All Chapters of End Game: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SEBASTIAN'S POV I had always been a calm person. Very quiet and closed off to basically everyone until I got to know and feel comfortable around them. Will always joked that we would have never become friends if we hadn't ended up on the same football team. He said I looked rude and like I had a stick up my ass-which I totally disagreed with by the way. A lot of people also called me nonchalant just because I never seemed to let anything bother me. It wasn't that I didn't care. I just knew what was worth my time and energy, and what wasn't. So the point? It took a lot to get under my skin. There were only a handful of things that could make me lose my composure. Right now, I had lost every bit of it. I was fuming. Never in a million years did I think Kai, of all people, would pull something like this. After everything? My hands tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I turned onto Kai's street and pulled up outside his dorm building. Their cu

ZAIRE'S POV I pulled into the employee parking lot at Kingmoore Court Golf Club. The place was massive. Rolling hills of perfectly manicured emerald-green grass stretched for what looked like miles. Small ponds, sand traps, and tall oak and maple trees were scattered across the course. There were dozens of shiny white golf carts lined up in neat rows along the paths, waiting for members to arrive. The clubhouse stood proudly in the center of it all. It looked more like a luxury country estate than a place to play golf. The two-story building was built with warm beige stone and rich red brick, topped with dark charcoal roofing and tall white columns framing the grand entrance. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the morning sunlight, making the entire building gleam. I couldn't lie. The place was nice. I climbed out of my car and spotted Quinton waiting near the employee entrance with his arms folded. The second he saw me, he laughed. "You actually came." "I told you I w

SEBASTIAN'S POV It was like opening the floodgates. That was how hard my blood rushed through my body the second my lips touched Zaire's. Uncontrollable and turbulent, so much so that I felt light headed for a split second. A groan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. I'd missed him. God... I'd missed him so freaking much. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him flat against me. He immediately cupped my face, his fingers sliding into my hair as he kissed me like he'd been starving. Like he'd missed me just as much as I'd missed him. I let him have his way with me at first, letting him set the pace as our mouths moved together. His lips were warm and familiar, and somehow, after everything that had happened between us, kissing him still felt like coming home. Suddenly, Zaire stopped and pulled back slightly. A small frown etched on his gorgeous face. "Don't you want to kiss me, Seb?" I raised a brow. "I'm literally doing that." He pouted, shaking his h

WILL'S POV The silence was deafening. I leaned against the headboard, trying to catch my breath. Reggie was sprawled out on the other side of the bed, breathing just as heavily. We had just done what we only ever did when we were together. Sex. That was all it had ever been and always would be between us. After Sebastian left to meet Zaire, I shamelessly texted Reggie to ask if he was down to fuck, and his horny ass didn't even hesitate. He texted me that he was at work but I should come over anyway. Turns out he lived in the basement loft of the auto shop where he worked. So why was shit awkward right now? Well... for the first time since we started sleeping together, we actually kissed. Like on the damn lips. I didn't know how it happened or who started it but the next thing I knew, we were eating each other's faces. I wished I hated it. Or at least he sucked at it so I could mock him for it. But that boy knew how to kiss just as he knew how to fuck. Now I was tor

SEBASTIAN'S POV After we left St. Jose High at the end of the hearing, a few of the guys and I decided to head to Wendy's to grab something to eat. Our suspension had already started, so we basically had nothing to do while the rest of our classmates were at school getting an education. The whole drive there, my teammates wouldn't stop complaining and cussing. The idea of having to work with the St. Jose players was hard for them to accept. They were pissed. As for me, I really didn't have a problem with it. Like I'd said before, I had my own reasons for getting involved in the rivalry in the first place. Now that I didn't have to keep up the charade anymore, I didn't care about the stupid rivalry. I had no problem with any of those guys. Well... some of them were still complete assholes. But that was beside the point. There were usually barely any people at Wendy's before noon on weekdays. But after school, the place was always packed with students. We sat at our usual ta