Losers: Part II (Losers, #2)

by Harley Laroux

“Girl, wait, I don’t know what’s up, but uh…” She paused, a loud crunching sound coming over the call as she chewed a snack. “You sound different. You sound, like, giddy? Is that a word?” She laughed loudly, and I missed her more than ever. God, I just couldn’t wait to be in New York with — With… It all spilled out. I told her everything, every disastrous, messy detail. I thought she would have an aneurysm when I told her about breaking into the garage and hiding from the boys on their own property. “Holy shit, girl, how are you not in jail? You’re telling me they forgave you for that? I think I’d throw you in the fucking ocean, honestly.” I didn’t mention the punishment that came before their forgiveness; that was too personal. And I had to do some twisting with the story to avoid mentioning our “agreement.” But Ashley got the whole story — at least as much of it as she needed. “Girl, I knew it,” she said, with a satisfied crunch as she took another bite. “I could have seen this coming a million miles away.” I laughed. “Is that so?” “Uh, yeah? I knew it was going to happen after you hung out with Manson all night at that Halloween party! Like it was so obvious you were into him. The other guys are a surprise, but you know…” I could almost imagine her shrugging casually on the other end. “It’s up to you, babe. It’s about what works for you. If you want four dudes in one big house where everybody is loving on everybody, then