Endgame

by Cara E Holt

  “How nice.” Everly states, her jaw tight.

  “In that case Everly can hang out with you then. Give her a tour of the basement.” Sophie suggests, looking from me to Dom.

  “Oh, there’s no need.” I hear Manchester quickly protest and I look up to see she is bright red in the face and mortified at the idea.

  “Sure Mrs M. We’ll take good care of her.” I reply, which earns me a wide smile from Sophie. When Sophie averts her gaze to Ollie I offer Manchester a smirk. She scowls at me again and she looks like she wants to murder me.

  “Come on Everly. Let’s give you the grand tour.” Dom announces as he stands and shoves more bacon in his mouth.

  I make sure she ends up walking in front of me, so I can get a good view of that cute arse of hers. I lean into her ear as we walk.

  “You dream of me last night Manchester?”

  “You wish.” She snaps back and I chuckle in response. I like that I affect her.

  We enter the gym and I watch her walk round and take in all the equipment.

  I saunter past her and do some chin ups. I watch her through the mirror as she watches me. Is it me or is she having a good look at my chest. She realises I am watching her through the mirror and goes bright red. Yep Manchester, I caught you checking me out. The sooner she admitted she wanted me, the sooner I could fuck her out of my system. She mumbles to Dom about taking a look around and scurries out of the room.

  “Your step-sister wants me.” I tell him grinning.

  Dom frowns. “You think so? I wouldn’t be so sure Grayson. She’s not like most other girls.”

  Monday morning at sixth form I’m walking through the main entrance with Ben and Harry when I spot her. Shit! She looks really fucking good in our school uniform. She is walking towards us, looking puzzled at a piece of paper. She smacks into my chest.

  “Well if it isn’t Manchester.”

  She looks up and meets my eyes and I hear her groan. I walk over to her and grab the paper out of her hand before she can protest. “You lost Manchester?” I ask. I grin inside as an idea springs in my brain. I give her directions to her first class and she looks at me surprised and mumbles a thank you before she dashes off. I feel a shit after she has gone. I had sent her in the complete wrong direction. I just had this overwhelming urge to wind her up. I also had this overwhelming urge to kiss those pretty lips. Jesus, what was with me? I needed to go get laid and soon.

  I’m sat in my seat in class listening to the teacher when the door opens and Manchester stands there hesitantly. She apologises, her cheeks red. The teacher ushers her in and I see her scan the room for an empty seat. There’s only one and it’s slap bang in front of me. I quickly slouch in my seat and put one foot up on to her chair. She rushes over and I see her spot my feet and then her face harden when she meets mine. Ouch! “Fuck!”

  She just kicked my ankle, hard. I drop my foot off her chair and rub my ankle. The teacher tells me off for swearing and Manchester grins at me and sits herself down. As soon as the teacher turns her attention back to the projector screen, I lean forward and tug on a piece of her chocolate locks. Her hair smells good. Fuck me! Was I really smelling her hair?

  “One all Manchester.” I whisper into her ear.

  Lunchtime I’m sat scrolling through facebook on my phone when Izzy shouts Everly’s name. I look up to see her stood there with a tray in her hand. She looks a little lost and unsure of herself for once. She smiles and waves at Izzy and walks this way. She is even prettier when she smiles. I frown, was I really thinking about this girls smile now? Get a fucking grip Grayson!

  “Come sit.” Izzy tells her patting the empty seat next to her.

  “Sorry Manchester, but that seat is taken.” I state and it causes her eyes to fall on me. I honestly think she hadn’t noticed me there until that point, because the minute she sees me, her facial expression changes from one of friendliness to hostility.

  Izzy glares at me. “Grayson. Don’t be a shit”

  I shrug at Izzy and my gaze falls back on brown eyes, that glare at me. She smiles at Izzy and tells her she is going sitting with some girl called Lottie.

  “How’s the ankle?” She asks me looking down at me with a snigger and she walks off before I have time to think of a witty come-back.

  My eyes follow her to the table she stops at. I honestly thought she would sit with us. She seems to get on well with Izzy, but she surprises me and goes and sits with one of the quiet tables. I watch one of the boys at the table whose name I don’t know take her in and his eyes widen with interest. Yeah, jog on mate, she is way too good for you.

