Ultimate bullshit

Dayle

“Why did you post that shit in the first place? You could have asked me first,” I flared up.

“Ask you first? As in what? As in fucking what, Dayle fucking Theodore?” Steve scowled back at me as I looked away.

I was mad and he was acting up too.

Was it even necessary to post up her ass like that? I mean, we had no business with her and she's not even my problem at the moment.

He said that he was helping me punish her ass for not playing the game.

The game of three fucking years ago?

This is what I call IRRELEVANT.

“I did what I fucking did for fun and yo’ ass shouldn't be that mad. It's only fun. It's something that we do and you know that. The hell?!” Steve added and I just wanna punch his face,  yet I didn't.

Honestly, I needed Amber to believe that I was there to play and that I wass fucking serious about us (which I was not), and here was my friend trying to fuck it all up.

My fingers raked my hair and I bet that it was messier than it had been.

“What's up Dayle, why are you fucking mad after all? It's not like we used your account to post the video, it's on our pages!” Egan adds and I gate that he is being sarcastic and inconsiderate right now.

“Fuck it! I don’t give ten hefty fucks about the video, I only feel like it's super unnecessary because Amber—”

“Wait!” Steve cuts me short with a perplexed look and yet it seemed like a taunt. “Is this about Amber Hart? If it is, then your fucking loss, man!” he added. His tone sharp.

“Yeah, such an ass!” I retorted.

“Clap my ass!” he scoffed and walked off, just a few feet away.

On the other hand, Egan turned to me crossing his arms and staring at me with those sneaky make-believe innocent eyes.

“You get to get them easily and we get to scratch our asses on the fucking wall?” he scoffed and continued, “Don't try to play smart, Dayle! It was fun watching that video on and on, don't spoil it, man!” he gave me a light nudge on my arm, propelling me to go with them. We were headed to meet our squad.

“Fuck!!!” I said under my breath and a text popped up, as I took a closer look.

We gotta talk!

Amber texted me. I hated her authority, but what fucking choice do I have? None.

Sure! Where?

I replied and caught up with my friends and on the way, she smreplied back.

That class, after the hallway!

it's empty!

The thought of us in that class made me smirk. My friends and I walked down the hallway taking lots of attention and spotlights.

We were often called PLAYERZ… and yet, every girl, or almost all, wanted to get on our dicks either way.

Originally, the name wasn't meant for the shitty part, it was based on the gaming part, but it's not a bad thing to carry both as names. Is it?

“I gotta see Amber! She wanna talk!” I announced.

“She's all on you now? Just, wow!” Egan teased.

“Whatever. She wants to talk and I gotta talk to her too!” I said.

“I think it's better than blustering over a mere Buss-It-Down video...” Steve blurted out as we all laughed it off.

He was such a clown.

“I'll see y'all in a bit. You better don't leave without me or I'm gonna smack someone!” I casually said to them as we shook our hands in our customized, swaggish manner.

“As long as the booty call doesn't take forever!” Egan added and they laughed it off while I press mine, leaving instantly.

~

Honestly, it was not my intention to meet with this girl (Chrissy) every fucking time I walk down the hallway, but it felt like our paths kept crossing even when I warned her about it. I did not own this building, yeah, but I owned the minds of the people in it. It's Dayle here and there.

She was walking to her locker that had been sprayed ‘Buss It Down Chris-Shit’ on it. It was just out of my control since it had spread.

Thanks to fucking Steve and Egan.

Well, through her eyes, I saw the anger and helplessness in them, but who fucking cares? She looked away when I plunged her soul with my gazes and we both looked away.

Back to our businesses.

I entered the class Amber was in. I saw her standing next to the window pane.

I wore a pathetic look, or rather an apologetic one.

“Hey Amber,”

“Hey. Dayle.” she veered around and faced me. She was hotter in her cheer squad uniform, her pretty legs were impressive. I couldn't help but want to kiss them and fuck that pussy.

“You are one... big... JERK, Dayle!”

Dammit!

“Jeez Amber, It's not my fault. I didn't do anything, I promise!” I vowed. “Steve and Egan uploaded the video—”

Her face wrung in confusion, her arms were tightly crossed.

