Winner X Loser 소설 & 이야기

CHAPTER 50 LOU “Okay. Here’s the result” Everyone became silent again as Kath started speaking. “The losers are...” it feels like there is a drum roll effect that is now playing in our ears. I looked at my friends and they looked nervous as well. Hmm, I think this isn’t scripted because they will not feel the same as much as I do if this is a prank. “The losers are Lester, Eloisa, and Jane” and we sighed as we heard the losers. We also laughed because of the reaction of the three. Hoogh! I feel relieved.

"We just think it's unfair for Alex to be treated this way. We watched Sasha grow up. It upsets her that you're picking fights with Alex like this, and he doesn't like seeing her upset. The cycle goes on, but to what end?" I knew Alexander's friends were warning me in the guise of offering me sage advice. They wanted me to back off Sasha Whitmore and Alexander. They had been smoking since we entered the lounge, and the air was thick with the intoxicating stench of tobacco. I kept to the furthest corner, putting distance between us to avoid breathing in all that second-hand smoke.

I'm not your father," I coldly replied. "Why?" "Your last name is Warner. Mine is Chandler. We were never part of the same family." Serene abruptly snatched the phone from Tina and scolded me in displeasure. "What are you saying? You made Tina cry. Come here and apologize right now!"

Josh, on the other hand, just watches me with a creepy intensity, his eyes lingering uncomfortably on my chest. After the pleasantries, we start our set match against them. Maybe it’s my frustration from last night’s conversation with Cassian, but I channel all my energy into the game. My dad and I end up winning, and he is proud of me and our victory helps lift my sour mood. We attract an audience, much like the yesterday, and I notice Cassian among them. It’s a relief that I didn’t spot him during the match; otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate. Even now, seeing him watch me is stirring so many emotions.

We need to move from time to time to prevent that from happening. "Where are we going?" He asked, catching up to my pace and putting his arm around my shoulder. "We're playing." "Fine. Let's play in one condition." Of course, Killian being the forever business minded guy I've ever met, he won't let a single thing passed by without terms and conditions. This CEO, really. "Okay, fire away." O raised my head confidently, making him chuckle. "The loser will grant the winner a wish." I can't help but frown. Why do I feel like I'm going to lose?

Lloyd, my younger brother, isn't interested in baseball either. Now Fenella, the girl I thought would always support me, also doesn't seem to care much about me. The disappointment accumulated again with my consecutive losses and my failure to make it onto the major team this year. "Well, maybe you're right." I suddenly felt a strange sensation in my tongue. "Good then. You don't need to come anymore. Your shouts while selling were so distracting that we kept losing every time you came." Right after I said that, the Major Boston team managed to score the deciding point. The game ended immediately with Boston's victory. I stood up abruptly.

"Then let's debate. Right now. No preparation. Topic: Is winning worth losing yourself?" Mira's throat tightened. That was the question she had been avoiding since she signed the contract. She stood up, walked to the other podium, facing him across the stage. "Affirmative," she said. "Winning is worth the sacrifice because losing means being forgotten, and being forgotten means you never mattered." Sebastian's expression didn't change. But something flickered in his eyes. "Negative," he replied. "Winning at the cost of yourself means you don't exist anymore anyway. You've just built a trophy where your heart used to be."

I feel our tail wag again. "My name's Leonder, but my friends call my Leo" He starts rubbing the sides of our face. There's nothing in his eyes but adoration and contentment as he stares into Honour's dark blue eyes. He glances back over at his jeep, it's still running and the driver side door is wide open towards the road.

"Let's bet, say, our manhood." "What the fuck you talking about?" "I'll bet you a blow job WU loses this football game." "You're kidding me." "Nope. We watch the game together. At the end of it the loser sucks off the winner." "You a faggot or something? Yeah, you're hoping you'll lose."

I will never be twice the loser. Never.