Losers 소설 & 이야기

“ Don’t worry, let’s go to the canteen and have something “, Alina said. “ Ali !! is something wrong with me ?? why the hell all are giving me a weird look “, Avni asked. Alina checked her face and then her clothes when Avni turned she gasped out in surprise and pulled out a sticker from the back of her jacket. “ That’s the reason !!! “, Alina showed her the sticker in the word “ LOSER “ was written in bold and capital letters. “ Who did it with you ?? “, Alina asked. Avni clenched her jaws and said,” I know who did with me, let’s go it’s high time to show them who is the biggest loser “, Avni said. “ Wait ! wait !! are not they those scumbags from morning “, Alina asked. “ Yeah !! they ar

Ace began walking behind him that irritated Edwin. “Came here to talk about the losing competition?” Ace asked. Although he wanted to sound normal, his stupid self wouldn’t leave his stupidity. “We'll see Ace. It’s definitely not us, who are going to lose.” Edwin gritted. “Oh yeah, live in your imaginary world.” Ace chuckled. Edwin stopped walking, and he looked at Ace, gritting his teeth. He shouted “Everyone knows who is the loser, Ace. I guess you haven’t forgotten the previous competition.”

the two girls stared at Joshua angrily, their eyes on the verge of spitting fire. “That won’t do. You have to pay it back,” Joshua narrowed his eyes at them. “I won’t! What can you do? You loser , do you think you can act all high and mighty just because you’ve won a little money? You really think you’re rich now? Think again? You still have a long way to go!” “Exactly! You can’t do anything if I choose not to return the money!” the two girls sneered.

But, this bet has been going on for a long time, when are they going to stop and finish? After a long wait and after the crowd almost lost their voices, the programming was done and one of them had won. With a cry of winning and raising hands to the air, he made a joyous noise and the audience joined with it too. “YES!!! YEAH!” shouted all of them in exception of the loser party and Hestia. As the crowd enjoyed together with the winner, the loser party was just there, his head bowed down to the computer table as he was trying his best to accept his defeat.

She was always an introvert and liked to spend time alone rather than being in company. Much to her happiness, the game ended pretty earlier. All the students sitting on the bleachers started dispersing. “We are all going to Burger Inn. Why don’t you all join us?” Asked Callie to which Judy clicked her tongue turning her face with an annoyed expression. She immediately got a glare from both Laura and Callie. “What?” whined Judy Ignoring her whines, Ann just said “It is okay. It is already late. We would join you guys some other time.”

*GGGGGRRRRRRRROOOOARRRRRRRRRR! "we cant win this!!!"

At that instant, the corner of her lips lifted to form a smirk, and running her hand through her hair, she stated in a complacent manner: “Loser, every single one of you! Hahaha! Goddamn, weaklings! And on top of that, all of you’re sore losers who looks fucking ugly. Might I mention that your breath stinks as well. This is so nauseating. Damn! This place is disgusting, just like all of you. Bunch of lowlifes. Coming here to lick each others wound. Too pathetic I swear. You shouldn’t even be coming to gambling since all you do is lose. Is it fun to earn consecutive loses? How does it feel like? Since I never got to experience it, I am curious. What? What? What

Billie Eilish, SZA, Olivia Rodrigo, all the artists who understood what it felt like to love someone who didn’t love you back the same way. “I love you, I’m sorry” played softly through my speakers. I pulled up the hidden folder on my phone. The one I should have deleted years ago. Us in his old Astoria apartment kitchen, making faces at the camera. Him shirtless, me in his t-shirt, both laughing at something I couldn’t remember anymore. Him sleeping, peaceful, one arm stretched toward where I’d been lying next to him. Me on his lap on the couch, his arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder, both of us watching something on TV.

I will never be twice the loser. Never.