Page 135 of Endgame

I didn’t dare stick around to find out.

I didn’t think my heart could take it.

And so, for the millionth time since arriving in Ocean Bay, I found myself asking the same question; what the hell was wrong with me? This time, however, I voiced the question out loud, turning to the one friend I had made for answers.

“There isnothingwrong with you,” Molly assured me during lunch. Picking up an apple, she rolled it between her hands as she spoke.

“Yeah, right,” I half scoffed, half moaned. “Then why won’t he won’t have sex with me?”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“All freaking weekend,” dropping my head in my hands, I stifled a moan, “I offered myself to Rourke on a plate and he turned me down.”

“He did?”

“He’d never admit it, but I know it’s because I’m a virgin,” I muttered, dropping my gaze to my uneaten lunch. “He doesn’t want the mess, so he just goes down on me instead.”

“Omigod!” Loud spluttering noises coming from Molly caused me to lift my attention to her. “Rourke wentdownon you?” she hissed, eyes alight with excitement. “For real?”

I nodded.

“What was it like?” she asked, leaning closer.

“It was incredible,” I wailed. “Like mind-blowingly good, Molls.”

“Wow.” Smiling dreamily, she added, “You know; ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the female population at this school woulddieto be in your shoes right now.”

“You’re not helping,” I bit out, cheeks burning. “I’m completely mortified, Molly.”

“Why?” she asked. “You spent the entire weekend with him.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “But we’re back in school now.” I could feel my face burning as I spoke. “In the real world, and I feel…embarrassed.”

“Well don’t be,” she shot back with a smile. “Do you have any idea of what a catch that boy is?” She tipped her hand towards me and said, “Take it as a huge compliment. Rourke is picky as hell. Most of the girls around here would scratch your freaking eyes out to get their hands on him.”

I cast a glance around the room at all the freaking stunning girls I had the misfortune of going to school with. “Great,” I moaned. “And now I’m jealous. Thanks for that, Molly.”

“Why?” She looked at me like I had two heads. “Mercy, you’re gorgeous and funny and kind. Trust me when I tell you that you havenothingto worry about. Besides, you’ve obviously got something all these other girls don’t.” She scrunched her nose up and paused. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rourke with any other girl besides Britt.” Her brown eyes were wide and sincere. “Likeever. That in itself is a pretty huge deal.”

“Britt,” I sneered in disgust, scowling deeply. “Britt the Bitch.”

“Yep,” Molly snickered. “She is certainly that.”

“Why was he even with her in the first place?” I grumbled cattily. “That girl is like the she-devil with blonde curls.” I fake gagged. “Ugh.”

“I guess he was young and blind.” Molly shrugged. “They were together forever. Maybe it was like a comfort thing for Rourke?”

My brows furrowed. “A comfort thing?”

“Well, yeah,” Molly replied quietly. “Rourke hasn’t exactly had the most stable home life growing up, what with his father marrying and remarrying every other year.” Sighing, she added, “Britt’s the only constant he’s ever seemed to have.”

Well shit…

“He’s looking at you,” Molly offered with a grin, gesturing to somewhere behind me. “If that helps.”

“It doesn’t,” I muttered, squirming in my seat. Unable to stop myself, I turned my head to the side and sneaked a peek at the football team’s table.

Rourke was there, perched on top of the table, looking deliciously disheveled in his white school shirt with his tie hanging loosely. And oh yeah, he was looking at me. His focus was on our table, his eyes burning into mine.

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