Bumblebee X Wasp Novels & Stories

"The first one to trigger the beacon at the summit wins the Social Tax. The last one to reach the halfway point by noon is eliminated from the living quarters. They become the Scavenger." He fired the flare. A streak of neon green shot into the red sky. The first hour was a blur of burning muscle and rasping breath. The rock was sharp as glass. Every time my heart rate spiked, the haptic band vibrated against my wrist – a sharp, stinging pulse designed to trigger absolute panic. On the small LED screen, a graph flashed. STRESS LEVEL: 72% – BRENT (SABOTAGE PROTOCOL ACTIVE) I looked up. Brent was twenty feet above me. He was deliberately kicking loose rock down the narrow path.

“Babe wake up” I repeatedly saying this word while shaking Chryss to wake him up “Nnng” and that is only thing he does. Moan. O my ghad. We didn’t even make out earlier but he got this exhausted. He got too many things to do again tomorrow and I pity him for having that kind of role. The story got a twist that he is the real brother of the girl we are bullying. Too much acting and after it we did photo shoot. We are really busy that we don’t have any time left for each other.