Page 85 of Endgame

If I didn’t get inside Six soon, I was going to explode.

Britt walked over to us then, causing the smile on Daryl’s face to transform into a snarl. “Put your tongue away, Daryl,” she sneered, leaning against the table so I had a full view of her barely covered tits. “You look desperate.”

“No, Britt, that title will always go to you,” Daryl shot back coolly. “Run along now.”

“Screw you, Daryl.”

“No thanks, Britt,” Daryl shot back without hesitation. “I wouldn’t touch you with Mason’s dick.”

Molly sniggered and I bit back a smirk.

“Are we hanging out after practice tonight?” Britt asked then, tone huffy as she turned her attention to me.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” She looked at me with an incredulous expression. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means he’s done with your ass,” Daryl chimed in happily.

“I am not talking to you, Daryl King,” Britt shot back.

“Tough shit, because I’m talking to you,” he countered. “Rourke here? He’s done messing around with your trashy ass.”

“Daryl,” I growled in warning. “Leave it alone.”

“Rip the band aid off, Rourke,” Daryl shot back heatedly. “Quick and painless, man, and be done with the bitch.”

“Rourke,” Britt snapped, clearly furious. “Can we talk outside for a minute?In private.”

“Don’t do it, man,” Daryl warned. “You don’t owe her shit.”

I knew I didn’t owe Britt anything. She’d done me wrong on more occasions than I cared to remember. But she was looking down at me with those blue eyes and I felt my resolve waver. Reluctantly, I shoved my seat back and stood up.

“You dumbass,” Daryl muttered.

Britt smiled victoriously and walked ahead of me as we left the lunch room.

I didn’t look back at Daryl. I knew he thought I was a fucking idiot for hearing her out. He didn’t get it though. Deep down, I hoped he never would. I wouldn’t wish the pain of what I’d been through with Britt on anyone.

“I can’t believe you let Daryl King speak to me like that,” Britt hissed the moment we were in the hallway outside of the lunch room.

I shrugged. “He’s my best friend, Britt.” I wasn’t making excuses when I said that. I was simply explaining. “You know what you did. So does Daryl.”

“Really?” Britt cocked a brow. “Five years of being your girlfriend says you should have defended me to him.”

I bit back the urge to growl. “Pity you didn’t remember you were my girlfriend several times during those five years.”

“Is that what this is about?” She pouted. “Payback for cheating?” She took a step towards me and placed her hand on my chest. “Because I’ve said I’m sorry, Rourke.”

“I know.”

“Rourke.” Curling her fingers around the fabric of my shirt, she tugged me closer. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“But you did.” Holding my hands up, I took a step back, putting space between us. “I loved you, B, and you screwed me over.” That was the truth and it hurt. “You made a fool out of me,” I added, tone gruff. “Out of my feelings.”

“But…” She blinked rapidly, trying to figure out what I needed to hear to get over her betrayal. There was nothing she could say, but she tried anyway. “You forgave me,” she pressed. “We’ve been together many times since.”

We had and it was only now that I was beginning to see how fucking bad that was for me – how toxic she was to me. “That’s done with,” I told her, refusing not to look away when her eyes flared in anger.

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