“I wasn't... talking about that,” her voice was laced with disgust. “Eww! I was talking about us— like you never called or texted me back. Like what the hell, Dayle!” she complained.

At that juncture, I was a hundred and one percent sure that Amber WANTED me, she was interested in me.

Did I just hit the jackpot without trying that much? Fuck yeah.

“Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!!” I snapped as my fingers rummaged my hair.

“I was into some stuff last night with my dad and I slept pretty early. But trust me; I had plans to not just talk to you, but to see you!” I lied, losing the small distance between us, and my fingers make their way to her smooth face, tracing it. I lightly rub her cheek, and her eyes squinted swiftly.

I swear, I was gonna make my way between those pretty legs. I was two steps away.

“Did you... Did you think that I would talk about Chris Shit?” she blurted out.

“Apparently!”

She scoffed with a nonchalant smile.

And she was even cuter.

“You are crazy Dayle, everyone knows Chrissy, and she’s like… very lame.” she scoffed again. “I don't like her and I feel like you have no business with her—it’s the price she pays for being a crybaby during that camp.” het eyes rolled.

I really thought that I was the rudest, but Amber has got a pass on that.

My lips pursed behind a snicker, did she also think that I was trying to impress her or fuck her? I calmly observed her movements, mirroring mine.

“That makes the two of us!”

I'm not leaving this class until I get a kiss to hold myself; I was on the verge of sticking out my balls from my pants.

I wrapped my hands around her waist and pressed her against my chest.

It was the first time I felt her boobs kiss my chest.

“Sneaky Dayle, you wanna eat that THING that bad huh, but you ain't getting any!” she purred out hotly.

Damn, I feel my cock twitch in my pants. Her hands were wrapped around my nape as we locked eyes.

“You’re hot, you know that?! My dick is all yours if you want!” I offered.

“But I'm not Trisha or Molly or Lauren, I'm Amber Hart!” she declared.

Bitch,  I fucking know that you are only playing hardest to get. Ugh! I told myself.

“Amber Hart could own it, still!” I said to her and she smirked back.

“I don't trust you or your dick, it's not meant for one! Every girl in Hemsville has gotten a taste.” she hit me with those words, but not every girl– it's specifically hot girls.

Big Dayle is picky.

“What did they say about it?” I tilted her face towards mine, a smirk rests on my lips too.

My hand wrapping her neck lightly.

“It's huge and badass. Lauren says you've got skills,” she said, the devotion and want in her tone made my dock teirch over vand over.

She knew me too much.

With the look of the things, she was trying to play the smart one, although she was smart, but it wasn't going to last that long because either way, we'll get down that sexual lane.

I mean, hot sex. Rich sex.

I smiled faintly while she kept staring at me.

“How about you prove to yourself? I know you, Amber, you are smart and you like to ride with shreds of evidence...”

My lips captured hers and we continue to kiss hungrily as my fingers trace her wet panties as she pulled away.

“Dirty boy, I knew that our friendship was only going to be based on sex! It's not real!”

She grabbed  her pink furry backpack and heads to the door. Damn, she thinks that she knows me, well she doesn't.

“Are you attending Max’s party?”

She turns around with a flirty stare.

“Why do you care? I'm not your girlfriend, am I? Back off, Dayle!”

She pouted and left.

The taste of her lips was mixed with her strawberry scented lipstick. Seriously, why couldn't she be like Lauren? Straight to the point.

She was acting and proving so fucking hard to get and I wouldn't back down.

~

At the time I returned to my friends, I caught them arguing with Ken, one of Chrissy’s friends. Just when he was about to leave, our eyes met.

“You are such a dick to have hurt Chrissy!”

“And who the fuck is Chrissy?” I asked with irritation lacing my tone.

I felt the veins under my skin springing and what the fuck gave him the audacity to talk to me in such a manner? Lunging at me, I hit him back.

He didn't give up, he hit me back and we continued getting physical until Steve and Egan separate not to cause a commotion or attract the school authorities and so I backed off and walked away.

What is with this ‘Chris-shit’ and why was Ken defending her in such a manner?

I mean, Ken and I have never gotten physical and besides we’ve been cool ever since and now he lets Chrissy come in between us?

That's ultimate bullshit.