Chapter 4

Dayle

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-Lauren= Rich brat>>>

-Amber= Rich Cheerleader

-Shauna= Rich Freaky Swimmer

-Cindy= Rich Freaky Dancer

-Jess= Rich bad bitch

-Chrissy= Nerdy Toy (maybe I might)

I ticked on the list before exiting the page on my phone, stuffing my mouth with some food too.

“Last night was epic, I did it guys. I'm done. Steve, it's your time to shine!” I let out teasingly as their attention fell back on me.

Steve promised to hurt me right back for letting him have Lauren, and I simply laughed it off. Looking to my right, I saw Amber approaching and signaled with my head for them to take a look, at least a swift one, and they stylishly obliged.

“Hot!” Egan said under his breath.

“Take your mind off her; she's second on my list. Dickhead!” I barked.

“Whatever, cunt!” Egan scowled at me. Steve asked if I had anything to pull at the moment but I told him no, I can't be all over her because she might start thinking correctly and I don't want that.

When some of our teammates came around, we began to talk about a party that someone intended to throw. When I asked who, they didn't say.

My face squeezed given that I was Noy President, I ought to know everything.

“I better know who's hosting that party or else, my ass is not going or it’s not happening!”

I knew that deep down I wanted to attend it, that was another way of keeping your status top-notch.

“Max fucking Norman!” Steve finally blurted.

“I know his ass!” I took a sip from the water bottle and continued. “That daddy’s hand man? I hate that guy, y'all know better!”

“It's not about hating or loving the guy, it's a party that WE have to attend, and WE gotta keep these tags on top!” Egan said.

“He's a cool dude, why do you even hate him?” one of my teammates asked and I didn't reply. I hated the fact that Max was acting all too responsible because Dad compared me to him.

Always.

I mean, his dad and mine clashed a few times for business and the idiot’s name kept popping up around the four walls of our house. It sucked. Like, Dad was heavily addicted to pointing out my mistakes and not his.

“Count on me!” Caesar turned to me tucking his mouth with some chips, giving me a sneaky stare that instantly irked me.

“Your eye better not stare at me again!” I warned him as he laughed mockingly at me instead.

Is he mad or has weed gotten him high as fuck?

“I heard you fucked Lauren,”

“You heard right! She ain't your girlfriend, is she? Because she already crowned my dick bigger than her boyfriend's!” I taunted to see his reaction. I knew that he was getting mad; it was not even his girlfriend or something.

I couldn't teach him a lesson for coming at me.

“That's the boyfriend’s problem, but the day he ever fucks my girlfriend, I'm gonna slice those balls into shreds.” he snapped at me, passing his cryptic message while I shrug and continue eating.

Most of these guys have problems with me and I simply don't care.

The thing was, when I got to use any of these girls, they just literally appreciated my skills and dick, they just couldn't get enough, and so they show me off behind my back and it got these guys provoked.

Whose fault is that? Definitely not mine.

“Easy guys,” Egan chirped in.

“I'm off to Chem class!” I said them and rose as we exchanged handshakes and Caesar and I exchanged glances, I simply smiled very faintly.

He better not try me anytime soon ‘cause I have been observing the way he comes at me with his stares or words, he wants something and I'm gonna give him some soon. I thought to myself.

~

I entered the class, dropping on the seat that was behind; I was pissed off as hell. I was this close to hitting anyone, but I needed to keep calm. I pulled out my cell phone and the first thing on my Insta feed was Lauren's post.

<BEST 9IGHT, MORE PLZ!>

And then she tags me, is she that serious about it?

We didn't even do so much and she was that excited? I scoffed and scrolled past.

The next target is Amber. I think she's more like a SLOW LOVE type and so I'll play along.

Once I lifted my head, I saw Chris-Shit stepping in with her friends. Of all the girls in the world, what exactly is Ken Salazar doing around that crybaby?

I bet she cries when her laces are undone.

I shrugged and focused on my cell phone, but then I felt those eyes staring at me now and then.

She kept staring knowing fully that I wouldn't let it go easily.

I resolved to question her and then Egan and Steve walked in talking so loudly. They came around and sat beside me.

“Really? Did you have to leave as if a ghost chased you?!” Egan asked the hints of mockery in his tone.

“Maybe Caesar is!”

“Shut that tramp you call a mouth, Steve!” I barked at Steve but he only shrugged his shoulders.

I knew that he was acting just the way I would have, but then he was trying to get on my nerves knowing fully well that I was MAD.

“That chic has got some ass; I didn't know that Chrissy is kinda… endowed,” Egan said as we cornered our necks, looking in that direction.

She bent to pick up some books laid on the floor. Was she trying to seduce Ken, Ellen, or us or someone else? Regardless, Egan was right anyway.

Her ass was kinda round and fat. Steve put out his cell, using it.

I hope that it was not doing what I was thinking—like filming her ass?! But I didn't pay much attention.

“Damn! I bet that it's soft!” Steve added as they smirked and licked their lips too. Are they kidding my ass right now? My face squeezed a bit as Steve turned to me.

