Chapter 60

***Dayle***

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I pull out my cellphone to text Steve and Egan.
*Let's meet at Foodies ‘n’ I!!!*
*Urgent as fuck!*
I instantly receive a collective ‘OKAY’ from the both of them. It's great to know that none of the is complaining or being skeptical. A text entered before I put down my cell.
*You don't wanna miss my what I got!*
It's from Steve, damn, I long to know what he has in store but we have a critical problem at hand.
*
An hour passes by like cool breeze on a winter evening. I'm sitting in the restaurant helping myself with some hotdogs, suddenly I see Steve walking towards me with a wide grin on his face.
“Aye! You're not eating all of that alone, are you?!” he asks dropping on the seat, he gently places his cellphone and car key on the wide table. I ignore his statement and continue to munch. He hollers at the waitress instantly.
“...I wanna have what he's having... Of course, sweetheart... Thanks!” I hear him interact with her and then he veers to face me. “Pretty round ass, she's hot!” he adds and I almost choke on my hotdogs, I almost crack up.
“Fucking man slut!” I tease and he grins rubbing his hands together in anticipation for his order I guess.
“You’re the bigger one idiot!” he teases back. The waitress returns with his order but his eyes are glued on her. He's sheepishly smiling at her but she's irked.
“Anything else, sir?” she asks with a pitched voice.
“I guess!” Steve snaps with a smirk, her brows furrows questionably. “I'd feel better if we get to talk over coffee or something... Perhaps after your work hours—”
She shows him the ring on her finger before she walks away with a prideful smirk. I crack up immediately, such an epic fail. I tell him. He frowns at me turning to his meal.
“I am never lucky with an older lady!” he says offhandedly.
“I could have said the same but you know me! You remember the year I fucked Ms. Henson??! Fuck! She was on fours...” I remind him as we crack up. I was sexually acquainted to my father’s ex secretary, to this day, he knows nothing. She was later transferred to Ohio and that's how we lost contact. Actually, I deleted her number and she did the same, she was engaged and so we had to call it off. Everything.
“For real man, I hear that there's something about older women’s coochie, bro it's a safe place! 89.9%!” Steve tells me. I understand his pain, he's only one older lady throughout his entire life.
“You wanna make that 95% bro, they were awesome—”
“What happened to now?” he asks, pausing to hear my response. I shrug my shoulders.
“I'm acquainted to someone else. She's more than tremendous!” I tell him, he spaces out to decipher what I meant. I won't take it upon myself to explain to him what I mean, it will be unpleasant to hear. Everything revolves around Chrissy. I'm obsessed with her and I can help it.
“Space out, man!” I tell him and he cringes with a shy smile. “How did it go with Lauren? Did she give you head?” I ask with a teasing smile as I swiftly wipe off my hands against the handkerchief. His grin becomes wider, he stops eating and taking up his cell phone without telling me a word. “Okay... Was that am epic fail too?” I ask with a faint smile now.
He hands me his cellphone to watch whatever he had played.
Holy fuck! I'm staring at Lauren on her fours, naked, her boobs are bouncing as Steve slams her from behind. She's moaning out but I'm unable to hear a thing because of the environment that we are in. I forward the clip past three minutes and now she's giving him head.
“Fuck you Steve, fuck you!” I tell him teasingly as I hand him back the cellphone. “That's HOT!” I add while he smirks.
“Yeah boy, I get whatever I want. Trust me, it took me three weeks to get there, worth it or not?!” he explains and I smile harder. “She is literally CRAVING for my dick as we speak. After now, I'm headed back to meet with her!”
“Badass Stevie!” I cheer him and he proudly rubs his chest swiftly before retirning to his meal. He furthers to tell me about the previous meeting, it took him a series of hard work before he could get Lauren.
Well, I got her easily and I wonder why she had to swing him all around before she agreed to date or even fuck him but it's good to know that they are together. Regardless.
“My bad, I took a while!” someone interrupts, and that's Egan. I almost skipped the fact that he was supposed to join us. He shakes Steve but doesn't shake hands with me. It's fine, I basically don't care.
“So... Why are we here?” Egan asks coolly, just like the way he speaks when he's being sneaky about something. Seriously, it kills me more knowing that we are not cool as we ought to be but it's great to me. I simply give zero fucks since he's refusing to grow the fuck up. Steve clears his throat before wiping his mouth. Steve wants me to calm down no matter what. I can't lie, Egan is being a bitch right now since he's trying to sideline me.
“What did you tell Chriss—”
He doesn't let me finish, but rather he cuts me short.
“It's all about Chrissy now? Don't fucking drag her into this!” Egan flares up without knowing the content of what I'm about to say.
“Shut the fuck for once Egan, what the actual fuck is wrong with you? There's a problem on ground and Dayle wants us to trash the shit down and here you are being a dickhead! Fucking calm down’” Steve scolds
“No Steve, don't fucking talk to me that way or else you're gonna get fucked in the head!” Egan scowls at Steve.
“I have zero time for all these shits of yours Egan, listen to what I have to say with your mind in it!” I warn him as tranquil possible. He looks away pursing his lips. Steve signals me to spill the beans instead of trying to coo Egan into listening.
“Chrissy suspects EGAN about the list...”
“What list?” They both ask me in unison, they stunned just as I was when she raised a question about TICK OFF.
“Yeah! So what the fuck did you tell Chrissy about TICK OFF?” I throw my question at Egan. Now he looks confused and somewhat restless.
“I... I... We were talking about certain things and I accidentally mentioned that phrase to her... I never meant it but trust me, I handled it—” he indignantly explains to us but that's not enough because Chrissy is not going to drop that case. It's alarming. Every smart person would know that something is involved.
“You handled it?” I scoff resting my crossed arms on the table. “You handled nothing. If you fucking handled then why did she gave to ask me about it? You tripped Egan, you tripped. You know how we do stuff, you slipped!” I tell him
“Fuck, I didn't mean... It fucking slipped...”
“Being defensive is not gonna smoothen the situation.” Steve tells Egan, he's displeased too. “If she presses on the matter, we are fucked!!! Really fucked!” Steve adds angrily.
“It could be anyone—” Egan tries to pacify Steve but no way, it is not working.
“Why did you mention it to her in the first place?” I ask him, he's unable to look me in the eyes probably the guilt is submersing.
“What's your problem?” he scowls at me, did he mean to attack me in the first place? I scoff with a smirk.
“My problem?” I turn to Steve motioning with my head, letting him know that I'm leaving. I can't deal with Egan’s madness right now because I'm one step away from getting physical. I want to hit him so bad. Very badly. I beckon at the waitress—the same waitress Steve tried to woo—she takes my card in regards to the payment of what we ordered. I head out of the restaurant.

