Losers Romane & Geschichten

"Why are you with the losers?" "Did you finally lose your mind?" The taunts and insults from my supposed friends made an already frustrating situation even more challenging. I could feel the weight of their words, and it was infuriating. Lorrie shot me a look, clearly disturbed by the comments, and even Scott seemed upset. “So, in your world, we’re losers, huh?” Lorrie responded, her tone challenging. "Please ignore them," I sighed, trying to keep my frustration in check. "There are more important things to do than to deal with these idiots."

"Please do something. " I lost.

When she looked up, she saw five faces looking at her as if they were watching a ghost. “What?” she asked them. “Did you expect me to die of an ankle injury?” “Well, you missed everything.” “What did I miss?” “Everything!” “Which is?” “The loser’s obligations to the victor.” “What!” “You missed your share of the duties and brought dishonour to us!” “What the hell are you talking about?” “She doesn’t know about loser’s obligations!” “See. When a house loses two matches out of three, they are declared a loser and they have to perform the loser’s obligations to the victors.”

she introduce herself and wink at them with her hazel eyes. "I'm Nadia" "I'm Marsha" "Crystal by name" "I'm Lora " "Nice to meet..." Diane voice trailed off as the loud screams of girls filled the hallway. "What the fûck is going on here?" Darelle ask no one in particular in annoyance. If there's anything he hates more than being touched and hug, that is noise. The screams from the girls were growing more closer and louder. Darelle gritted his teeth in anger. He is already regretting why he came to the academy. Apart from the fact that girls are loud creatures, most of them are all flirts!.

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.

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.”

I turned to leave, but Keith stopped me once more. This time, the grin on his face was gone, replaced by barely concealed rage. "Must I spell it all out for you? I'm going to steal everything away from you and the Warners! Then, I'll have those two kicked out of the family. "I don't love her or her b*stard kid anyway! Aren't you mad?" My face remained calm and blank, as if I felt nothing for Serene and Tina anymore.

“What?” “Freshman year. Business law. Failed it completely. Had to retake the module.” Something moved at the corner of his mouth that wasn’t quite a smile. “I told everyone I’d switched electives. Nobody knew.” “I didn’t know that.” “Nobody did. That was the point.” I considered this. Jamie Grayson, who ran a company worth more than most small countries, who moved through rooms like the laws of gravity had been written specifically for him — failed a module and hid it from everyone for years.

Not of being exposed. Of losing him.

Corinna looked at him for a moment. "You're right," she said. "Patience without discernment is waiting. But action without understanding what you actually have —" she held his gaze "— is how you lose assets you can never recover." The moderator moved on quickly, the way good moderators did when something in a panel suddenly had two layers. The room had felt it. Several people shifted in their seats. Someone in the third row leaned toward the person beside them. Dorian, she knew without looking, was somewhere in that audience.