Page 39 of Endgame

His grin widened. “Thought you’d appreciate it.”

He didn’t even try to deny it. He was playing that song to get a reaction out of me. Mission accomplished. “Well, I don’t,” I snapped. “So turn the damn thing off.”

“What?” he chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “I like the song.”

He didn’t like the song. I had lived with Rourke long enough to know his musical preferences.

He liked rock.

He did this to hurt me, to let me know what he thought of me.

A gold digger.

All of the empathy I had felt for him earlier evaporated into a haze of rage.

“Turn it off,” I hissed, jaw clenched, as I stared up at his frosty blue eyes. “Now.”

Lowering his face to within inches of mine, he smirked and said, “Make me.”

I would not cry.

I would not cry.

“You are the biggest jackass I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing,” I snarled, cheeks burning.

“Meeting? Probably. But knowing?” Rourke shook his head and smirked. “You don’t know me, Six.”

I hated him.

I really did.

Turning away before I exposed myself to this cruel boy, I strode down the hallway and into my room.

I knew why he was doing this. It was because of my mom and her stupid shopping spree.

Goddammit, I wasn’t my mother and I was sick to death of being punished for being her daughter.

Rourke

I TOOK IT TOO FAR.

Messing around with my computer this afternoon, I had stumbled over that fucking song and decided to screw around with the sound by changing up the words. What had possessed me to do that to her; I had no answer. Six didn’t deserve that.

In my defense, I thought Six would laugh it off. She didn’t. She looked like she was about two seconds away from crying when she ran into her bedroom.

Feeling like a dick, I stood outside her door, with one hand on my head and the other on the handle. Even though the word was foreign to me, I wasn’t that big of a bastard that I didn’t know what I needed to do.

Apologize.

“Six?” Turning the handle, I pushed the door inwards and walked inside. I didn’t bother knocking because I knew there was a huge chance she wouldn’t let me in if I did. Playing that song was a dick move and I knew it. When I stepped into her room, her bed was empty and still made. The sound of the shower running alerted me to the fact that she was in her bathroom.

Walking over to Six’s bed, I sank down on the purple comforter and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. When she finally did, she greeted me with a high-pitched scream.

“Rourke!” Six hissed, clutching the towel she had wrapped around her very wet – very naked – body. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

“What I did with that song?” Jerking off the bed, I turned my back to her, averting my eyes from her almost naked body. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.”No shit, Sherlock!“I won’t do it again.”

“Are youapologizingto me?” her voice was laced with surprise.

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