Striding to the parking space, I hear Steve calling out my name.
“Dayle, fucking hold on!” he adds, I know the he doesn't want this whole thong to escalate and neither do I but it now depends on Egan. If he's able to make Chrissy believe that the TICK OFF doesn't exist then we are safe and if he doesn't, we are doomed. I see Egan with him walking in my direction. I heave a sigh.
“That's not how to do things. Let's talk this over—” Steve opts
“Oh I fucking tried to do so but if he ain't down to talk like an adult, I'm gonna leave and anything that happens is going to be his fucking fault!” I explain, I stop talking to catch my breath. I was beginning to jabber and vent at the same time. Steve hisses out of frustration, running his fingers back and forth on his head.
“Egan, quit being mad over Dayle for whatsoever reason ’cause right now, it's more of trouble to us—to me!” Steve chirps in.
“I didn't mean to tell her shit, it just slipped okay—” Egan is being defensive at the moment and it's provoking me.
“You say it like it's nothing! How did it slip? What was so enormous to the extent that you had to mention like that? What was the discourse about? What led to it? I know Chriss, she's not gonna relax until she knows what's up and it's your fault!” I tell him
“How was that my fault when you were the title of the discourse? Fuck!” Egan says to me almost yelling. I'm on the verge of yelling too.
I scoff, I'm irked by the way he's speaking. “Sje fucking believes that it's the reason why you are unusually infuriated these days! She's concerned about the whole thing! She thinks that its the reason why you and I are just... just A and Z!” I explain. I hate the way I'm sounding, I feel like I'm pathetic right now.
“Wait, is there something that is the cause of YOUR feud that I don't know about because I'm fucking lost!” Steve draws closer to us but we remain still, silent and guilty. Yes, he doesn't know that Egan and I are striving to own Chrissy even if I'm acting as though I’m nothing but a brother to her.
“Someone should fucking answer!” Steve scolds us but neither if us is willing to speak. Steve chuckle out of surprise. “A bunch of loose balls! Dickheads!” he courses and we look away guiltily.
“I wasn't keeping a beef with no one, I'm acknowledging my space.” I blurt out. We were cowards to have remained silent and so I broke the silence and cowardice.
“Likewise!” Egan’s face loosen a bit.
“Look dudes, I got no time to amend the mystery between you two but... but y'all better fix every shit in the next 13 hours do that we can figure this out!” Steve tells us like a father to his sons. And we lightly and unconsciously nod positively, like some to their father. “Great! I'm gonna go now, and y'all should do the same, right?” Steve suggests. “Dayle? To your car! Egan? To your car! Let's go guys.” he shoos us away and we obediently head to our cars without a word. Steve watched us drive away before he does the same simply because he's avoiding a future fight that would lead to embarrassment. I agree with the way he's dealing with things, he's more mature than we are. Ping!!! My phone alerts me, I have a text. I take a swift look at the text that has popped up.
*Who's picking me up? You or Egan?*
It's Chrissy. Of course, I would not let him pick her up.
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