All Chapters of End Game: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: A sense of a challenge

ZAIRE’S POV I woke up later feeling more rested than I had in a long time. Like actually rested. I pushed myself up from the bed and stretched, rolling my shoulders until a few satisfying cracks echoed through my body. Shit. I needed that. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants from my bag, pulled them on, then stepped out of my room and headed downstairs. “Yo, you up?” Quinton said when I walked into the living room. “Yeah.” I nodded, my voice rough with sleep as I dropped onto the couch beside him. I leaned forward, reaching for my phone off the coffee table. “When’d you get back?” “Not long ago,” he said casually. Then he smirked. “Somebody named ASSWIPE been blowing your phone up.” I frowned immediately. “What the fuck does he want?” I unlocked my phone and saw that there were about 7 missed calls and one voicemail all from Sebastian. My jaw tightened. “This idiot has got a lot of nerve,” I muttered. Quinton snorted. “You gonna get back to him, or just keep glaring at

Chapter 22: Sober thoughts

SEBASTIAN’S POV I groaned, patting around the nightstand for my phone, squinting at the dim glow of the screen when I finally found it. My head felt heavy, sleep still clinging to me so hard. I answered the call without even checking the caller ID. “You are an asshole.” I frowned immediately, blinking myself awake. “…Zaire?” “It’s me,” he slurred. “You been blowin’ my phone up all day. When I call you, you don’t answer?” “I was sleeping,” I said, my voice rough as hell. There was a pause on the other end. “I know,” he said, then added, quieter, almost thoughtful, “Why do you sound like Barry White?” I rubbed my face. “Barry White?” “Mmhmm,” he hummed. “Your voice is so deep right now. It's giving me goosebumps.” I froze, my breath locking in my throat. I could feel the way my pulse spiked. “…You drunk,” I said , trying not to read too much into what he had just said. He laughed, slow and lazy. “Yes.” His voice dropped quieter now, like he’d leaned closer to the phone. “

Chapter 23: Brown-eyed problem

SEBASTIAN’S POV The private beach was packed today. Families were out on the sand, enjoying the warm sunny day. Kids ran barefoot between picnic blankets, their laughter mixing with the sizzle of barbecues and the low thump of music drifting from somewhere near the dunes. Temporary bars lined the edge of the beach, stocked with alcohol for the adults and soft drinks for kids and anyone who didn’t drink. Ice cream carts did steady business, bells chiming nonstop. Candies, grilled meat, fresh fruit—everything smelled like summer and money. Days like this were a Kingmoore Court tradition. Once in a while, the residents stepped out of their glass houses and marble hallways and gathered by the water, pretending to be normal. The Kingmoore salon, barbershop, and spa had all set up removable stalls right on the sand, white canopies flapping lazily in the breeze. People here were rich—stupid rich—so no one complained about the prices. Most of them didn’t even look at the numbers. It wa

Chapter 24: Hungover

ZAIRE'S POV I was still hungover. I could feel it. Although the headache was gone now , but I was tired as hell. I just wanted to sleep some more. And I definitely didn't fucking want to be around this many snobbish people this early in the morning, especially with the grumpy mood I was in. Rich people were the worst. Trust me. My eyes felt heavy, and they were so red, like I was high or something—all because I barely slept. Honestly, my plan was just to sleep in the whole day, but my cousin had other plans. Instead of going alone to meet his mom's boyfriend's kids, he decided to drag me along for no damn reason. This guy literally dragged me off my bed at six am, after I only had about four hours of damn sleep. We came back from the party around three am for fuck's sake. Couldn't he just let me fucking sleep? I had no business meeting these damn kids anyway. I slept the whole ride from Southridge to Kingmoore Court, but it was not enough. To make matters even worse I find o

Chapter 25: Over The Edge

ZAIRE'S POV His house looked like something from an architecture magazine. It had floor-to-ceiling glass walls, polished stone, and clean modern lines that screamed money. Of course it did. What else did I expect anyway. I scoffed under my breath. "What?" Sebastian asked, unlocking the front door. "Nothing," I muttered. Then I tilted my head slightly, studying the place again. "Just thinking about how convenient it would be to murder you right here in your own house." He chuckled, pushing the door open, and gestured for me to step inside. "You can try," he said casually. "I won't stop you." I stopped walking and looked at him. "You wouldn't?" "Nah." he stepped in behind me, closing the door with a soft click. "If that's what you really wanted," he said lightly, voice dipping just a little lower, "I'd let you." I stared at him. "You're so full of shit," I said, and he laughed, tossing his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door. The inside was just as ridiculous as the outs

Chapter 26: Karma

ZAIRE'S POV I flipped Sebastian on his back and straddled his hips. There was just something about his lip that drove me crazy. Once I kissed him I didn't want to stop. More like I physically couldn't. It happened on the two times we kissed. The first time didn't count because he caught me off guard and I most definitely didn't appreciate being kissed by a guy. Let alone him of all people. "W.. we need to stop." Sebastian whispered hoarsely, his breathe rough as hell against my lips. I ignored him and kissed him even deeper. I subconsciously shifted on top of him and he grunted deeply, his fingers digging into my hips. "Zai please... shit," I stopped and slowly pulled back to look at him. He slightly squirmed under me, his jaw locked tight. I furrowed my brows trying to figure out what was wrong with him and then that was when I felt it. Hard as a rock against my ass. I should have panicked. I know I should have. But the realization that I turned him on. That he was hard b

Chapter 27: Come with me

SEBASTIAN'S POV I dragged Tiffany outside, ready to shut her mouth about whatever she thought she knew about my feeling for Zaire, but before I could even open my mouth, Will, Declan, and Quinton suddenly showed up on my porch. “Woah… what’s going on?” Will asked, his eyes flicking between me and Tiffany. I immediately let go of her wrist, stepping back like nothing had just happened. “It’s nothing. What are you guys doing here?” He didn't seem much convinced but he shrugged. It wasn't his business anyway. “Q got some weed,” he said, jerking his thumb toward Quinton. “We’re heading to my basement for a smoke. You coming?” “Yeah… sure.” I nodded. Beside me, Tiffany let out an irritated huff, muttering something under her breath before turning and storming off down the driveway. Declan raised a brow. “Damn. What’s wrong with her?” I watched her retreating figure, jaw tight. “I’ll talk to her later. She’s just… being weird right now.” “She your girl?” Quinton asked. “Ex,” I c

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

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

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

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