Losing At A Game Novels & Stories

Jaden's POV * Tonight is the day we all been training our butt off for. Winning tonight game can leave us with a future to look forward to, especially for people like me hoping to get a scholarship to college and loosing would mean looking for another means to survive through college but just like coach Mike said earlier. Loosing tonight game doesn't mean we are failures, it simply means we should put in more work and come back better but I doubt there would be another chance like this one for me.

Mine were steady and deliberate. "You’re afraid of losing?" Jonathan suddenly asked. "I can’t afford to lose." I placed my next piece. Jonathan let out a quiet chuckle. "Life is a losing game. No matter how hard you struggle, you end up losing anyway." I didn’t argue. By the time dawn approached, the final game ended. A draw. I started to gather the pieces, ready to return to my room. Suddenly, Jonathan’s hand pressed down on the board. He lifted his head, his deep eyes locking onto mine.

" I say forcing a smile. "There's someone else?" He asks and I don't even have to say anything because he can see it on my face. "Okay so how about one game before we leave?" I ask feeling horrible for ruining our date. "Are you sure?" He asks. "Are you scared to lose?" I ask back and Nick smirks. Playful Nick is back and that eases me a little. We play around for a while, he lets me win but swears he didn't. Then he takes me home.

Ocean’s POV Losing always left a taste in my mouth I couldn’t wash out. It wasn’t just frustration, it was sharper and heavier than that. After a loss, it always seemed like something had slipped through my fingers when I should have held on to it tighter. The locker room buzzed with low voices, the sound of gear being tossed around, lockers slamming shut, and water running somewhere in the background. Nobody was loud. Instead, the atmosphere was filled with that dull, collective irritation that came with a bad game.

He held his head in agony, a sound like a trapped beast wailing in his throat. He finally understood. He had completely lost his treasure.

When we stepped out of the elevator, the lobby was empty except for two staff members standing behind the reception desk. "But, uh, h-how? I'm fairly certain there was no one behind me "I said this while crossing my arms like a child. Logan laughed and held the glass door open for me. "You were only looking ahead and behind you. People can always come at you from the side "Logan was telling me about how I lost the shooting game we played as a group. I mumbled, "Stupid game." Logan laughed, throwing his head back. "Every game you win is the best game ever, and the ones you lose are either stupid or we're cheating," he charged, and I agreed silently. After all, no one enjoys losing, do they?

There was no winning this game. Only different ways to lose.

Alexandria’s POV The night was going well. That was the problem, in hindsight. When things go well at events like this one, you stop scanning. You get comfortable. You let the good wine and the good lighting and the small victories accumulate into something that feels like safety and you forget that safety in a room full of people like this is always provisional. I was standing near the terrace doors with a glass of water, Jamie two feet away finishing a conversation with Hartwell, when I heard it.

ZAIRE'S POV My eyes briefly drifted to the scoreboard and the little time that was remaining. WARRIORS 15 - 13 THE SAINTS I could practically hear my breathing echoing in my ears as I took my stance. We were on defense and no matter what, we had to see out the game. A two-point lead was nothing in football. One broken tackle. One missed assignment. One mistake, and everything we had fought for tonight was gone. It had been very tight and close all game. Everyone was on it, but so was the opponents. We barely gave each other anything, that was why the scoreline was so low.

“They think they can talk shit and get away with it. I’ll teach them a lesson.” This time, the stakes were five times higher. Adrian won only one game out of the next 20 games. He lost close to 500K by the end of it. Again, the people at the table mocked him harder this time. Adrian was upset, but he didn’t listen to their words anymore. He had lost too much by then. He no longer had the zeal to win and shut their mouths, so he logged out and then uninstalled the app. He looked at the bank balance in his account.