"See you at the games Freshman." (Maxley)

College X games :D

Woohooo !!

Max's POV:

I was honestly a little worried for the games. I totally choked at tryouts and barely made the cut.
And my dad warned me that the Gamma's might cheat, but he's uhh, goofy.
And to be honest, I didn't want to hurt Bradley on accident, but knowing him he won't be holding back on me.

But when me and Team 99 sat atop that slope with the Gamma's I felt anxious.
The ref shot his pistol and we took off, the Gamma's taking the lead. My foot came and scrapped the ground so much my leg started to burn, and I swear the sole of my shoe broke a bit.
Bradley and bis team were far ahead of us, but eventually we were able to catch up. At least I was.

I passed one of his team mates, avoiding the marbles that were spilled across the map, and biking over the mud I was almost knocked into, which we lost Bobby to.

Eventually I was right next to Bradley, and honestly I kinda admired him in his skin tight, red and black leather outfit.
I wonder if junk ever gets hard from the friction of that? And It's a two piece, I'd love to fuck him in that...

Oh shit I don't even see him anymore.
Wait where am I?
I don't see anyone around me. I glanced at the leader board, seeing I was in last place. I guess I'd slowed down with my day dreaming.

"Fuck!"
I picked up my pace, eventually landing behind Tank, my leg still on fire.

"Hey baby, you goin somewhere?" He laughed as our boards hit each other. I almost fell over, but I caught myself and passed him somehow. I could see PJ and Bradley, and I watched as one of Bradley's little minions threw something onto the track right infront of PJ, causing him to fall off his board and go tumbling. So now he was eliminated, and I just know thats gonna hurt later. I sped up, just a little behind Bradley.

"Anyone ever tell you your ass looks nice is those tights?" I teased to try and throw him off, my lungs starting to become heavy from my rapid breathing, and letting out raspy breaths.
"Yeah, your dad did last night. Thanks for noticing!"
He was obviously getting tired, but wasn't giving up, and neither was I.

He looked behind us, which made me realize Tank was tail gating me.
Tank came up, trying to push me over, but I wasn't going to let him. I moved my board to the right as he tried to come up, and the finish line was so close.

But I guess Tank tripped from my movement, and tumbled off his board, knocking both me and him over and into the large "X" inflatable.

His big fat ass popped the damn thing and it came tumbling onto us.
My whole life flashes before my eyes. When me and Roxanne used to date, when I met Bobby, when PJ moved next door, every time I took my dad for granted, when I lost my mom, when I went on stage with Power line, and the first time I ever met Bradley.

The way my heart raced and my mind went blank and my legs turned to jelly.
Every time I drew him on a paper, or stayed up late thinking about what if we dated.
Every time I thought about him, whether wholesome or explicit.

It all hit me life bricks as a thick, dense cloud of smoke punched me in the face. My lungs choked on it and my legs are too sore to get up.
My arms trembled as I tried to lift myself up with them.
The balloon must have hit something electrical, because it was on fire.

"Brad! Max! Anyone?"
I could hear Tank calling from somewhere J couldn't see.
As much as I hated him, if I was gonna get myself out of here, I wasn't leaving him for dead. You never leave a man behind.

I crawled my way to where I heard his voice, over rubble and past the smoke. My breathing began to become rapid, out of breath from the race, and exhausted from the smoke.
"Tank!" I called out weakly, my heart pounding in my ears as I realized I was gonna die.

What would happen to my dad? First his wife, then his son, with no grandchildren left behind to remember him. Would Bradley come to my funeral? Would he cry?
Does he even like me? He probably doesn't. He hates me, and I've been too delusional to notice.

I was snapped out of my sorrow and thoughts when Tank formed into my view, as well as his board.

"Boy am I glad to see you Sweetheart."
He was stuck under something, and he smiled at me, his face covered in dirt and soot, which made me realize I probably am too.

"I'm gonna help you outa of here... somehow."
I forced myself to stand up, my legs burning with a warm feelings dripping down them. I moved what I could off of Tank until he could crawl out on his own.
Was anyone trying to come save us? Did they think we were dead? Did Bradley win? Are the games canceled?
Where is my dad?

My mind was racing as Tank helped me to walk out, board in hand.
"We can still pass the finish line."
I muttered as I tried to speed up.
Eventually, we were able to get out of the balloon, the fresh, breathable air feeling euphoric on my lungs.
"Sorry honey," Tank shoved me away, and I tumbled to the floor from my weak legs.
"I gotta keep the Gamma Streak." He got back on his board and began to skate.

I noticed Bradley was no where to be found.
Until he was standing over me with my board.
He set it next to me, looking like he was about to say something before skating away.

My adrenaline kicked in, and I stood up, getting a running head start on my board as I pushed myself past Bradley, side by side with Tank.
I would've shit talked him if my lungs weren't about to collapse on me.
"Get back!" He tried to shove me, but he slowed down when he did, and I passed him.

And I crossed the line.
When the tape broke around my body, my legs gave out and I took a tumble into the grass, gasping and clutching my chest, about to throw up.

A loud voice boomed over the announcements as I flipped to my back, the sun blinding me as my team and my dad ran up to me.
"Holy shit Goof that was the coolest fucking thing I've ever seen like holy shit you pulled it off! You won!"
"Are you okay Maxy? You're bleeding! W-who do we call?"
"Max dude, that was awesome, but uh, you're really hurt."

They all spoke at once and they blended together.
I tried to speak but I couldn't.
I could only gasp.
I hadn't even realized I sprained both my ankles, and I was lucky that was my worst injury.

After over an hour, I was covered in bandages, my feet were swollen, my whole body burned, my face was being cleaned by my dad, and I had won.

I beat the Gammas... and I wouldn't have been able to if Bradley didn't give me my board... he... he helped me?

Did he want me to win?
Does he care about me?
Did he feel bad?
I'm so lost.

After maybe another hour, the school made me stand on a stage to get my trophy and stand with the other teams. I smiled for the cameras, my mouth feeling numb.
I had to shake hands with the other teams, and when it came to the Gammas, they were not pleased.

When I looked up, Tank was fuming, clearly refusing to great me, yet Bradley looked relieved, and he just walked over to me.

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