  Dom plonks his tray down beside me and Izzy is straight in there.

  “Grayson scared Everly away. He was a shit with her.”

  Dom gives me a questioning look and I shrug. “What?”

  “You’re not going to get in her pants by scaring her away.”

  “Ha fucking ha. Besides,” I say with a shrug, “I’m not sure I want in her pants anymore.”

  Dom chuckles and slaps me on the back. “Sure you don’t bud.”

  I quietly eat my dinner as the others chat around me. I watch Manchester eat and chat to the group she is with. She smiles warmly at them and laughs. One of the girls says something to her and looks my way and she follows her gaze to me and our eyes meet. She glares at me and then grins and gives me the finger. I laugh out loud and everyone at my table looks at me like I’ve blown it.

  “What’s funny?” Owen asks, looking around the room.

  I shake my head, still chuckling. “Nothing.” When I look back over at Manchester she is looking at me puzzled. Manchester was feisty and fuck if I didn’t love it.

  “Grayson.” Purrs a voice and Paige sits herself on the table beside me. Paige had been after getting into my pants again since I fucked her at a party last year. Truth be told, I didn’t like the girl, she was poisonous, one of those girls who dug her claws in and would not let go. She was blocking my view of Manchester.

  After Lunch it’s rugby practice. I’m running late due to having a quick fumble in the common room with Darcy. I run out on to the field and falter as I spot Everly sat on a bench engrossed in her phone. Owen throws the ball out to Ben and I jog over to Dom when I hear a couple of the guys swear.

  “Fuck, is that Everly?” Dom asks sheltering his eyes from the sun with his hand, a look of concern on his face.

  “Man, that must have hurt. That girl got the ball full in the face.” Says Henry, one of the boys on our team. I follow their gazes and see Owen bent over Everly, who is holding her face in her hands. Before I know what I’m doing, I jog over there. I see her stand and wobble and I shove past Owen and lift her up into my arms. She looks up at me in shock.

  “Put me down right now!” She barks at me and I grin and shake my head. Not a chance princess.

  “You were falling all over the place, you can’t walk.”

  Her response is to huff and fold her arms. She is as light as a feather in my arms. Up close her eyes are even more stunning.

  “Put me down and get someone else to carry me.” She demands, and I just laugh and ignore her.

  “Only you could sit near a rugby pitch and get socked in the eye with a ball.”

  “I bet you threw it at me.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “You might drive me insane Manchester but even I wouldn’t purposely hurl a ball at your pretty little face.”

  She looks at me puzzled again and then turns away and refuses to look at me.

  “Who were you texting before?” I ask, wondering if there’s a boyfriend back up north. There must be, I mean look at her.

  “None of your damn business posh. Just hurry up and get me to the nurses’ office.”

  The nurse examines her and doesn’t think she has concussion. She leaves us alone to go of. We bicker back and forth both winding each other up and I have to quell the urge to grab her face and kiss the shit out of her. She tells me to go and drop the knight in shining armour act. I stalk forwa
rd until I am stood between her legs and I see her freeze still. She can say what she likes, but I affect her.

  “You think you have me all figured out Manchester?” I ask her, my eyes burning into hers. “You don’t know anything about me, but I get the feeling you want to.”

  She huffs and looks over my shoulder, avoiding my gaze. “Trust me, I do not.”

  I lean in closer and she tries to lean back without falling over. My head is inches from hers, her mouth so close and I want to kiss the fuck out of her. “You mean you haven’t thought about my lips on yours, or the way it would feel to have my hands on your bare skin.”

  “No.” She replies shakily and look over at the door, like she is willing the nurse to come back in and save her.

  “Rumour has it you have a tattoo.”

  She looks back at me and she is surprised.

  “Dom told you about my tattoo?”

  “Actually, the boys were talking about you at lunch trying to guess your bra size and Ben told everyone that Abi said you had a tattoo.”

  “Why the fuck were you guys discussing my bra size?! That is so not right.”

  I shrug. “We’re guy’s.” I have to admit, I did not like the guys talking about her bra size, it majorly pissed me off. My eyes wander to her tits. “So where is it? Please tell me it’s on that fine ass and says something like bite me?”

