ROUGH DRAFT of Loser || WlW

New Story, Who Dis?

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For those of you who wanted a sneak peek at the NEW first chapter of Loser (official title is yet to be determined), here it is (: 

Obviously, there's still much to do before I'll be posting this story on Wattpad but this gives you a glimpse into some of the changes that will take place in the new story. 

In terms of aesthetic, there will be a new title and a new cover as well. In terms of the story itself... I'm changing so much that it'll feel like reading a new story while keeping the details everyone loved so it'll kinda be like re-reading at the same time? I don't really know how to describe it.

ANYWAYS

Feel free to leave any questions in the comments (:

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Chapter One

Claire Davis is going to ruin my life.

Those eight words repeat in my head over and over as I step away from the woman I've managed to avoid for the majority of my high school career. Her foamy latte drips down my white shirt, the crumpled remains of the cardboard cup still clutched in her hand.

While she's busy taking in the extent of the damage, I'm busy looking at her. The future prom queen, captain of the cheer squad. She shares her mother's straight blonde hair and light blue eyes. Never a hair out of place, never smudged makeup. Like she's been sculpted into the person the Davis family needs her to be since birth.

I've never been this close to one of the popular kids without them shoving my face against a locker or calling me names. I brace myself for her to tell me off about wasting her eight-dollar latte when her lips pull into a gentle frown.

"Oh my god," she says. "I'm so sorry, Jordan."

A subtle flush rises in my cheeks and I'm glad no one at Jefferson High knows I'm gay or there'd be rumors circulating about me crushing on Claire by tomorrow.

"No, no," I say, peeling the soaked shirt away from my stomach. "I'm the one who was running through the halls. It's my bad."

"You're late for Psych too?"

"Mr. Gomez said he'd drop me if I were late again." I chuckle to lighten the weight of the statement but it's only empty noise. It's my last semester until graduation and I need to pass all my classes if I'm going to walk with the rest of the seniors. I'm already a year older than the rest of my class, I can't get held back.

Claire motions for me to walk with her. "Mr. Gomez is a lot of talk."

"Maybe to you," I say, following her down the long white hallway.

She flashes me a curious look but doesn't respond as she grabs the door handle to the room. I'm thankful when she goes in first, taking the initial heat of everyone's stares before they settle on me.

Mr. Gomez clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest, still clutching an erasable marker in his hand. "Claire. Jordan. Thank you for showing up."

Claire says "Sorry, Mr. Gomez," as I try to duck into my seat before he can return his attention to me.

My hand is wrapped around the back of an empty seat when he looks at me again. "Jordan. I believe the last time you were late I'd informed you I'd drop you from my class if it happened again."

My cheeks go fiery hot and I know my face is bright red. My mind is racing through different responses when Claire speaks up again.

"It was my fault, sir."

Everyone's stare snaps her direction. Her boyfriend, Trevor, stands out because he does a slow turn in his chair, a look of bewilderment on his face as he looks at Claire. Shock furrows into hatred as he redirects his attention to me.