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Chapter 32: Wrong impression
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2026-04-28 18:05:50
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End Game Chapter 33: Heartbroken
SEBASTIAN'S POV For the first time in my life, I wasn't enjoying a football game. And it had nothing to do with the game itself. It was what I was being forced to sit through the whole damn time. Naomi was all over Zaire, and he didn't seem to mind at all. She sat pressed up against him on the bleachers like there was no empty space anywhere else. Every few minutes she leaned in close to say something in his ear, laughing at whatever he said. Her hand kept finding his arm, his shoulder, his hair, his chest, and Zaire let her. Worse-he looked comfortable. Was this how he acted with girls he liked? Easy. Relaxed. Smiling all the damn time. I felt sick. I felt heartbroken. And I could hear that little voice at the back of my mind that I have been trying to ignore the entire time I have been in love with this boy, reminding me once again of the one thing I feared the most: Zaire could never love me back. He was into girls. He loved soft, curvy body and tits. And me? I was a to
End Game Chapter 32: Wrong impression
SEBASTIAN’S POV "Zai,"I whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. Zaire groaned, his brows pulling together like he didn’t want to leave sleep. I laughed softly as he turned his face the other way and continued to sleep. “Come on, babe,” I smirked, testing him. “We have arrived. Wake up.” That got him. He stilled for second, before he blinked a few times and slowly lifted his head. I laughed loudly at the mean glare he sent my way. "Who is your babe?" he muttered, voice rough from sleep. I grinned. "Not you." "Then why did you call me babe?" "I didn’t." He rolled his eyes. “Man, stop playing.” He leaned back properly in the seat, rubbing his face with one hand. “Damn.” “You were out cold.” “Yeah, well,” he said, stretching his arms above his head. “I woke up early to be with with you.” This boy didn't even realize how that sounded. Can he have just a little mercy on my poor heart? "Nchow, you wanted to be with me?" I coaxed. "Don't be weird yo." He grumbled, freeing
End Game Chapter 31: Gone boy
SEBASTIAN’S POV I was in a very good mood, some chilled country music playing in my car as I pulled into the gas station in Southridge. Zaire was standing near the store entrance with his backpack over his shoulders, head tilted down as he scrolled on his phone. A stupid smile pulled at my mouth just by the mere sight of him. He looked handsome as always, enough to make my stomach do that weird little flip it always did around him. Man, I was a gone boy. Since it was a little cold out, he wore a pair of black wide legged oversized sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a dusty pink zip-up hoodie that had small black details on it. His locs were pushed back by a beanie, though some fell around his face while the rest cascaded down his back. I sat there for a second just staring like an idiot before grabbing my keys and stepping out. I tried to not look too eager as I walked over to him. He glanced up when he heard me approach. "You're late." he said immediately, but I was slightly
End Game Chapter 30: Crossing Lines
Gloria drove home in silence, both hands tight on the steering wheel. The road blurred in front of her, but all she could see was Zaire’s face. The anger in his eyes. The hurt in his voice. The way he always looked at her as if she were the enemy. By the time she pulled into the driveway, her chest felt heavy and compressed. The house was quiet when she stepped inside. Franklin was in the living room, sitting in his chair with the television on low, though he did not look like he had been watching it. He looked up the moment he saw her. “Well?” he asked. Gloria set her bag down and stood there for a moment, gathering herself. “I saw him.” Franklin leaned forward. “And?” “He refused to come home.” Franklin looked away, jaw tight, as if he had expected that. "I told you he wouldn't." He muttered. "I had to try." Gloria said quietly, staring down on the floor. "And I did something I shouldn’t have." "What did you do?" “I told him he doesn’t know the whole truth.” Franklin st
End Game Chapter 29: After the whistle
ZAIRE'S POV My eyes briefly drifted to the scoreboard and the little time that was remaining. WARRIORS 15 - 13 THE SAINTS I could practically hear my breathing echoing in my ears as I took my stance. We were on defense and no matter what, we had to see out the game. A two-point lead was nothing in football. One broken tackle. One missed assignment. One mistake, and everything we had fought for tonight was gone. It had been very tight and close all game. Everyone was on it, but so was the opponents. We barely gave each other anything, that was why the scoreline was so low. The Saints broke the huddle and lined up fast. I crouched low at defensive end, fingers brushing the turf, every muscle in my body coiled tight. Sweat burned my eyes beneath my helmet. My gaze locked on their quarterback. "Watch the edge!" Mike barked. He was our linebacker. The center snapped the ball and I quickly exploded off the line. Their offensive tackle tried to block me, but I easily pushed past
End Game Chapter 28: The cheerleader
ZAIRE’S POV “Don’t call my phone telling me nonsense,” my aunt snapped from the kitchen, her voice sharp enough to cut through the whole house. “Why don’t you call him yourself?” I hurried down the stairs, my schoolbag slung over my shoulder, the strap digging into my palm the tighter I gripped it. I already knew who she was talking to before I even turned the corner. “Do whatever you want,” she continued. “That’s my sister’s son. He’ll stay here with me if he wants.” Yeah, it was definitely him. My jaw clenched as I stepped into the kitchen doorway, leaning against the frame like I hadn’t been listening. “Let Zai be, Franklin,” she said, her tone firm, leaving no room for argument. “He’ll come back when he wants to.” There was a pause—long enough for me to imagine my dad running his mouth on the other end. Then aunt Monica scoffed. “You should’ve thought about all this before.” She ended the call. The silence that followed was thick, but it didn’t last long. My a
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