Chapter 58

Dayle
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Did she just try to make me think twice with her words? Hell yeah, she's jealous, at least she knows how it feels to be rejected for someone else. It's utterly *frustrating*. She knows that Molly and I are seeing each other. Hemsville knows. It sucks to reflect on some comments on Insta.
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{@LeonXXX... I don't effing understand, who's playing who??? 😳}
{@Lisa❤... Can these gals let me shoot my shot at Sexgod in peace?? I hate this mash😔}
{OfficialCIA... Am I the only one anticipating a scandal? My best mischievous couple ever🙃}
{Sexybaddie... They are cute SO together! Haters burn in hell! Haha!}
{DLady... Molly is back in blood! Watch her ex pals try to outrun her. I love @Sexgod}

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We are having some snacks on a reserved table where my and friends occupy, I mean Hemsville knows the occupants and so they don't bother or dare to occupy it.
Egan and I aren't talking yet, we are only hanging out because of Steve, because Steve thinks that we are going to ruin ourselves... Oh yeah we will, really soon. It's really fair that Chrissy is directly opposite but it's unfair that she's not beside me but this bitch called Molly is. She's critically obsessed with the fact that we are hanging out together. Her stance in Hemsville has toppled, I know that she's only after the bustling thing, not love.
I did warn Chrissy about this bitch but Chrissy has never listened. Molly used her to get to me, if she didn't befriend Chrissy—she’d never have a way to get to me easily. Not even to the point of having sex. I feel damned whenever I remember that scene but then I didn't have a choice. It would have been easier if I had framed her like the last time but fuck—she used Chrissy as ticket to come around effortlessly.
“I like this mash. Dayle and Molly! Welcome on board bissh!” Lauren says. Fuck, I hate the fact that she's here, we basically fucked a few days ago and here we are here acting like nothing has happened. If Steve finds out, he'd hang me.
“Oh, I never left bissh! It was you who left! You were fucking gullible. As always. Just as I remember.” Molly responds offhandedly pulling a smile. Believe me when I say Molly is just as careless as I am. I like the response. What is Lauren trying to prove anyway? She wrecked and fucked the entire students’ system within a day.
“Girl, chill out!” Chrissy says to Molly and Molly lightly nods.
“Oh yeah, the new—” Lauren attempts to speak again
“Lauren!” Egan and I almost yell at her in Chrissy’s defense. Of course, it was never planned.
“My bad, boys. I didn't mean to say shit!” Lauren says. Chrissy rolls her eyes, I find that as sexy as hell. “Boyfriend and brother on my ass!” she adds playfully. No one's gonna laugh to that. She already lost her prestige long time ago if not for Steve who's madly in love with her. I really wonder why.
“Don’t fucking say shit about her. Again!” I warn, it just slipped out of nowhere.
“Dayle, my fucking bad. Alright!” Lauren says and I just try to focus on the drink in front of me. One thing turns me off right now, what's so special about the juices? I prefer two juices, the first is the alcoholic juice and the second is a woman’s juice. It's the best I've known. Chrissy’s. Damn, my dick isn’t still, it’s twitching here and there. I love the way she feeds her mouth, so cautious and deliberate. I want my dick in there again.
I lift my head to get off that crazy thought—because I won't call it an eery thought—I see Egan cradling Chrissy and then trailing kisses all over her face. Am I supposed to watch the whole of that shit? The others are busy chattering about the test we had. The trickiness involved. I scoff once and Egan stares right back at me, is this a vendetta that I didn't know about? I scoff again.
“Stop being fucking childish!” I rise to leave. Molly asks why I'm leaving already and I just remain silent.
“Careful what you say Dayle, I'm not one to sit back—”
“I'll fucking make that happen!” I tell him
“Guys, the actual fuck? Jeez!” Steve blurts out angrily. I leave the cafeteria to avoid any more dramas, I almost got suspended over the last scene with Egan. Molly comes along, fuck, she's like a leech. How did I not remember this part of her? I'm past the classes area almost approaching the staff area.
“Dayle, wait! Hold on!” Molly calls out
“Dayle please,” that's not Molly’s voice anymore, that's Chrissy’s voice and so that’s the moment I turn around. I'm actually fuming in anger and all I need is to fucking calm down. Her gorgeous eyes permeates my body system.
“Y’all shouldn't be here!” I say to them but they are not backing down at all.
“We were worried, I don't like what's going on with you and Egan—you all have to do better. Honest!” Molly scolds.
“And who gave you the fucking right to—”
“Dayle, please calm down!” Chrissy tells me and I hold up my madness. I look away instead. I can't vent to her however I like. She's not everyone.
“Really Dayle, can't believe you right now! I'm fucking mad!” Molly boils angrily scurrying away. I feel Chrissy’s hand rests on my arm compelling me to face her.
“You have to control yourself sometimes, it's not like I'm in support of the things he's doing but you have to try!” she tells me
“You heard the shit he said to me, you saw the fucking things he was doing—I can't always not say something. He—”
She doesn't let me utter a word but rather she wraps her arms around me. A warmth that I can't compare, it's comfy, homely and comforting. My colliding worlds are calm, it's her power that's overruling without trying hard.
“You can't react or overreact Dayle, do you promise?” she asks and I nod positively like a five year old. “No, I want to hear you say the words to me, promise me!”
“Cross my heart!” I snap with a faint smile, she tucks her hand around my arms—a soft grip as we saunter down the empty hallway.
“We have History class, are you ready?”
“Yes, you're here! Sit next to me!”
“Alright!” she snaps, her smile illuminates the darkness inside me, she's the reason why Egan is safe out there otherwise no way, I don't want to annoy her despite her effort of making me calm.
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I see the shock on their faces, on his face as well. It's plunging deep but not through my skin. Egan. He hates the sight of us, he wants to explode but his choices are rather slim or impossible.
Chrissy is very attentive to the professor, at least that's what I'm seeing but then there is no way she would be close I would not want to do something silly. I turn to the last page of my hard cover note and start to write.
<Your thighs are sexy>
<Your eyes are turning me on>
<I can't focus>
<Show me how to be focused, like you>
I nudge her lightly and I motion with my eyes for her to read through without panicking or moving.
Her eyes shift towards me as she smiles faintly.
“Focus!” she says under her breath.
I start to write again.
<So many things I intend to do to you right now>
<Kiss you>
<Lick you>
<Fuck you>
Her eyes are partly on the things I'm writing, I don't have to make her read them, she instinctively reads them.
She takes my pen and writes back.
<Bad boy, I don't wish to be soiled in class>
Her reply makes me chuckle, the professor stares at me intently.
“Mr. Theodore, is there a problem?” he asks me and everyone turns to me.
“Not at all. I was just asking my SISTER if I could borrow her pen, I lost mine!” I tell him offhandedly because I know that he'd stop at nothing to inquire the reasons.
“Oh! Senior prefect without a pen says a lot!” the man teases as the class breaks into laughs.
“I really wanna fuck you Chrissy, are you wet?” I use the opportunity to tease her and she covers her mouth shyly splitting her gazes between me and the professor.
“That was by the way, shall we proceed? So, the vision that he had..” the professor continues.
“Blah blah blah...” I mutter to myself, I'm bored. History has never been my thing.

