Chapter 57

Chrissy
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“You never called or texted me last night? What happened?” Egan asks me with a frown.
“Uhm... Careful with that dumbass attitude that you're using on my friend!”
“Elle!” I call out, I know that I'm at fault but she's also right.
“What?!” she scowls. “I'll be inside!” she says walking off pissed at me.
“Really? I'm the villain now?” he says attempting to walk away but I grab his arm. “That's what it seems like, you have to erase that notion. You did wrong, didn’t ya?” he asks and I purse my lips. “I'm sorry! I'm just... I'm crazy right here—I feel fucked every second knowing that I haven't spoken to you or received your feedback! I'm fucked up, Chrissy. I'm literally obsessed—”
“I slept off last night. Remember the cramps, it never ceased until... 3 to 4 am; that's when I got to sleep sound and it was too late to call you! Fuck, I could've texted—I’m so sorry baby. I made you worry” I tell him. 99% lies, if not 100%.
“Come here my love,” I sink in his arms as they embrace me tightly. I fucking messed up. “I understand! I get mad when I'm worried about you, I'm really sorry baby.” he adds before we pull away.
“I got some chocolates chips and smoothies, thought that you'd want some!”
“Of course babe, I want some!”
“As soon as your class is over, I'll swing by. I love you baby, don't ever forget that!”
“Me too, babe!”
We share a kiss and a hug before he whisks away to meet Jamil and Terry, definitely not Steve or Egan. Why? I return to the class and see Molly and Ellen chatting, I join them.
“Girls, are y'all turning up for Amber’s party? I have this gucci trikini on my mind—” Molly says rolling her eyes stylishly but Ellen cuts short.
“I'm stuck somewhere between Versace and—”
“I'm basically stuck nowhere! I don't even know what my plans are but I'm sure gonna turn up!” I add and they crack up. I know why. I'm trying to fit into this new life of trends and fashion, they suck. I had to go extra today because I had to prove these girls wrong and I just wanted to Dayle to see me too, like I could be super hot. Does he even thinks I'm hot? I mean Egan tells me that I am but Dayle, does he think that I am effing hot? It matters to me.
“Don’t worry, Ellen and I would sort your pretty ass out.” Molly says sweetly with a slight nudge on my arm.
“And yes, why was Egan pulling that shitty face at you? He has no right to treat you like garbage...” Ellen starts to scold me
“Did he?” Molly frowns at what she's hearing.
“Cool down girls, I was the one at fault but trust me, I didn't make it seem that way. He was only worried. We are totally fine!”
“Well, that's good too hear otherwise...” Ellen adds and we nudge her arms to keep still.
“Before I post up or you hear some ragtag rumors about me, I have something to announce!” Molly starts with a deep blush, and we coax her into talking. She clear her throat first but then there's something about her blush. “Dayle and I are seeing each other! We are a couple! Officially!” she squeaks excitedly
“You mean official again again?” Ellen exclaims with a shock, I'm left aghast too.
“That's right! We are back again!” Molly adds and we start getting excited about the news but deep down, I'm not excited one bit.
This is the point where I say, I'm heartbroken. I mean, what is this supposed to me. One minute he professes and promises you heaven and earth and the next minute something despicable breaks outs? Why do I keep falling for his shitty lies?
“I'm so excited... for you! True Love never dies!” Ellen says to her, she's excited for her. I don't know what I feel, it doesn't make sense to me.
“Indeed!” I add with a forced smile. We do a group hug and there, taking pictures and tagging stuffs like #relationshipgoals, #love&roses, #trueloveneverdies #besties and so on. We hit POST at the same time.
Really? It's all a facade to me.
I'm not even excited, I'm just pretending to love the idea. It's not her fault, it's his fault. He's a liar. After a steamy love making last night, is it fair to wake up to a freaking heartbreak? He made me feel loved and wanted, he made feel satisfied, but why did this surface. Now I understand what the girls he's slept with go through, it's derailing. That's the characteristics of a certified play boy. Great work Dayle, awesome. I flush these thoughts with a fake smile.
“What are we celebrating tonight again?” I ask as a sort of distraction, personally.
“True love, baby!” Ellen yells a bit and we crack up. Good work Dayle, awesome. Again. She starts to narrate the whole apple pie thing and how they got into a hard fuck situation. She didn't even know that I was there, I didn't tell her. She's very carefree, she would just ask if I liked the scene and how attractive was it or how I felt but not shrieking in shame. I'll be the one who'd be disappointed and embarrassed in the end.
“Hi, Chriss!” I hear someone holler at me and so I look around. It's Amber and her groupies.
