All Chapters of End Game: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ZAIRE'S POVTwo hours.Two whole freaking hours.That was how long I had been lying on Sebastian's bed, tossing and turning while he sat at his desk studying.He had a chemistry test on Monday, so I understood that he needed to study. I really did.At first, I thought I could wait for him to finish. But now? I was bored out of my damn mind. I didn't come all the way here just to stare at the ceiling while my boyfriend studied.I missed him like crazy.I came here because I wanted to see him. I wanted his attention. I wanted to be wrapped in his arms and showered with love and affection. Instead, I had spent the last two hours watching him read the same damn textbook."Seb?" I called.He didn't answer.I frowned. "Seeeebbbb!""What, Zai?" His voice sounded annoyed.I sat up and glared at him.Fuck was he frustrated with me for?"You know, you should have just told me not to come here if you weren't going to pay attention to me."Sebastian finally looked away from his book. "I told you

SEBASTIAN'S POVThe first and the last time I had my ass ate, I was sixteen.It was also the day I bottomed for the first time. I was messing with a guy in my football team back in Manchester. His name was Mason Gallagher. He was a year older, and the team's captain. I was just the new guy, having just transferred from St Jose High to that school toward the end of that year. Most of the time he was the one who bottomed but we decided to switch that night at his house. I fucked him first and then he took over. The part I actually enjoyed was when he ate me out. It felt nice, I couldn't lie. But the problem came when he fucked me.At no point did that feel good for me. I tried waiting it out, thinking maybe it would get better. Maybe the pleasure would kick in. But that never happened. I ended up telling him to stop because there was no point. He was just hurting me.I remember, my body didn't take that intrusion very well either. For like five days, I had a constant pain in my lowe

ZAIRE'S POVReggie was leaning against his 4X4 Chevy truck, one hand shoved into the pocket of his leather jacket while the other held a lit cigarette between his fingers. His jet-black, curly hair still looked a little damp, falling over his eyes.That nigga was the definition of a bad boy. Dark clothes, leather jackets, tattoos, piercings, and a serious attitude problem. He was the kind of person who simply didn't give a fuck about anything. Cocky, arrogant, and rude as hell whenever he felt like it.Which was probably one of the first things that made us click.The first time I met him, I was in the dean's office because of my own bullshit. He had just transferred to our school and was sitting there with the most bored expression I'd ever seen. He looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.I greeted him, but that nigga just stared at me like I'd personally disturbed his fucking peace. I stared right back, and because I didn't give a shit, I hit him with a simple, "Well, nigga, fuck

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SEBASTIAN'S POV"HA! I FUCKING WON!"Maggie threw her hands into the air, laughing like she'd just won the damn lottery.I stared at the board in disbelief. "You cheated.""Boy, shut your sore-loser ass up," she said, reaching for the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table."I didn't lose. You cheated."Dad burst out laughing from the armchair beside Mom, who was shaking her head with an amused smile."Seb, son, just accept defeat. There's no shame in losing to your sister."I slowly turned toward him. "You literally helped her five minutes ago.""I did no such thing.""You told her to buy that property!""It's called strategy." Dad shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself.I rolled my eyes.This was exactly why I hated playing board games with my family. Nobody ever played fairly, and somehow, I was always the bad guy whenever I called them out on their bullshit.Mom leaned forward and began gathering the pieces. "All right, enough arguing. Who wants another round?""Not me," I sa