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Back Losers: Part I Save as PDF
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  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

“I’ll decide when I’m done drooling, asshole!” he called, but Vincent ignored him. He opened a door in the hall, rummaging around in the storage closet, before he pulled out a large bag. “Here are the toys from Satin. You remember where his room is, right?”

I nodded as I grabbed the bag. Jittery nerves had my stomach feeling like a shaken can of soda — but what did I have to be nervous for? It was just Jason…sharp-eyed, unassuming Jason, who looked at me like he could see under my skin, who’d eaten me out until my legs shook. Who was rather ridiculously well-endowed…

Yeah. Nothing to be nervous about at all.

I marched up the stairs, aware of Vincent’s eyes on my back the entire time. I didn’t look back, but I did hear him say to Manson and Lucas, “Hurry up and get on Discord. Jason’s going to have his headset on.”

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Jason

Only thirty seconds remained, and I’d just planted the bomb.

DumpTruckKiller and I were the last two alive, and the enemy team was moving in. I crouched behind a wall as the bomb ticked, wincing when DumpTruck cursed sharply over the headset and said, “Shit, I’m down.” It was just me, then. One versus five. The clock ticked down.

Ten…nine…eight…

A helmet popped out in an alley, and I fired, killing him instantly. If one was here, the others wouldn’t be far behind.

Six…five…four…

Two more. I took out another enemy with a headshot, but the second one dodged me, crouching behind barriers as they made their way closer to my location. Footsteps pounded behind me and my screen flashed red as gunfire popped, my health bar rapidly declining with only two seconds remaining.

The round ended, VICTORY popping up on the screen. There were several cheers through the headset as I leaned back, stretching my arms over the back of my chair. “And that’s how it’s done, boys. Good game.”

Echoes of the same answered me, along with the high-pitched shrieking of some obnoxious kid on the other team, who I quickly muted. Someone in chat was raging too, typing furiously, CampBloodCouncilor is hacking. WTF was that headshot? Reported. I laughed, setting the headset aside for a moment. They could report all they wanted, but I wasn’t cheating.

“Wow, that was pretty exciting.”

I banged my knee on the desk from turning so fast. Jessica stood in my open doorway, a black plastic bag in her hand. She was wearing — holy fuck — a tiny maid costume, a collar with a bell, and cat ears.

My mouth hung open for a moment. Had I passed out? Was I dreaming? Had Vincent put magic mushrooms in my breakfast again?