If We Could Be Endgame

C h a p t e r 4

Jax glares at me from across the table and I smirk back at him. He scowls and goes back to eating his eggs. I resist the urge and kick him under the table. 

“Sarah, we are gonna drive you into town and get you registered at the school for the rest of the year,” Kali says, getting up to do the dishes. 

“I have to go to school?” I ask, scowling. 

Across the table, Jax snorts, trying to cover it with a cough. I trun my scowl on him and he smirks, his eyebrows quirking up. 

“You’ll go to the private school the rest of them are enrolled it,” Kali says. “You are lucky they will even take you after your past extracurricular activities.”

“I didn’t know the bomb would do that much damage,” I mutter, mostly to myself. “And anyway, that was my first offense.” 

“You mean your first expulsion,” Jasper says. “You were suspended for fighting and talking back too many times to count.” 

“Ya, but they over dramatize it. I wasn’t that bad,” I grunt, pushing ym food around on my plate, my appetite gone. 

“Can I have your food?” French asks from my left. 

“Sure,” I say, handing him the plate. 

“Hey, why does he get it?” Jax exclaims and I turn to him. 

“Cuz I don’t like you,” I say, shrugging and leaning back in my chair, pulling my phone from my pocket. 

“No phones at the table,” Jax snaps and I glare darkly at him. 

“Shut up,” I snap, wrinkling my nose. 

“You aren’t allowed to have your phone out,” Jax says, his voice pitching. 

A text comes through as I am about to open my mouth. I open it and see a photo with the caption “they found out”. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” I say, standing up. 

“Sarah Mae, don’t swear,” Jasper says and I look at him sharply. 

I storm out of the dining room and up the stairs to my room, which I slam the door shut. I collapse onto my bed and punch the air, internally screaming. I stay like that for a few minutes before there is a knock on the door and it creaks open. 

I sit up and throw my phone as hard as I can at the intruder. It hits the edge of the door and drops to the floor, obviously broken. 

Jax stands in the doorway, looking rather shocked at the fact that he just had a phone chucked at his head at full speed. 

“What was that for?” he asks after a few seconds and I glare at him. 

“The school found out someone hacked the system, which means soon they’ll figure out it was me,” I say, grabbing my pillow. 

“Well that sucks and I’m pretty sure your phone is broken,” he says, bending over to retreive it. 

I grab a chapstick from my bedside table and bean him in the back of his head. He stands up abruptly and glares at me. 

“Leave my phone alone,” I snap, jumping off the bed and striding toward him. 

Instead of letting me pick the phone up, he steps over the phone, causing me to back up against the wall. I look up at him, eyes narrowed at his left cheek, cuz eye contact feels weird. He smirks down at me, one hand coming up to cup my cheek and I inhale sharply. 

“What are you doing?” I whisper. 

“I don’t know, what am I doing?” he whispers back, his breath rushing against my neck and causing me to gasp. 

He chuckles as he dips his head lower towards me ear, his breath hot along my neck. He stops as his lips touch my ear and for a moment I almost spin around and reverse this on him, but he is too tall and I can’t even reach his ear on my tippy toes. 

“Don’t throw shit at me, Missy,” he whispers and I shiver again. “Next time I won’t be so nice.” 

Without another word, he twists around and disappears out the door. 

“Also, we leave in 20 minutes for the school,” he calls behind him. 

I shake my head and it bangs against the wall before stepping away and retrieving my shattered phone and chapstick from the floor. 

I shake my curly hair from its confines and begin gathering clothes. I pick out a my favorite green tank with spaghetti straps and a pair of black jean shorts that hug my butt. 

Halfway through changing, I hear my door open and I spin around, glaring at the intruder, who happens to be none other then Jax himself. 

“Really, again?” I snap, crossing my arms under my boobs, which I know lifts them up by the way his eyes drop.

“You have to wear a uniform,” he says, not meeting my eyes. “Here.” 

He holds the blue and white uniform out to me and I snatch it, glaring. 

“You really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked while your changing, anyone could come in,” he says as he disappears back out the door. 

The uniform is a white and navy pleated skirt, white blouse top and navy jacket. I pull my shorts offf and step into the skirt, cursing when it reaches just below my ass. Apperantly my dad gave them the wrong size. Oh well, another huge f you to them. The blouse fits nicely and I pull the jacket on, wishing it had a hood. Or was a hoodie. 

I grab my navy vans and pull them on. They are the newest shoes I own and probably the nicest. Pulling my hair back into a messy bud, a few tendrils snaking out of the bun and down across my face. Last, I run the mascara wand a few times over my eyelashes. 

Taking a deep breath, I grab my backpack and step out of my room, shutting my door behind me. Jax is standing on the first step of the stairs, looking at his phone, and when he glances up, his cheeks color light pink as he looks me up and down. 

“Wrong size?” he asks, his eyes settling on ym legs, which makes me squirm. I don’t, of course, but I want to. 

“Yup,” I say curtly, walking past him and down the stairs. 

I hear him give a low whistle and I whip around, glaring at him. 

“Sorry, won’t happen again,” he says, smirking. “Unless you want it to.”