Chapter 78

***Chrissy***

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I've had a few students come up to me to ask if Dayle had leaked the video, I told them that Dayle would not. Most of them think that it's because he's brother and that was why covered for him—they don't know the full story so how will they understand?
Prom is next week.
We are done with the semester and I can't wait to graduate senior high school. Ellen falls in step next to me, she returned from the restroom. We are a part of the committee organizing prom’s day.
“Have you spoken to Ken?”
“Nope!”
“No? Since that time?”
“Yes, since that time!” I scoff. “Did you think that it was my fault? Ellen, I did nothing. He was just mad over nothing at all...” I explain
“It may sound that way to you but not to him,” she adds. We are standstill. “He told me something and I think that it's... It is pretty disturbing!” she stirs. I know where this is leading, it will be the same question he asked me the other day at the cafeteria—about Dayle.
“Okay...” my eyes wander, I'm not ready for such questions. Did she know? Did she observe or what could be the matter?
“Dayle!” she snaps and I roll my eyes. “I know that he's been your crush but eventually turned into your BROTHER, speculations are going on! You both seem too attached—I mean he's very attached to you—”
“Let's get this straight! Ken told you that Dayle and I have a thing going on?” I'm pissed off.
“No, he was just thinking out loud. Dayle us—”
“Honestly, I think that you shouldn't ask me questions like this, it could only mean one, that you agree with him,” I add defiantly. She places a hand on her forehead squinting. She looks up to me again.
“Don’t get me wrong! It's not like I suspect you or anything, it's only alarming. That's like incest—”
“Fuck INCEST okay?” I raise my voice and she looks away. “I don't end know what we are talking about. Is the fact that Ken thinks I'm siding with Dayle or he thinks that I'm hanging out with Dayle? Which one?” I ask. “We have a few days in Hemsville, I just want to graduate in PEACE!” I clarify and she nods lightly.
“Sorry Chriss, I was only asking.” Ellen rubs my arms. “I know that you have the best brother ever, he's been sweet towards you. Fucking headstart!” she adds. We smile at once. “I hope that you and Ken fix things, I hate to know that you both aren't talking at all. It's crazy! I need my best friends in check. Please?”
“I will do my best, I'm not comfortable with being like that too. Ken is a big brother to me you know!”
We exchange hugs. The next thing we notice is students sprinting towards the basketball court. Ellen and I exchange suspicious stares.
“I have no idea!”
“Me too! Let's find out. I think the guys are giving out a show!” I tell her excitedly.
“I won't miss a second!” she adds.
We stroll in that direction.

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Students are recording, it seems like there's been a musical concert because I can also see some students from the music class. There are several banners ‘BE MY PROM’ boldly italicized on them. Not just that, they are girls from the cheer team who must have performed as well. Ellen and I came in when the grand show had ended. Dayle draws near taking her hand. She's smiling, stunned, probably feeling like she's the most special female on earth—that shows how he makes his girls feel. Special and head over heels, I'm not exempted.
“Be my... my prom, Molly!”
I see Dayle handing Molly a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolate, she accepts it excitedly.
“Yes, baby!” she exclaims. They instantly share a deep kiss and the entire court echoes out excitedly. Of course, their boy president had opened the show, he's the first to ask a girl out for prom this year—it makes everything adorable and relatable to them but not to me. They share a hug.
“Dayle knows how to sweep a girl off her feet! WHAT??? All these for one girl? How did he get all the things done within hours??? OMG!” Ellen says recording.
“I've... I've got to use the restroom.” I tell Ellen holding back the tears in my eyes. I run out of the court making my way to the female restroom.

I feel betrayed. Played. Deceived. Angry at myself. Dayle said that nothing serious was going on between them but why did he ask her out to prom? Isn't it a special moment for students? I mean you can't possibly lie about that moment.
I stare into the mirror, I see a foolish girl, a girl who is smitten by her stepbrother, a girl who can't admit the truth except for lies. My life is turned into something I can't explain. How did I get to the phase? Tears rub down my cheeks, I can't even control them.

Flashback starts:
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“So tell me, do you always have this liking for documentaries?” Dayle asks me
“Yes, pretty girl love documentaries. Murder documentaries—”
“How could you like something that you are the victim?”
“Like I said, it's a liking. I can't explain.”
I tell him defensively. We continue seeing the documentary in the movie room. Mom and Dad are already asleep and so we have the movie room to ourselves since it's past midnight. I feel Dayle’s eyes on me like he's probing me to know what I'm thinking. I keep my composure, focusing on the wide screen. His fingers start parading my thigh, he starts jangling me and I try not to breathe hard. My lips part when he goes between my thighs, he's rubbing my cunt ferociously. I find myself spreading my legs when I could have just pushed him away. No. I can't. I accept what he's doing, he's leading me on and I love every bit of it. It's hard to tell Dayle, no, I can't do that m and I don't know when I wouldn't.
He leans in and I feel his lips on mine, swallowing my moans. He gently takes off shorts before he wraps a condom over his hard meaty cock, he stares into my eyes caressing my face before he thrusts inside me. I'm almost moaning hard but his hand covers my mouth. That's better off.
“We'll be done in no time, Chriss!” he adds and I nod positively and innocently. He starts to rock my hips—It feels like the first time we had it. Every slam from Dayle feels brand new. My walls are tightening around his cock, milking him as he grows thicker and faster.
We switch positions, he sits while I sit on him and start riding him like a new engine. He buries his face into my chest, fondling my tits, consuming my pink buds with his mouth.
Then, he grabs my booty following the rhythm, I bounce on him feeling his length in my stomach, and I throw my head back closing my mouth to hinder suspicious sounds.
When we are done, we dress up and sit back to normal, I don't realize when I doze off on his chest, maybe it's because of the way he cuddled me...
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Flashback ends:

We shared something phenomenal last night and this is what I wake up to? A prom proposal that's not even me? I don't care if I'm being selfish but I can't help the fact that I'm being hurt. I'm hurt by that awful sight. I don't know how to react to this, I can't even look Dayle in the eye if he ever wants to explain things because I know that he'd try to say a thing or two to justify his actions.
If it were Egan who asked me out, I'm sure that Dayle would start overreacting and so I have the right to be angry. Don't I?

I brace up stepping out of the restroom, everyone wouldn't stop talking about what had happened. The video is posted everywhere. I enter Insta because students are tagging me along in their various posts and why?
<Okay @hemsville, I saw lots of things coming but not an epic romantic prom proposal, Why’s Dayle so adorable😱>
One says.
<@ChrissHT, do you have plans for prom too? Ur bro has kicked it, What about you and @Qutedemon???>
Another one says.
<This is unreasonable😡. I thought that the famous trio players had each other’s backs. Why would Dayle propose to Molly when they're an ongoing leaked video charade about Stevie??😏That's backstabbing!>
This post could be right but it is what it is. I look further.
<There’s a difference between being stabbed and backstabbing. Dayle didn't leak the video, he would not hurt his buddies even if he hurt Molly. Remember, the trio collectively hurt Molly last semester. Do you understand? #teamsexgod>
<@Sexgod knows what he's doing, whether or not he was reasonable, he had to perform his duties as boy president, proving to Hemsville that our tradition still counts. Get yourself a boo. Not because Steve’s video got leaked means that there would be no prom. I beg to differ.😏>
...
Enough of all these constant debates. I'm lost for words at the moment. A text enters, it's from Ellen.
*Where are you? Playerz's secret got exposed!!! The court, now.*
Am I reading that correctly or is this just a dream? What secret?
Another text enters instantly.
*Your boyfriend is a dickhead!*