All Chapters of Losers Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

¶ Karel ¶ Every step hurt. My ribs protested each time I breathed. The whistle blew again, but my legs refused to move faster. Jogging now felt too heavy because of the phone in my pocket. Ferdi's text still hung open there. I opened the message for what seemed like the twentieth time. I owe him? Some gift cards or promos? I clicked my tongue sharply against my teeth, cursing out, tightening my grip on the rope with each word. I didn't bother replying, just deleted his number, without a second thought. Dael's strong arms hung over my shoulder. She looked at me longer than usual. Too long like she could tell something was wrong. “Slacking off this early?" She breathed loudly. “Not yet, but soon.” I replied without looking up. Because if I do, Dael would totally read me like a book. “Dude, sure you're okay?" Her light voice came to my ears but the loud screams took my attention. Almost all the students crowded the field like it was some giveaway party. They suddenly stopped ta

¶ Karel ¶ My feet moved on auto pilot because I actually never wanted to go there. Never wanting to even look at the message. But he said he'd give back my position, that's why I'm doing nothing else. I told myself, as I counted the steps to the equipment building. Every step echoed through the empty hallway. I could still turn around. No one would know I was here. Including Ferdi. The image of the roster flashed in my head. My name was gone. My feet kept moving. The dim light in the passage went on. Then footsteps. It wasn't Ferdi. I know because I've got it in my stupid brain that failed to comply. Just as I was about to turn left, I bumped into Zayne. “Watch out–” he started, but eyes turned cold when he saw me. “Karel?"I suddenly felt like itching my head. My lips pressed into a thin line. My jaw clenched unintentionally when I perceived Ferdi's cologne on him. “What are you doing here?” Zayne emptied the silence. I just knew he'd talk first. Always the one to ask questions

¶ Karel ¶ The cold air did nothing to my sweating palms. I found my way back home, flinching at any slight noise around. I stumbled four times on thorns, it still didn't wake me up. Ferdi text still fresh in my brain after the cops were gone. “Two. Mark it on your skin if you have to. So you don't forget who owns them.”Now I owe him something without asking him for anything. Bastard. It was past 2am when I got home. Turned in the keys and entered. I halted mid step when Trenton came in view. His gaze swept my bloody clothes, then my face. He didn't speak. His eyes already said it all. He poured another glass for himself. Making the empty bottle on the floor eight. I scrunched my nose up and headed for my room. Then I heard his dragging voice. “Why did you come back? You should 've stayed where you were.” I bit my tongue till it ached. I wanted to ignore him and just walk off but I turned. “What I do is none of your business. Don't interfere in my mess, I've gotten enough today, Tr