“Honestly, I wanna fuck her. Sorry Dayle, I have to go in before you—”

“Get the fuck off!” I protested.

I didn't even understand why I'm protesting that hard when he could fuck her anyway. They laughed and started teasing me.

“Make sure to record the entire scene once you get there!” Steve added and a small smirk settled on my lips without me realizing it.

~

Dayle?

A text from a number entered and I later realized that it was Amber’s. During Chem class, we had been locking gaze because she seated adjacent to me, I did it as if my life depended on it, I just had to be precise and natural.

Amber!

I didn't know what to respond with, I mean, she texted like she's got a problem with me. I hoped not, I was a step closer to getting my business done. I wanted this lunch to work out for both of us. My friends and I were still trying to decide what our reward would be if we eventually got our lists completely done. I couldn't wait.

I was thinking about Food’n’I?

How could I forget our date, no way!

I'm down! Am I picking you up?

Let me, would you?

I waited for only two seconds and her reply came in, my friends were already bugging me about whom I was texting.

Okay! See you at 3!

Three o'clock sounds even more perfect, I hope that this goes well, I told myself.

Okay! Amber!

I replied and put my phone away—in my pocket.

About an hour later, this class ended. Amber headed out with her friends.

Slowly, the class was emptying. Classes were over.

“Hey guys, I better start going right now! It's Amber!” I said them at once, packing up.

“Booty call, huh?” Egan blurted out with a sneaky smile.

“I hope so!” I snapped. I invited them over for a movie, it was one that we had planned to see later.

“Bro, don't fuck all day and forget,” Steve reminded as I chuckled.

“I won’t,”

~

Later that day!

I pulled over at Amber’s. It was a cool vicinity and of course a big house, that was exquisite. I already texted that I was waiting and after a bit of time, she walked out in a red mini floral dress and wedge heels.

She crossed her cute purse across her body. She looked very pretty and when the breeze blew off her dress, the glint of her upper thighs was right in my face while she adjusted the gem of her dress.

Suddenly; I wanted to go in between them. Grace me, Amber, grace me. I muttered inside of me.

She entered the car while I started smiling at her, but not too much, not giving her the impression of a simp.

“You do know how to make jaws drop!”

She blushed and flipped behind her long hair.

“Thanks, Dayle, you're sweet!”

The location of the restaurant was only a few miles away from her house. We stepped to the right of the restaurant and ordered some light food. We start eating and I'm doing that ‘stealing glances’ type of thing.

“Why do you keep doing that?” she asked, pointing out. She wasn't irked, but she was curious. At least, with the way that she smiling; I got a pass.

“Doing what exactly?”

Let's play dumb.

“The staring thing—”

“You can't blame me for your beauty, c’mon Amber, you are the beholder!” I teased, earning a complete smile.

“Seriously Dayle, I'm sorry about yesterday! I was careless,”

“You've said that a thousand and one times,” I said.

We looked into each other's eyes and I scarily (it's only make-believe) placed my hand over hers, her bubbly lips parting at once.

“Thanks for inviting me, it means a lot.”

“No, I should thank you, Dayle. I mean, I crashed your phone and you would not even let me pay it off!” she said. If only she knew that it was only a junk cellphone, the Amber I know would freak out.

“How about Molly?”

Fuck!!! I didn't see this coming. I didn't know that she was going to ask about Molly. How am I supposed to know about Molly when I haven't spoken to her since the beginning of the semester?

“She's doing okay! I guess!”

“You did mess up, yes?

“And I apologized for it. I'm trying to be a better guy, I swear it, Amber. I left her several texts and voice messages, but she wouldn't even reply. It kills me, but it's what it is, right?”

Pure lie! I have not even done any of those things since last semester. That's bad, I just realized.

Amber gave me a pitiful look, placing a hand over mine.

“It's fine Dayle, we all need a chance!”

As far as I can gather, the conversation was too realistic, but I had to make her believe that I was just the guy she needed to hold her down.

All through the drive back to her house, there's been a discussion about school activities and a bit about the guys that she dated. She was not too open about her relationships so I didn't pressure her. I agreed to go through the friendship stage.

“Thanks, Dayle, you're sweet!” she said to me as she attempted to leave, I stopped her.

“Can I... Can I ask you something?”

“Su-sure!” her brows knitted a little.

“Can you be my friend? I don't have a female one so I figured that you would assist me with a bit of or a lot of girl stuff! You down?” I asked

Yeah, that was a lame thing to ask Amber.

I won't give up despite her rigidity. She smiled and rolled her eyes. Damn. Did she understand my plan?

“Friends with benefits, you mean?”

“No Amber, a real one —”

“I know you Dayle; you are far from a real friend. Let's not pretend. Thanks for everything!” she said with a proud smile before leaving.

Fuck!!! I think she knows that I'm acting up. I have to work harder. I was hoping to get away with this, at least tonight, but no.

I told myself, hitting the steering.