Semua Bab End Game: Bab 11 - Bab 20

SEBASTIAN'S POV My heart slammed into my ribs as I anxiously waited for Zaire to come out of his house. I knew very well that I shouldn't have gone to his house, but I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to see him. For the sake of my own sanity, I needed to see him. For a whole fucking week he had been avoiding me. I just knew he was. Every single day, I went to Wendy's, but he was never there. I went to the arcade a few times as well looking for him, still there was no sign of him despite all his friends being there. Especially that Reggie guy he was always with. You never really saw one without the other ,which confirmed it to me that he was purposely trying not to cross paths with me. My eyes immediately darted towards the rearview mirror when I heard the rattling sound of the gate being opened. Zaire stepped outside and looked around the empty street. I had parked a little further down from his house, so I quickly got out of my car to wave at him. I knew he was going to

SEBASTIAN'S POV "LIONS ON THREE!"I shouted, placing my hand on top of my teammates'. "ONE, TWO, THREE!" "LIONS!" We all yelled in unison. "Come on, boys, let's go destroy those Ravens!" Coach Taylor barked, his voice echoing with determination. Everyone erupted in a chorus of cheers and spirited shouts, the sounds ricocheting off the concrete walls as we eagerly jogged out of the locker room, anticipation buzzing in the air. The stadium was already packed. Every seat in the bleachers was filled to capacity. The atmosphere crackled with the sounds of pulsating music, the lively cheers of the crowd, and that electric, chest-tightening feeling that only came with the first game of the season. Everywhere I looked, black-and-white banners waved proudly, and the words "MILTON LIONS" loomed large across the turf. Our cheerleaders were already out on the field, vibrant and energetic, their striking black-and-white pom-poms slicing through the crisp evening air as they expertly hit t

SEBASTIAN’S POV I was sitting in class listening to Mr. Healy teaching about evolution when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting to see a text from my sister. She told me that she was going to message me around this time when she got to campus since they were having a network issue at their dorm. Imagine my shock when a certain name flashed at the top of my chat bar. Totally unexpected. I blinked once. Then again, unable to believe what my eyes were actually seeing. Zaire.... texted me? My heart pounded so hard in my chest as my thumb hovered over his text. I wanted to know what he said so bad, but the fear of actually knowing made my stomach twist unpleasantly, and a lump form in my throat. I knew Zaire very well. He probably texted to tell me how much he despised me. I mean, I knew him kissing me wasn’t really going to change anything, let alone how he felt about me, but still, I didn't want to hear that shit. Especially after kissing me the way he did

ZAIRE'S POV My father and Gloria were eating breakfast in the diner when I got downstairs. The smell of scrambled eggs and bacon filled the air ,making my stomach grumble and my mouth water. The thing was-I was never really fond of eating Gloria's food. I only did-sometimes, especially when my dad was around because I didn't want to fight with him. He always defended her over me anyway. So, really, there was no point. I greeted both of them and sat down on my usual chair-away from them. Gloria smiled warmly at me. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Honestly, I always wondered what it was going to take for her to finally drop the charade. Didn't she get bored of always trying to be nice to me even though I was a bitch to her? But everyone had their limit. She was going to snap eventually and I would be there to expose her. That woman was not a good person. She was just a fucking homewrecker. And a murderer as far as I was concerned. I silently made myself a plate and dug in.

ZAIRE’S POV Southridge wasn’t that far from Winton Str, but it might as well have been a different world. The closer I got, the worse the roads became—cracked pavement, crooked streetlights. The buildings were pressed too close together. The brick walls were covered in graffiti everywhere. It resembled your typical ghetto neighborhood that appeared on movies. Although I was from the richer part of town, this place never really intimidated me or made me uncomfortable in any way despite its rough and violent nature. In fact I liked it there. I used to visit a lot during summer and winter breaks until my father started restricting me from going after falling out with my aunt after my mom passed. He never really liked me visiting there to begin with. Said the neighborhood was not for people like us—whatever the hell that meant. He was my father, but he was just full of shit that man. I rolled my window down, letting the warm air rush in, thick with the smell of oil, smo