Losers Club Tee Novels & Stories

Very worrying. The last time I’d seen Princess Laney, she’d given me a sound beating under the guise of sword training. We had made plans for more beatings, I mean, lessons, but I ducked out of Fengarad before she could teach me the many different ways to lie on the ground, crying. Hopefully, she wasn’t mad I’d stood her up. Maybe she didn’t even remember. “He’s part of a group called The Losers. He’s the head Loser.”

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.

I glanced at Cara for an explanation but she rolled her eyes at them. "Because we are the losers club, DeShawn Hunter," she emphasized my name leaning forward to look me in the eyes. "Now you better not be caught with the likes of us. Cara here on the other hand doesn't care about being a loser but you with your good looks and money, you don't want to be caught with us." I expected that. The classic hierarchy stuff and all that but it seemed a bit backward that the losers club would shun me. "Who cares about that?"

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.”

He felt the connection to his late parents, to the people who had worn this ring before him, and he knew that they were finally at rest. "We did it, Oliver," Christina whispered, her eyes filled with tears of joy. "No, Christina," Oliver replied, his voice a low, resonant baritone. "We just started. The empire of the losers is over. Now, we build something real." As the Connors family was led away in handcuffs, their faces masks of pure, unadulterated shame, the Grand Ballroom of the QS Holdings headquarters became a cathedral of hope. The "loser" had returned. And the world would never be the same again.

They had been waiting for the drama ever since I confronted Damian and Waverly at their workplace. Damian's face turned beet red as he glanced around at the gawking crowd. "Waverly, enough! I helped you when you needed it, but stop making a spectacle of yourself. I might not care, but I'm embarrassed for you!" Clara squeezed through the crowd and tried to calm the situation. "Maisie, dear, let it go. The more you fight, the harder it'll be for everyone. At the end of the day, you still have a marriage to protect."

“Golden Retriever energy.” “Hey, Logan,” Lee says, loudly now, “Does the club belong to all of you?” Logan slides open some giant steel and wood stable-type doors. An open-air level, with more exposed beams, strings of industrial bulbs, and a fire pit encircled by wine-red couches. I’m starting to realize that the color scheme subtly represents a vintage American flag. Patriotic. “Enrique and I started the club together,” he answers, “But everyone helps out … and now Jackson is constructing a fight club underneath.” He points to the left, where heaps of sand and building material clutter the area.

I had many questions but decided to wait and see, besides there was nothing to be afraid of. Stepping into a room, I sighted about four guys sitting on a couch and staring into the computer. "Valerie, welcome to the losers club." Wesley introduce with a small smile on his face. "Losers club?" My brows furrowed in amusement and I stepped further into the room staring around. "And you're part of it?" "Of course." Wesley replied, plopping down on a small couch. "Hi, I'm Atlas. Welcome to the losers club." One of the guys stepped forward, stretching out his hands for me.

she handed me a t-shirt branded “ I AM A LOSER “ boldly written behind it. She huffed and sauntered off, yelling at some club members wearing the same t-shirts to stop staring and get back to work. I held the t-shirt up and looked at it, wondering why a sane person will give someone a loser t-shirt to wear just for missing a God-damned rehearsal. I shook my head and shrugged off my backpack to get into work mode… stealing a glance of Claire and Bay, they were no longer kissing. Claire’s attention was on Tammy who is hoisting a heavy bag struggling to maintain her balance.

¶ Karel ¶ “What were you thinking, asshole?” Zaynes' angry voice came too loud in my ears. “Your name has been removed from the soccer team by your captain. No more NSS for you.” There was a sharp ring in my ears as I looked over the field. It became blurry as players packed their bags, boots scraping the concrete like the remnants of my heart. Soccer was the only place where people shouted my name because they wanted me – not because I'd done something wrong. Now someone wants to take that position from me?