't have bothered looking for him after all, it was just that Principal Morgan needed our attention. ASAP. I'm jealous, it should have been me—i want to be the one holding and kissing Chrissy.
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Molly keeps buzzing my cell, she wants to talk as always and that bitch is getting on my balls badly. Two choices; it's either I make her Girl president or she leaks the video.
“Hi, Dayle!” Amber hollers at me with a flirty smile swinging the key to her sport car from finger to finger, as well as making spirals in the air. She aviate her shades.
“Amber Hart!” I turn to her slowly, and for once my face switches into a friendly sly one. I want to fuck—that’s her compensation for being to hard for on no basis.
“Is it true, what I hear? Chrissy Horton is now your—” she starts. I know where this is driving at, I don't want to accept it, myself.
“Cut!” I snap. “I thought that you'd ask something like ‘when do you wanna eat that coochie... I'm down’ and not THAT. Is that necessary, you matter right now.”
She scoffs rubbing her neck lightly, I know that she wants what I want. Honestly, I feel angry for doing all these things, it's not real—my true emotions are the first stone laid on Chrissy. I do all these things to get myself distracted.
“Kinky!” she purrs out
“Plus that!” I add
“Okay Dayle, thought that I should congratulate you—for your Dad and of course, your new sibling!” she says. What is wrong with this girl, can she stop mentioning that? Literally, I don't see Chrissy as my family, she's the girl I LOVE.
“Thanks!” I turn away coldly, I need to spell out that I don't need those compliments even if they are not harmful. I automate the locks to unlock, she clears her throat.
“Meet me at 6! No excuses!” she purrs out hotly and I swerve to face her, did I hear that correctly. I receive a notification from her, sharing the address. I take an instant peep. “Will I see you there?”
“I don't pretend. You sure will!” I tell her with a proud grin, she leans forwards and kisses my cheek before she walks over to her car; I practically watch her zoom off. Great. I needed that break too.
I enter messages to text my friends.
*Getting things done before 6!*
I enter my car and also drive off, Chrissy was driven by the chauffeur; good for her.

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After an hour of resting, Dom informs me about Uncle Festo; who intends to leave by tomorrow, that's a miracle. Good thing. Dom and I correlate on this path, we want him gone as soon as possible. I head to the kitchen only dressed in a grey sweatpants, my upper body is shirtless. I see Chrissy working on her notes, perhaps. How could I forget, she's a geek, she loves to study? My eyes dart several shots on her bare thighs; they are desirous. She's wearing a white top and short, swaying her head to Taylor Swift's playlist. She sings along too. Seeing Chrissy stimulates me all the time, she's very pretty and focused. I wish that she'd stop not seeing me and just talk to me. She takes off her eyes every time I get a hold of them.
I ignore her and walk towards the stairway, she calls outs my name. Great, its better not to pretend.
“Dayle?” she calls out again and this time, she us walking towards me. I turn to her and I meet her briefs of her bubbly boobies, she doesn't realize that my attention is diverted. “Er... I thought that we could talk for a bit—”
“Literally everyone wants to talk, so... Go ahead!” I snap, she isn't impressed.
“Well, I'm not everyone Dayle.” she retorts.
“I was heading up before you stopped me, remember?” I ask and her little anger quenches, she tucks are pretty hair behind her ear; crossing her arms. For this act, her breasts clasp into a perfect cup size—i just wanna feed on them like a devotion.
“I just wanted to know if you're okay because you've cold towards me—you’ve always been but... Are-are you mad at me? You didn't look great today, at school! Just concerned nothing more!” she stops
“Nothing more?” I scoff. “I'm not mad, I’m-I’m totally fine. It's what you requested yesterday, I'm trying to respect it. Isn't that enough?” I almost raise my voice, I'm suddenly pissed.
“I know...” she groans in distress
“Alright. Th-thanks for checking up. On me! Sister!” I add running up on the stairs, if I stay a bit longer talking to her; then I'd eventually kiss her and hence, it would be uncontrollable.

