Chapter 50

Chrissy

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Still trying to digest and comprehend Steve’s request, I forcefully walk into the court. I see Egan from a distance in his varsity jacket, sitting on the bleachers with his own head facing the earth and his fingers interlaced. It's really weird to see that the famous trio aren't together, everyone knows that there's an old existing fund, and now Steve me to be the mediator over something I know nothing about? This is crazy.
I sit next to Egan, but he acts like I don't exist. Normally, he'd shower me with his heavenly smiles and kisses but here we are...
“Here we are!” he stops without going further. I notice that he has a cut on his lower lip, it is not that serious. Thank Heavens.
“Egan I'm so sorry—” I start telling him, I mean it but he cuts me off.
“So sorry? For what? You just... DECIDED to ditch over and over again, I was a total her to think that you were harmed or even uneasy. You could have just told me that... Dayle kept you safe and I wouldn't have to hit him or something...” he explains almost yelling.
“I was... I was gonna text you—”
“But you couldn't do it because you were with Dayle. What's with Dayle anyway? Every fucking person out there knows that we are seeing each other, your parents and mine are happy about us and so what's with Dayle? Why is he all over you?” he asks and I'm more dazed, lacking the right words to respond to him.
“Babe...”
“No Chriss, tell me the fucking truth because that's all I care about. Did he kiss you?” he asks. I need to be under the ground like 8 feet away, I can't stand all these suspicious questions from everyone I literally know. “Chrissy, did he kiss you?”
“Why are you asking me that? Don't you trust me?” I ask him.
“I trust you more than you fucking know, I just want to know if he forced himself on you—”
“This is crazy. It's so crazy Egan, don't you trust him with me? He is my brother—” I know that I sound funny, deep down I don't see him as my brother. Egan scoffs
“We both know that Dayle sees you beyond that...” he says and I am shocked, I didn't realize that Egan had figured out. I bypassed the fact that he's very observant. “I know that he has eyes on you... I see the way he looks at you, I saw his reaction on the day of the wedding... We used to tick off—” he sighs out like he didn't mean to what he already mentioned. “Fuck! I'm sorry, I'm overthinking shit—” he says in a more cold manner.
“Tick off what exactly?” I ask, I'm sure that I heard him very clearly, but with the looking his eyes; it feels like he said too much or didn't mean to say that. He takes my hand into his places a kiss on my knuckles.
“You know that I love you very much, I didn't think that I'd fall in love with you this much and now I can't bear it seeing you with someone... I should have made yesterday the best day of your life but look... Gayle interfered and now we are fucked up... I only thought that he hurt you last night, and maybe was the reason you didn'tea to respond to me. I lost my mind!” he stops, he looks frustrated.
“I'm sorry not replying too, I was very... mad over what he did! I had to sleep on it! I'm sorry, babe!” Lie. Dayle made me orgasm before Dom arrived, in fact I was the co-pilot of the lustful plane. I hate to lie to Egan but I can't even press on the matter any more because I am also at fault. It should just die. Like Steve inquired. We share a deep sensational kiss, and for the first time since I arrived, he graces me with a smile. I rest my head on his shoulder, he pulls me to offer his solace. We both have a lot rug ing through our minds... I know that he shut me off when I asked about the TICK OFF, and I also shut him off when he asked about last night with Dayle, in fact I made him think that Dayle and I are just the siblings that we ought to be. Big lie! We are not honest.
“Are you going to be engaged by evening?” he asks coldly, I miss his calm.
“Not really, I have nothing at all. I would study for History before bed...”
“Or maybe after we eat out, we should study at your place. Cool? Like I'm trying to avoid Dayle taking you away and Dom the big guy having to alert the cops that you are missing. I can't bear Mr. O’s wrath!” he teased but he's telling the truth, we only crack up. I'm now concerned about Dayle, I want to know if he's doing just fine. I haven't seen him.
Egan suggests that we leave the court and head out to watch the soccer match, Ken are Max are going to be participating as well. While strutting, I raise a question.
“Am I really the cause of your fight?”
He takes a second or two to reply back. “Not at all, it's just that you were involved...”
“What exactly am I being involved for?” I ask
“Baby, just drop it okay? It's not really important. It's an old agreement that we had and... Just dont bother, Dayle and I brothers for life. We are fine!” he says. I don't know why but I'm not comfortable over certain things, it feels like there's more to everything he has just said. And right now, I'm trying g to merge the pieces here and there. Like for instance, Steve opted that I shouldn't breakup with Egan and shouldn't ignore Dayle, now, why would he come up with such a delirious request? Secondly, Egan offhandedly mentioned something that has to do with ticking off, there is no way I would believe that it didn't mean something. Thirdly, Egan mention something that has to do with an agreement—what sort of agreement is that? Fourth, what is up with Molly and Dayle, what's even her problem? What are they hiding? I feel like she's threatening him. Earlier, on our way to school, Dayle received a text from Molly. I didn't see the content of the message but I did see her name pop up, he didn't even read through but rather he tucked the cell away and I respectfully looked away too.
What am I missing? All these are beginning to add up slowly, but that's my fear. The truth.
“Are you okay?” Egan asks, I spaced out in minutes and I'm back to reality.
“Sure baby, I'm perfect!” I force a smile wrapping my hand around his arm, he smiles back and continues to cheer our school’s team, alongside the others. Some friends of Egan, I know them, they're in the same basketball team with the boy trio, Playerz.
Ever since I started hanging out with Egan, I have virtually access to almost every trend or secret place in Hemsville. It is used to me available to only perfects and rich popular kids but now I'm just someone those rich boys and girls want to hang out with me. Like yesterday, Amber, yes Amber, DMed me via Insta, to attend a girl pool party that she's organizing since she's now girl president. (It's tradition) Basically every rich girl will attend and so I have to attend. I mean, I'm a girlfriend to one of the most famous boys in school. Plus, I am not a part of the Theodore’s, Dayle’s stepsister which is another booster. Molly and Ellen are coming with me, I don't be alone after all. Besides, it's only for fun. I heard some rumors that Lauren might turn up after her lengthy days of her suspension, she’d be back, I can't wait witness any drama if there'd be one.
It's not my fault that I'm anticipating something like that but, that girl is trouble and worse off, she doesn't pal with Amber that much and now, how would she take it knowing that Amber owns her spot? Hmm?
A text comes in, it's from Dom, it's time to leave but then he's asking if Dayle is with me.
*No sir, he's not. I'll be there!*
I text back instantly and nudge Egan.
“Babe, I have to go. Dom is here already!”
“Fuck! I thought I was gonna take you home, sweetheart?” he says pulling a disappointed face.
“It's Dom you know, maybe there's an emergency!” I tell him. We exchange a swift kiss, he promises to drop by evening—for our date.
He follows me to the parking space where Dom is waiting, honestly, I don't understand why Dom is always coming me, it's fantastic but I can't say that I'm used to having people follow me where ever I go.
Egan hollers at Dom before we exchange hugs and then he heads off, back to the soccer field.
“Get in the car Chriss, he'll take you home. Dayle and I will come afterward!” Dom sternly tells me and I do not argue or counter, I do as I'm told. “Just in case you need to get something on the way, let him know!” he adds
“Sure, thanks!”
I enter the car, the chauffeur automates the backseat glasses to wind up, catch a fraction of Dayle walking in the direction of Dom, his varsity jacket and backpack are in both hands, he looks orderly except for his face—he’s utterly mad at God knows who?!
Our eyes lock until the glasses is completely wounded up, we both look away and the rolls away in a steady speed.