Losers: Part I (Losers, #1)

by Harley Laroux

I used to try to make everyone I met into a friend, regardless of who they were or how they’d treated me. I’d convinced myself that enough kindness could turn anything around, but not everyone was — or deserved to be — a friend. Learning that lesson hadn’t been easy, but painfully necessary.

But Vincent was staring at me with a look I couldn’t fully understand. “What?” I said as he finally took the jacket. He shook his head, slowly, with a sigh that felt so heavy. “Damn. You got me too.”

It made me feel nostalgic, although I wasn’t sure why. Was it possible to feel nostalgia for something you’d never experienced? Bedtime stories, running through sprinklers, playgrounds, and holding your parents’ hand — I longed for things I’d seen only on TV, or enviously watched others experience. I craved it as if it had ever been mine and not only a dream.