Page 119 of Endgame

Bear held his hands up. “Hey man, don’t shoot the messenger. I’m only telling you what I heard. Ain’t like I believe it or anything.”

“One, Six is clean,” I snarled, dragging the shift into gear. “Two, I haven’ttouchedher.” Fuck this. I couldn’t sit here. Slamming my foot down on the gas, I tore out of the student parking lot like a bat out of hell. “And three, the only person likely to be walking around with an STD is Britt.”

Bear shrugged. “Yeah, I figured you’d lose your shit over this.”

Lose my shit?

I was beyond that.

I DROPPED BEAR HOME before heading straight to Britt’s place. By the time I reached my ex-girlfriend’s house, the anger that had been rising steadily inside of me since Bear’s declaration was spilling over.

Fuck this. I had just managed to win Six over to my way of thinking. The last thing I needed was my ex-girlfriend spreading her venom around the school and fucking up the one good thing that had happened to me since… since I didn’t even know how long.

Britt’s shiny red Audi was out front in the same place she always parked it. Alongside it was a black Lexus with a‘Jefferson Jaguars Rule’sticker on the back bumper.

Unable to see past the red haze of rage, I killed the engine of my Silverado in the familiar driveway and climbed out. Stalking up to the house, I didn’t bother knocking on the huge, shiny red door.

Like always, her parents weren’t at home. It was something we had once bonded over. We both had absent parents. Not now though. She’d crossed the goddamn line.

Not bothering to scope out the downstairs – I knew full well she wouldn’t be down there – I quietly climbed the staircase, moving in the direction of the bedroom I knew almost as well as my own.

Like a bad dream on repeat, I placed my hand on the handle of her bedroom door and braced myself for the inevitable.

The phrasebeen there, done that, got the t-shirtflickered through my mind when I pushed Britt’s bedroom door open and was met with the sight of my ex on her knees, blowing Shane Clarkson – Jefferson’s V1 tight end. Britt was completely naked, her head in Clarkson’s lap, paying his dick more attention than she’d ever paid mine.

Lovely.

Fucking lovely.

Last time I’d caught her with a guy in here, it had been Jefferson’s quarterback Daniel Westbrook.

I cleared my throat and Clarkson’s head shot u in surprise. “Mind hurrying it up, Britt. I need a word. Now.”

The squeal of surprise that tore from her was almost comical. Even more hilarious was the pathetic way she began to apologize to me. “Omigod, Rourke,” Britt wailed, scrambling away. “I didn’t know… I wasn’t…I…”

“Cut the shit, Britt,” I shot back dryly. “Put something on and come downstairs. I need a word with you.”

Shit,” Clarkson growled. “Thought you said it was over between you and Owens?”

Clarkson’s wide eyed expression told me he was expecting me to kick his ass. That’s what I would usually do if I caught Britt messing around with some other guy. Shit, that’s what Ihad doneon more occasions than I cared to admit.

Not anymore though.

“It is,” I offered in a bored tone. Right in this moment, the only urge I had was to get this conversation over and done with so I could get home to Six. “You can have her back just as soon as I get done talking to her.”

Without another word, I turned around and walked out of the room. I wasn’t getting myself into any more shit over Britt, and Clarkson? He wasn’t worth the energy it would take me to throw a punch.

Asshole.

“YOU DIDN’T CALL,” Britt said warily when she joined me downstairs a few minutes later. “You always call before coming over, Rourke.”

“Didn’t need to.”

Shoving my hands into my jeans pockets, I looked down at the girl who had held some serious power over me for a very long time.

“We’re not together anymore,” I added coolly. “I don’t need to forewarn you I’m stopping by anymore so you have time to hide the guys you’re screwing behind my back.”

Britt didn’t even have the decency to flinch – or deny it.

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