It doesn't take up to an hour, I get dressed to meet Egan and Steve, we agreed on meeting. The thing is, Caeser needs to be dealt with and secondly, we need his ass to tell nothing but the truth. He's only on probationary period... Dad dropped the case but it isn't over on my ends; something needs to be done. Steve had arranged with Cindy and Shauna to hang with him and we'd take it from there, it's payback time. We just have to talk and see where things go. About Cindy and Shauna, they'd compensate me with a threesome. I'm not selfish, am I? No way, either way my dick has to get served—i know these freaky babies, they'd do it without stressing over a muscle.
My phone vibrates, a text. I take it up and enter it. It's Molly. She's on my fucking dick all the fucking time.
*D, we have a bunch to trash out 2moro!*
*Kisses!*
Really? I'm not prepared for this.
Lastly, there's a knock on the door and I lazily scream a ‘What?’
“It's Chriss!” I hear her scream behind the door, I skipped a beat. I didn't expect that. She steps into the room before I decide my next action, like, I am just clueless.
“I can see you're about to leave.” she says crossing her arms.
“Shouldn't I? Or did Dad ask you to watch me now—” I offhandedly tell her while spraying some perfume.
“Drop it!” she snaps coldly. “I'm gonna be left alone and I'm gonna be bored!” she adds
“Read or do something like spending your day in the Study of fucking do something Chriss...” I tell her again, she doesn't seem to care.
“Rude!”
“Or maybe you can call up Egan to kiss or fuck you or something...” I stop talking after realizing that I said too much. It had been on my mind the entire time... Fuck me! I rub my face downward while she stares at me. She's trying to decipher what I had just said.
“Wait? Is this about Egan? What is wrong with you? Did you have to say that you me? That's not fair, it's disrespectful Dayle. I never ever question the things you with others and now... Fuck you! Let's just pretend I never came in!” she walks to the door.
“Ch-Chriss?” I call out but she shuts the door to my face. I fucked up. I shouldn't have said that, I keep ruining my association with Chrissy.
I grab my cellphone and wallet, heading out angrily.

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“Coffee Shop. Five minutes drive!” Steve says through the phone, we connected a conference call. He shared the location and so I start driving in that path. I can't think straight, I'm overtly upset with my fucking self, did I have to tell Chrissy that shit? Like she was Molly or whoever? All she tried to do was check up on me and nothing else. She was concerned. Maybe I wasn't used to the fact where someone would do that but does it justify it?
I finally arrive and park on the parking space, and then I see a rear of Egan and Steve’s car driving in. I step out of the car taking along a flask of whisky, I take a sip and lean on my car.
They meet me on the spot, after doing the usual, Steve texts the girls that we are waiting outside. I sight them through the glass, rounding up the conversation since they are on their feet exchanging hugs.
For the first time, in days, my eyes land on that dick of a guy.
The girls are out, Egan and Steve obstruct Caesar's passage while Cindy and Shauna stop at me.
“I got this pretty place, are y'all down?” I ask
“Are we down?” Shauna asks Cindy with a smirk and Cindy nods a yes. “We are, Dayle, see you there!”
They head away to a black car before zooming off. I bet Caesar just realised that he had been two-timed. Betrayed.

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I walk over to them, they are standing a few inches away from the Shop’s building. He tries to run off but Egan puts his foot and the guy fumbles to the ground. Steve jerks him up by the collar and advises that he stays cool.
“Don’t attract a soul!” Steve adds
“What do you want?” Caesar asks confidently, I wish that I could mask his face horribly but die to the public area, I can't, we can't.
“After what you fucking did to Dayle, you don't wanna ask that!” Steve says with an attempt to punch him but Egan stops him.
“Well, my guys and I ain't taking forever to explain things to you.” Egan chirps in.
“What do you mean?” Caesar asks, his eyes are splitting gazes; he's confused and frightened.
“I heard the shit you told the committee—that’s smart. I mean, that's what every dickhead would say to protect zero balls. Now, you back to the same committee and let them know that I–we got nothing to do with you! I don't care how you'd do, just get the fucking thing done!” I tell him, I'm one step away from hitting his face. Honest.
“They... I don't have no fucking access. I'm suspended, remember?” he jabbers, I know that he's mind is racing.
“That's not our problem, is it? Tell that redhead everything... and yeah, you've got to keep Cisco out of things or else the ex-con is gonna find you. I mean, he's paranoid!” I add and we mockingly laugh except him.
“In the 24 hours!” Egan adds as we start walk away but the he screams, asking
“And if I don't?”
I move closer to him, grimacing.
“Just don't do it if you wanna try me, Caesar! Just don't do it if you don't wanna live! It's easy!