The Dare (Losers, #0.5)

by Harley Laroux

I’d felt proud when I dated Kyle - I’d basked in people’s envy, drinking in their jealousy. Kyle and I had been each other’s status symbols - although we were pretty shitty ones. It was the only thing I really had to hold onto from high school and that... that was pretty lame.

Jessica it's because of him that you were an asshole to manson

Even worse: I knew them. I knew them because, just like I had with Manson, I’d gladly spent my senior year tormenting them, watching Kyle push them around, and flouting my untouchable status in front of them just to see the longing and frustration in their eyes.

you won't be bullying any one ever again will you Jessica

“If it isn’t Jessica fucking Martin.”

we love Lucas already

I wasn’t used to being the hunted one. I’d always called the shots and had the pack to back me up. I had no doubt that I’d made every single one of them that surrounded me now feel that same helplessness.

you only called the shots cause you thought you were untouchable

- I wouldn’t have wanted to hash out all the demons of my past either, especially not with a person who caused some of them.

those demons may be a lot for you Jessica

“What did we used to tell you, Jess? You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us.” Manson’s voice rumbled eagerly from behind me, deepening with excitement, “And if you want to fuck one of us, you fuck all of us.”

we are in love with all the boys

“You’re doing so well, angel, I’m so proud." He spoke gently, his voice soothing. "You look so pretty with your mouth filled up with his cock.”

we love how sharing is caring has been taken to a whole new level with this

He pressed the flat of the blade against my cheek. The metal was shockingly cold and I flinched - but I had nowhere to go. His grip on me kept me still. The blade caressed me, gentle and dangerous. I had begun to regulate my breathing, the better to keep myself entirely still. It was like a meditation, that slow and lingering moment. I was so still that I could feel every sensation in my body: the prickling of goosebumps over my skin,

I would let Manson kill me and I would say thankyou