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Back Losers: Part I Save as PDF
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  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

“All those fucks are going to be at a house party this Saturday,” he said. “It’s at Nate and Danielle’s house in the Heights. Since they thought it was funny to come and thrash our shit, we think it would be pretty damn funny to return the favor.”

Of course — the very same party I’d gotten an invite to that morning. But there was a problem they may not have considered.

“How are you going to get in?” I said. The entire community of Wickeston Heights was gated, and you were required to have your name put in at the guardhouse before you’d be allowed inside.

“Well, you got an invite to the party, didn’t you?” Jason said. A door clicked shut, and I glanced back to see Manson had emerged from the garage and was making his way over to us.

“Yeah, I got invited,” I said. “Let me guess: you want me to RSVP, get my name put in, and then I’ll get you all inside?”

“Exactly,” Jason said, speaking rapidly with excitement. “I’ve got paintballs sitting in a cooler with dry ice, and we’ll have all the tools we need stored in the back of the Bronco. The last thing we’ll need is a distraction.”

“I’m great at being distracting,” I said, and Manson chuckled. My brain was already churning with ideas, but Lucas was still glaring at me.

“You’re volunteering to come along and fuck up your friends’ night?” he said. “Really?”

“They’re not my friends,” I said quickly, and Lucas rolled his eyes. “I mean it, they’re not! They destroyed your cars and left me here to take the blame. Alex is a complete asshole creep and Danielle is a backstabbing bitch.” I folded my arms. “So no, they’re not my friends, Lucas.”

He held up his hands. “Hey, whatever. But you’re sounding defensive. Maybe a little guilty…maybe a little uncertain…”

“Lucas…come on, man.” Jason shook his head. “She wants to come.”

“Never said she couldn’t,” Lucas said. He leaned close to me again, the challenge obvious in his posture. “All I’m saying is that I don’t think she’s going to rise to the occasion. I don’t think she’s down.”

“I think she is,” Manson said. “You love a challenge, don’t you, Jess? Because this is going to be a big one.”

“I’m ready for it,” I said. “You’ll see. You guys aren’t the only ones who want payback.”

Lucas still didn’t look as if he believed me. But Jason sounded excited when he said, “Perfect. We’ve got this in the fucking bag.” He fired a shot, hitting the window right where it was cracked and shattering the glass. “Saturday is going to be fun.”

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