It 2017 Losers Club Novels & Stories

"Mateo, he's still young. You just scared him. Can't you be a little bit more polite?" Young? Chad was 25, while I was 26. This was my place. Why should I be the one backing down? I gave her a quiet, incredulous laugh. As Quinn realized how ridiculous she sounded, she cleared her throat and added, "I mean... Chad's a guest. It's rude to kick a guest out, right? Just then, her phone buzzed. I glanced at it. It was a message from Chad. "Sorry, Quinn. Maybe I don't deserve to be around you. I won't bother you anymore."

Then she slipped upstairs to make another entry in her book. ~*~ On Sunday afternoon Emily came over to hang around in her room and just watched a senseless show. "We need a motto for our club, too," Emily suddenly said. "Like 'Winning isn't everything.' or 'Useful as the G in Lasagna.'" Jane giggled, but then she had a sudden inspiration. "I have it. 'Not all losers are born. Some are made. Others have losing thrust upon them.'" "Where did you get that?" Emily asked suspiciously.

PLease look forward to the sequel of "Who's the Loser now?" With Gratitude and Regards, JDHWS

The Stepford Wives club ditched me the minute we left the packhouse again. Joan: Bitches be bitches. Emily: Yeah…don’t worry Celeste! They'll be big, fat, and pregnant soon enough while you are partying it up with us at college! LoL! I outwardly laugh at Emi’s comment and get a glare from the guys. “So…where is this club, Celeste?” Alpha Callen asks. “Oh! Sorry! It’s just in town. It’s called ‘The Howlers Hub’.” “That sounds more like a bar than a club,” Alpha Callen says, sounding skeptical but typing it into his G****e Maps app.

The deal had not succeeded. I knew what happened to that kind of debt when the premise it was built on collapsed. I had watched it happen to other people. I had been, in some of those cases, one of the forces that made it happen. Not maliciously. Not carelessly. The market was the market. People lost everything. I looked at the date of Daniel Thorne's death. Then I looked at the date I had signed off on the final terms. Forty-eight hours. I set the file down.

Her heart spoke, “Naaahhhh. He would have fucked a hundred girls by now.” “Haha, completely agree with you.” It was the first time her mind and heart agreed. She opened the laptop and typed in his name. There was no news about him except that he was named as the Most Eligible Bachelor US, had won the Times Most Influential People of the Year Under 30, and was named as the Sexiest Man Alive. She smirked. Huh. This is what he is. Sex on legs. But she hated him. She still remembered the day she had fled from him. Flashback Starts

One that I knew I wasn’t going to like. “Hey,” said Gemma, mid-way in between the lecture, “my birthday is this weekend. My roommates and I are going out clubbing. You’re coming with me, right?” I smiled. Normally, that wouldn’t have been something I wanted to do. But with the way that Octavious Luna was looking at me like I belonged to his family, I wanted to do something reckless. Going to a club and dancing the night away with strangers seemed like the perfect solution to that. “Yeah,” I told her, “That sounds like a lot of fun.”

" They were so persistent that I willed myself to ignore the itching and burning in my throat. Clapping a hand over my nose and mouth, I hurried to the table, picked up a glass of beer, and downed it in one go. I then turned and made a beeline for the door. Caleb lounged on the couch and called out to me, "Hey, where do you think you're going? We're not done drinking. You need to have a drink with each of us, princess." "That's right. This is what hanging out is all about. You can't drink and leave without tossing some jokes around. We're not all that bad, right?" Breathing became difficult as if a leaden weight pressed down on my chest. At some point, I couldn't even make out what they were

They both seemed like they were congratulating me for being here. “You guys, stop it! We’ve already talked about this.” Mary said as she settled down, facing both guys. “Talked about what?” I asked as I sat down right beside Mary. “About putting an end to the so-called ‘losers’ club,’” Mary replied, deliberately accentuating the losers’ club. “Yeah, we did, but we don’t know how.” Rock started. “Look around, Mary Jane Espinosa. Everyone’s looking way better than they were last school semester, and we are still … us.”

CHAD May 15th 2018 I carelessly slam the door to my car, furious that my safe was broken into and no one knows anything about it. Now I'm slightly freaking out how I'm going to come up with the lease money in a week. The business has slowly started to dwindle, I have no Maddie, no Mal, Caddie and no one's seen Layla either. The entire East wing of the club is fucking cursed.