  She doesn’t look impressed and I grin

  “it isn’t on my arse. So what bra size did you go for?” She asks suddenly looking at me curiously.

  “I said you were a perfect D.”

  “Ha, wrong Mr thinks he’s an expert.” She laughs clearly thrilled that I got it wrong.

  “I’d be able to guess better if I could have a feel.” I tell her playfully as I run my tongue over my bottom lip, thinking about my lips on her tits.

  “You try to cop a feel and I’ll give you a black eye to match mine.” She growls at me, but she does it with a smile. I like it when she is playful with me. I like it when she smiles at me. Fuck I’m turning into a right pussy.

  I lean in closer to her. “One day sweet cheeks you’ll be begging me to have a feel.”

  The nurse lets her go after a while and I walk her to her next class, although she is reluctant after the trick I played on her this morning. When we reach her class, I announce that my shift as her knight in shining armour is over which earns me a genuine smile from her. As I walk to my next class I smile to myself, Manchester was fun, I liked being around her.

  I fucking dreamt about her again last night. What the fuck is going on in my head? I was going fucking soft. I need to put Manchester out of my head. I needed to sink myself balls-deep in another girl and forget about her. I make my way to the common room and frown when I see her in there with her group of friends. I’m sit myself on the arm of the sofa and listen to Owen talk about the football game last night when Milly comes over and put her hand on my shoulder.

  “Hey Grayson.”

  “Hey Mill’s.” I smile, she flutters her eyelashes at me. God why was it so easy with some girls. If I’m being honest, it was so easy it was starting to get old.

  “You going to the club tonight?”

  I smile and put my hand on her waist. “If you’re going, then I may be there.”

  She giggles and tells me excitedly that she will be there. I lean into her hair and whisper in her ear.

  “How about you and me find a quiet corner tonight?”

  She giggles again like a silly school girl. “I’d like that.”

  Smiling I lean into to whisper in her ear and tease her about what I had planned when I find her eyes on me. She’s looking at me with a strange expression on her face. It looks like jealousy, but I know it can’t be. I whisper into Millie’s ear about what I want to do to her whilst all the time I keep my eyes on Manchester. I wink at her and she rolls her eyes and folding her arms turns away. I stop what I am saying when I see that guy sit himself down beside my girl and whisper in her ear. He’s all smiley and flirty. I want to go over there and rip the fucker away from her. I’m even more pissed when she smiles warmly at him. She doesn’t scowl at him like she does with me all the time.

  “Grayson. Are you listening to me?”

  I look in front of me and Millie is frowning at me, looking pissed off. “Course I am pretty girl.” I pat her waist. “We’ll talk later okay.” I gently push her from between my legs and dismiss her without a second glance.

  Lunchtime comes around and I’m still in a pissed off mood. I embarassed her in front of the whole class just now and I actually feel a shit for doing so. Maybe I should apologise to her. My phone pings and it is photo from Millie in her bra. I order my food, slightly distracted. Suddenly someone shoves roughly into my side, my tray flies forward and up the plate of food tips forward all down my fucking shirt. What fucking tool had knocked into me?

  “Fuck!” I grumble as I look down at my shirt, that is now dripping with mushroom sauce.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry, I stumbled.”

  I look up, instantly recognising that distinct cute northern accent. Everly stands there and well I hope she doesn’t have dreams of becoming an actress, because I can see right through her fake apology. She did this on purpose! This was payback for what happened in class. Sure thing sweet girl, we can play this game. I loosen my tie and grinning at her start to unbutton my shirt. She stands there staring at me open mouthed as I take off my shirt. Her eyes fall on my naked chest and stay there. Manchester likes what she sees and that makes me grin delightedly.

  I lean into her ear. “If you wanted to see me shirtless Manchester, you only had to ask. Good comeback Sweet cheeks. It’s game on.” I turn my back on her then and order my food again before joining the guys at our table.

  “What was that about?” Dom asks me puzzled, he looks over my head to where Everly is.

  I grin. “Just me and your little step-sister having some fun.” I really was having fun too. Everly Taylor was smart and gorgeous and funny and she was good at playing me at my own game, too good. Fuck what I said earlier about forgetting her. I was about to up my game. Manchester would me mine.