Losers: Part I (Losers, #1)

by Harley Laroux

None of this was on purpose. It just happened and then I didn’t know what to do.

Society wanted things to be labeled, to fit into neat and tidy boxes. Sex was meant to be exclusive, romantic, and flawless. Friends were only friends and never lovers, nothing could grow or change. Who you used to be could never be separated from who you’d become.

How could I be completely honest if I wasn’t sure of my own truth?

Maybe normal people were boring.

She clung to those people because they were familiar, not because they actually did anything for her life.

love is a little different with every person you share it with. Sometimes it’s passionate and romantic, or deep and platonic, or any combination in between.

“Do you ever feel like you’re running out of time? I know we’re young, but sometimes I feel like life is rushing by me so much faster that I can’t keep up with it. Like I missed a lesson everyone else already figured out, or like I’m starting over…”

Even now…I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.”