Page 79 of Endgame

“Dammit, Six!” He slammed his locker door shut, but didn’t move. His jaw was working as he stared down at me with an expression I didn’t recognize. “I need you tonotbe here.”

“That’s not your choice, Rourke,” I shot back, feeling every inch of my body tremble beneath his heated stare. “So, you’re just going to have to get used to it.”

“Get used to it?” he shot back flatly, hands balled into fists at his sides.

I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly snapped it shut when Rourke punched the door of his locker before promptly stalking off, leaving me staring after him.

Jesus, what was his problem?

Why did he hate me so much?

And why did I have to care?

Dammit.

Rourke

SIX IN A SCHOOL UNIFORM?

Fuuuuck.

How the hell was I supposed to handle this? Handleher?

For most of my life, school had been my sanctuary and when I was there, I was king. I knew what it sounded like and I didn’t care. It was the honest truth.

From the moment my friends and I stepped foot through the doors of Ocean Bay Academy, the other kids had sort of bowed down to us. Maybe it had something to do with football, or maybe it was money. I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t care. Up until now I had enjoyed coming to school. I had enjoyed the distraction it gave me. But nowshewas here and everything was all screwed up again.

When I saw Six standing next to my locker this morning, the urge I had to walk over there and lay claim on her was extreme.

But I couldn’t.

Dammit, it wouldn’t be fair. I wanted her body. I wanted to fuck her. Sex was all I was willing to give her and Six deserved more.

She deservedbetter.

Tell me you love me…Please…Lie, Rourke. Just lie to me…I won’t mind. I promise

Those words right there were the reason I wasn’t going to go there with Six. The vulnerability she revealed to me that night? That was something I wasn’t going to take advantage of. There was something needy about her I hadn’t noticed before… Something lonely. I couldn’t capitalize on that. I fuckingcouldn’t.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts of my stepsister, I looked around the classroom and bit back the urge to growl. Mason, the turncoat bastard, had honed in on Six the moment she walked into fourth period Bio.

I watched him like a hawk as he leaned across their desk and whispered something in her ear. Every now and again, she covered her mouth and giggled at whatever he’d said. It made me want to fucking explode.

“Quit starting at her. You’re gonna give yourself an eye injury.”

Jaw clenched, I forced my eyes off Six and onto my lab partner. “The fuck you talking about, D?”

“Don’t give me that shit,” Daryl shot back. “Not only are you being obvious as hell about her,” he grinned at me, “but you’re fucking reeking of jealousy.”

I opened my mouth to deny but nothing came out. Not one fucking word. Exhaling heavily, I leaned forward on my stool and shrugged. “Shit.”

“Dang, Rourke,” Daryl muttered, no longer laughing. “Sissy’s got you tied up in knots.”

“I almost fucked her,” I croaked out, dropping my head in my hands. “Twice.”

“For real?”

“Real.”Very real. Too fucking real.

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