Chapter 64

***Chrissy***

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Dayle comes forth majestically, he looks undisturbed making it hard for me to decipher whether or not he's angry or jealous. I feel like a bitch. Loving two guys, best friends, almost like brothers. I can't even decide who I want to keep, I want them both. I don't want to lose either of them, I won't be able to live with it.
“Love... birds! Can we have lunch now?!” Dayle says to us with a smile. “I wanna steal your boyfriend for a minute, what do you say Chrissy?” Dayle asks me. My mind is racing nonstop. What is wrong with this guy? Is this whole pretend shit affecting him or not?
“Why not? It's a very great idea! To have my boyfriend eat lunch with us! Siblings!” I add, I'll play his card if that is what he's brutally asking. He grimaces and starts to walk away. Egan stares blankly at me and I smile instantly.
“Okay baby, that wasn't necessary. He was trying to be nice!” Egan points out eotha faint smile but I scoff. Didn't he know that Dayle was putting up a show or have they places their differences aside? It seemed like that.
“Oh really, was I wrong to say that? I'll take correction henceforth.” I tell him swiftly rubbing his chest. Egan smiles at me before he steals a kiss which causes me to chuckle while we head out.
I ask him about their relationship and he affirms that everything is back to normal and is in order, plus, I shouldn't worry. I'll take him by his words only if they don't fucking let their guards down. That shit frustrates me.

Dayle is already seated by the table, eating. He refuses to stare at me even while we start eating.
“I didn't know that Lauren would publicly ask Steve on a date? I thought he was just UNDERCOVER!” Dayle stirs up and Egan chuckles before he stuff his mouth. He chews and swallows before responding.
“Me too! She's that serious about him now. Such a love story that kinda exists!”
Dayle laughs sarcastically.
“Yeah! It exists. You proved it.” Dayle snaps
“Fuck you bro, stop being shady!” Egan tease but my brother laughs the more. Fucking annoying, what is his stance anyways?
“You did it with Chriss! When you asked her to be your girlfriend and then the movies too!” Dayle explains. Freaking handsome demon, how could he bring that up right now? Egan laughs almost choking on his smoothie.
“You saw that?”
“I'm Dayle, I know anything I want!”
“Easy man, I know that love is in that throat but don't choke again!” Dayle teases Egan while he patted him on the shoulder but his eyes finally lands on me. I'm sure he's inspecting my expression. He won't get what he's looking for.
“That was the best day in Hemsville!” Egan proudly adds before Dayle looks away to face his friend.
“I see! Obviously!” Dayle snaps.
“And you Dayle, do you have a best day in Hemsville. I'm sure you have several!” I interrupt. Enough of his sarcasm.
“You are interested huh?” Dayke asks as his simple fades slowly. I nod a yes. “It was days ago. When Molly and I decided to date. Again. That night was filled with stars. I. Loved. Every. Bit. Of it.” he adds a fulfilling smile to his statement.
“I see!” I add. I remember that day, that was when we had our first sex. I'm cold and I regret the moment I asked such a question.
“How come you never told us dude, are you kidding me? So you recently had a best day? Fuck, player!” Egan offhandedly says.
“Not anymore man, I don't play games anymore. Do you want my sister to think bad of me now?! Fucking come on!” Dayle retorts playfully and they crack up instead. Egan’s phone starts to chime. He takes a look and says that his Mom is calling.
“I'll be back baby!” he kisses my lips swiftly before leaving the area. Dayle looks away from my direction and starts to twist his fork in the food. I swallow up. I know that he's hurt or jealous, either way he doesn't feel good about what has just happened. I feel damned again. I drink from my smoothie cup as well to calm my nerves.
Egan hastens in my direction and apologizes for lasting two minutes on the phone. That's crazy and sweet of him. He sits and places a hand on my thigh, he's caressing it and I feel uneasy and confused. I have Dayle being mad at me and also, I have Egan trying to lead me on. This is fucked up...
His fingers proceed to my upper thigh and I swallow up—Dayle is watching us closely while he debriefs Egan about Jamil’s biking game that will be on Saturday, the same day that Amber is throwing her party.
I take Egan’s hands off of me stylishly but he doesn't react angrily. He laughs instead but I can not say the same of Dayle. His face is expressionless.
“Chriss, aren't you taking a nap by now?” Dayle asks, where did he get such an idea from. It's impossible for me to believe that Dayle doesn't know what has happened, that ain’t true. Egan turns to me to confirm and I take a gulp from the smoothie in front of me, Egan helps me with that—literally feeding me.
“Brenda?” Dayle calls out instantly as the woman rushes out from wherever. “Please, aid my sister her meds. It's important!” Dayle orders and the lady affirms approaching my side.
“Babe—” Egan seems desperate and frustrated knowing that I'm leaving.
“Brenda? Please go agead, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I tell the woman but Dayle stops her again.
“Bren—”
“Dayle, stop. I can handle myself.” I tell him and he scoffs looking away from me. “Thanks!” I add, he nods almost invisibly. Egan turns to me confused about the whole scene, he whispers in my ear.
“I think you should rest, right?” he takes my left wrist in his hands.
“You think so? I don't wanna leave you—”
“No baby, you've done enough. You should rest. I'll be come by tomorrow just in case you don't make it to school!” he smiles. “Go ahead!”
“Okay, darling!” I use my thumb to rub his enticing lips before we share a deep kiss. I don't care if Dayle explodes—It’s nothing compared to what he tried to do. Control my movement. “I love you so much, Egan! I'll Facetime you much later, yes?”
“That's perfect baby!”
He rubs my arm lightly before I head away. Finally. I feel Dayle’s eyes and anger already but I needed to own my stance and not to be ordered around.