An hour and thirty minutes exhausted, I reach for my cellphone. Ken took Chrissy away, yeah, they haven't spoken since the morning time. The first thing I see on the news feed on the blog is a photo me and Chrissy. From the time we stepped into school, to the time we met at the basketball court and then the time we hugged. I'm trying to take in all of these, who secretly took the pictures of the last part? That area was fucking secluded, I'm tied up in my head. Hemsville has got to be kidding my ass.
The comments are nastier.
{.... Why do they look so cute together??? Egan better watch out!}
{... This is the part where I say ‘I wish to be Dayle’s sibling!}
{I just realized that Egan doesn't have to panic cuz they are siblings... Duh}
{Can someone take me back in time and undo the wedding, I wanna fix something! Why are they so cuteeeee????? Sigh!}
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Really? They are right, I'm not the only one seeing the good in this whole situation, others are unknowingly backing me up too. I exit the blog. Insta wouldn't be any different, the comments on there would kill me faster than now.

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After my meeting with the principal and entire committee, the case that involves Caesar and I has been dropped. The dickhead did as he was told and as always, his father solicited on his behalf to at least graduate. He's a bright kid, students in Hemsville are bright but then he just acted out of character. He could have met me one on one to trash the whole thing out rather than taking out a knife on me, that was unwise. I'm impressed with his compliance and so we are good.
One thing hitches my thoughts, the redheaded bitch. She's bent on taking down the students that are involved bribery. That's an epic fail for her if she presses on the matter, only if my team put their kitties and balls in the right places, nothing will guarantee her efforts.
“I'll see you tomorrow, Lauren and I have got tonight to fix things!” Steve tells me as we stroll out of the building. We crack up. I'm not jealous, it's his turn to eat from the pot of honey.
“Pop a viagra and tell me all about it! Record it if you can!” I tell him and he nudges my arm playfully before we depart. I text Chrissy at once.
*Are you done?*
In not less than a minute, she replies back.
*Just a second!*
I lean on the car, Jess sends me a DM, she wants to meet, I can't oblige to that. We didn't really get down to business that much but we got acquainted. There you have Molly, she's fucking mad and expects me to reply to her stupid text.
*I deserve an apology for being nice to you!*
Does that sound reasonable? No way. I'll deal with that later but for now, I'm spiraling around Chrissy.
I see Chrissy coming forth but she's not alone, Egan is beside her. They are arguing over something. I have to be the cause of the argument if not a part of it, it would sound impossible if I'm not.
“Chrissy, are you okay?” I ask, a grimace settles in.
“Stay the fuck out of this!” Egan scowls at me too.