“Oh hi, Amber!” I say to her confidently with a suspicious stare. Ellen and Molly are waiting for the slightest mishap to act upon.
“Molly. Elle.” Amber hollers at them slightly waving her link painted nails and they holler right back, sarcastically. Sarcasm owns 97% of the air we are breathing right now. I know it's crazy. “My party is on Sat, don't forget. Wanna see my hotties there!” she adds with a sweet tone. “I mean, it will be good to reestablish our friendship and engagement. Molly, you get it right?” she says. They are staring at each other like rivals and so I chip in, I hate dramas.
“Sure!” I snap. “We'll be there!
“So sweet of you, Chriss! It's an X party, y'all are first hand! Bye!” she says and walks away to the other girls in the frolic.
“Whether or not she invites us, we are still going to turn up!” Molly teases and we crack up. There's been a lot of changes in the previous weeks but it's the best; I'm respected and looked at with humor—not like before. The one time that Dayle decided not to call me Chris-Shit stood, no one actually called me that again. That's a slice of influence that Dayle has in this Academy. He isn't joked with.

*
We have written a few tests and we are heading to basketball court to watch the guys play. Ellen has gone off to watch Max too, we are all cool with the splitting idea. I don't know how I'm going to act but I have to get used to it, I want to believe that Dayle loves me better than he loves her. Although it keeps me wondering why he has decided to date her, I have a strong feeling that something fishy is involved. I don't mean to judge their relationship but it's not based on love, it's either a deal or payback or something. Not love. I'm splitting my gaze between Dayle and Egan, they both know that we are here. The boys are hot and sexy even if they are decorated with the beads of sweat.
Like Dayle, he's really sweaty which drives me back to last night —that’s exactly how he was. Sizzling. Hot. I just want to kiss his lips, I watch him rub his face backwards. Damn! He's fucking turning me on, I'm getting wet on the spot.
It's not like Egan is out of context, no, but we didn't share what Dayle and I shared last night. I love my boyfriend but I love my crush more.
Dayle grabs the ball to take the last jump shot but then, Egan reverts it, he jumps only to push the ball away from scoring. Although it is a practice but it doesn't sit well with me. They are arguing hard, Steve pushes them away to take the jump shot instead.
“Take five boys!” the coach blows the whistle. Good thing that he interrupted them foreseeing the ugly turn of events. He calls them to order with a concise warning before the team spreads up while the coach leaves the court area entirely. Egan walks up to me. Molly runs to Dayle in the center, Dayle is not concentrating on her but then we are stylishly gazing at each other.
“I miss you, baby!” Egan says to me as we share a kiss, he's making it deep and sensational; with his hands around my waist. Wrapping me in.
Dayle is staring at us and when Molly tries to capture what he's looking at, he engulfs her lips with a deep kiss too, squeezing her butt cheeks. He knows that I seeing that part. I'm suddenly jealous that hurt over it. I mean, I haven't gotten over the fact that they are now official. Molly seems very excited and in love but he's not. He's playing by the rule. I know. I tell myself that he doesn't love her that much.
“You played awesomely honey, when do I get to book a private session with my baby?” I ask him, I flirt with him to get my mind off Dayle. Egan squeezes my butts cheeks before answering.
“Anytime you deem fit, my love! I'm gonna make you learn so fast that you'd leap for an NBA! What do you say?” he asks. I love the tease in his tone, it's cute and poisonous at the same time. Sweet Egan but there you have Dayle smiling with Molly. I'm paranoid. He's making her laugh so much. I jump on Egan as he holds me firmly by the hips.
“Kiss me, darling!” I tell him and he gives me that impressed look and smirk.
“I can eat you out if you want!” he adds before kissing my lips, I know that Dayle has caught a glimpse. Yes, that's what I want. “You are hot baby, you are constantly turning me on! Don't let me fuck you right here!” Egan says and I laugh. He's right. He puts me down gently, I follow him to grab some water. Steve meets us but he's with... Wait a minute, Lauren? Oh. That's new. She's calm as a dove but then I don't trust her. Dayle approaches with Molly, they look so in love and it kills me. Is it a game or not?
“Let's grab lunch guys, I'm starving!” Steve says.
“Hey, Chriss?!” Dayle calls out calmly, I fumble anytime I hear his voice—it travels down to my spine, but he's looking undisturbed.
“Hey. Dayle! Always hard with the ball!” I say to him sipping from the bottle of water I collected from Egan. I tease him on purpose and he knows what I mean. I doubt it if they understand, perhaps they'd assume it's a sibling way of talking. Perhaps.