*
Someone barges into my room slamming the door. I step out of bed tossing my cellphone on the table walking to meet Dayle.
“You could knock!” I tell him angrily
“Oh fuck, I ain't doing that!” he retorts back. “What was the meaning of that? Do you mean to say that I don't care about you?” he asks raising his voice he's pacing back and front.
“Well, you have no right to order me around. You didn't mean well back there—you just wanted to separate Egan and I!” I raise my voice too. He stops pacing to answer me.
“Seperate you and Egan? Oh that's fucking bizarre! He was gonna finger fuck you and I had to do something. I. Meant. Well!” he says sarcastically. He knows what I mean damn well.
“Oh really, that's how you solve problems that are clearly not one? Why did you call Brenda when I'm clearly not a child? If you are used to having someone spoon feed you—well I'm not used to that shit.” I tell him back and his frown grows thicker.
“Take that shit back, Chriss!” he demands
“Or else what? What are you gonna do to me, Dayle? What?” I ask shrugging my shoulders.
“I can't do anything but I'm gonna fuck you.” he proudly says. That's unexpected of him, what the fuck was that? I scoff out of shock.
“In your sick mind!” I protest angrily buy he doesn't take my answer as finally but rather pushes me until my back touches the wall, he pins my hands above my head but his gaze is cutting through my skin. Rage. Jealousy. Lust. Frustration. All these encumbered in his eyes. My heart is beating faster than it should, I made him angry and now what the hell is he doing to me? I ask myself.
“Leave me alone Dayle, this is not gonna work!”
“You let him touch you every fucking time—he could have touched you inside!” he says almost whispering but he is still angry.
“He's my boyfriend and I'll decide when and how he touches me—” I scowl at him.
“Break up with HIM!” he clenches his teeth, I throw a slap to his face. He turns back to me fully without a word.
“You are apparently going crazy!” I vent to him as he pulls away from me. “You have a girlfriend that you fucking touch whenever you want but I've never asked you to do a thing as that and here you are... Just fucking stop saying that—”
“All for Egan? What's so special about him? If it's about breaking up with HER, I fucking will! I'll risk that for you but are you gonna do the same?” he asks. What does he mean my risking it for me?
“Oh, fucking do what you like Dayle! I'm done! I'm fed up! You're a manipulative asshole. Just. Leave. Me. Alone!” I say to him angrily
“You don't mean it, do you?” he asks me with a frustrating and angry stare.
“I fucking do! Leave me alone. Leave me. Alone.”
He doesn't say a word to me, he punches the large mirror beside him before leaving totally which startles me even more. Is he psychotic?