Baca Loser Life Novels & Stories

Every impact sent pain shooting through me. I didn't know how many times I rolled before I finally stopped. The blood on the stairs was a blinding red. The three of them looked down at me from above, but my vision grew more and more blurred. My father had caught Jenna with one hand. His other hand could easily have caught me. But he didn't. Or rather, the thought had never even crossed his mind. That was fine. My sister was gone, and my own life was worth nothing now. I could just give it back to them.

Could Avery have been reborn too after running out of the classroom? The more I thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Caleb hadn't lived well during the decades Avery and I were married. I'd heard he'd developed a gambling addiction and eventually sold his house, leaving himself homeless. Even if the two of them inherited everything after my death, with Caleb's gambling habits, it probably wouldn't have taken long for him to lose it all. Maybe life had become harder and harder for them afterward. Maybe that was why she'd finally remembered my worth.

I knew that Trevor would never give up on me that easily. He was a very vain and egotistical person, after all. Back then, he only pursued me relentlessly because I had the top grades in school. It was clear from the way he always said, "I'm so going to brag to all of my friends when you become the valedictorian later!" He even "fell" for someone else behind my back for the sake of his bragging rights. In my past life, Miranda had been the one ending up being the valedictorian, and he immediately kicked me aside without any hesitation to stroke his ego.

Your life shouldn't stop just because he is gone. "But I love him. He left me and I don't want to live anymore. I want him back, Matt. I need him." I said crying. "I understand, babe." He replied embraced me. "Listen to me. You have to live. You can't just put a hold on your life because his gone. You have to show everyone that you are a winner not some pathetic loser that you look like now." "But I don't know how to do it. I’m a loser."

"Damian! Since when do you invite strangers to eat with us? Did you ask me first?" I gave a dismissive shrug. "No thanks. I have things to do." Honestly, I did not know why she still acted so smug. Clara had already filled me in on their situation earlier. Apparently, after I left, both Damian and Waverly had been fired from their jobs for 'improper conduct' and the negative attention their scandal attracted. Since then, Damian had been selling boxed lunches on the street to support their family. Waverly was, as always, a handful. Clara said she fought with Damian every other day and threw full-blown tantrums whenever things did not go her way.

Eventually, Veron could not take it anymore. "That's enough!! You people have no idea who he really is, do you!!" shouted Veron. "Veron, what are you doing?" said Oliver, surprised at Veron's outburst. "You know what Veron? For once that loser was right. What are you doing?" mocked Karen. "We all know he is the biggest loser in Metro City. The fact that he hired actors to pose as our bosses shows how desperate he is to shed his loser image." Aliyah added fuel to the fire.

Ever since my best friend, Aurelia Westbrook, moved in next door, my boyfriend, Xavier Whitmore, couldn’t stop complaining about her. “She’s so completely useless,” he’d scoff. “If she doesn’t know how to cook, she should just order takeout. If she can’t figure out the washing machine, she should take her clothes to the dry cleaner. Why does she have to keep bothering you all the time?” I smiled and tried to explain. “Aurelia’s family went bankrupt. Her mother had to let all the household staff go. Normally, she doesn’t know how to do these things yet.” Xavier still wasn’t convinced. He started making bets with me every single day. “I bet that woman cuts her finger trying to cook again.”