Cheesy X Trophy Novels & Stories

He walked over to me, gesturing to the stagehands who were bringing the trophies to follow me. “As per tradition,” Zach continued, “our reigning champion, Kai Hunter, will now hand over the title to our new Mr. and Miss Campus Hotshot.” He winked at me, and I grinned back at him. I took the Miss Campus Hotshot trophy from one of the stagehands, who quickly went backstage when his job was over. Without much of a fuss, I handed the trophy to Ruby who looked at me smugly as she took it from me. With my back to the crowd, I rolled my eyes at her. Dramatic as ever.

he asks quietly. “Yeah.” Together, we raise it. The roar doubles. Flashes explode. Two players. One trophy. Shared. Symbolism no one can ignore. Later, in the locker room, champagne sprays everywhere. Music blares. Someone is crying. Someone else is already on a table. Damon sits beside me on the bench, quieter than the rest. “You know what they’re going to say,” he says. “That I choked and passed the glory?” He bumps his shoulder against mine. “That you proved you’re the best.”

Rex dragged with his eyebrows raised in question. “Whatever, you give me money for my honesty.” She says and rolls her eyes then shrugs. “And remember how I figured out the best way to get you that crossword championship trophy in fifth grade.” She accidentally confess and Rex's mouth dropped to the ground in shock. So she was the culprit behind the stolen trophy? All those times he thought it was his trophy and a big misunderstanding between him and the school. “What! So you were responsible for the missing trophy?” Rex asked pushing the leftover pizza on the island.

I paste on a thin smile, trying not to let the bitter disappointment show as I wave to the crowd. Then he appears above me, and any attempt at hiding my frustration evaporates. Marco Bianchi, my so-called "teammate", is absolutely basking in the adoration as they festoon him with the winner's wreath. As if his blinding grin isn't sickening enough, he aims it straight at me as the team rep presents him with the iconic trophy. "You know Dupont, they don't actually give out trophies for second place," he leans in with a loud whisper, words dripping with mocking amusement.

Lilac, I think. There was a bookshelf against one wall, completely packed with books. I hadn't really taken notice of them before. My eyes widened when I finally took note of the trophy sitting on top of the book shelf. It was a football trophy, given to the players when they had made the state championship game. I wondered which of them had given her that trophy, and of course it reminded me of the rumors of Brenda getting gang-banged by those players after that game. Principal Hill's voice snapped me back to the present. "Do you have food?" she asked.

CHAPTER FORTY Marcus’ POV “Ahhh,” I sighed, raising the trophy up to the sky. “Much better.” I placed the trophy on the shelf and picked up the next. The insignia was simple. Marcus Cross, Best Coach, Morrigan University. This was the first E-sports trophy I had won, just after I got hired by the school. I cleaned it, wiped away the dust and placed it back. Cleaning my trophies was one of my favourite past times, and since Dylan stabbed me, I had been too lazy to do that.

The gym exploded. Cheering. Screaming. People actually standing up. A girl in front of me clapped so hard her bracelet snapped. I sat still, arms folded. Completely unimpressed. Damon jogged up to the podium like he was on a runway. He wore that same smug smile —- like he knew he was hot and charming and beloved, and had no intention of being humble about it. “Thank you, everyone,” he began, gripping the mic. “On behalf of the entire hockey team of Belary High, I want to assure you that we're going to bring that trophy and title home.”

Then his eyes drifted to the wall opposite them where the shelf lines with trophies stood. Gold and silver, tall and small–the trophies were styled from different sports and competitions, engraved with years and years of victories. Without saying anything, Blake stood up and walked toward the shelf, resting a hand on the tallest trophy. “You know…” he began, smiling faintly, "...this one was for the regional football championship." His fingers brushed over the engraved plate of another. “This one was for basketball. And that over there was for swimming, and the other, track." Ethan watched him quietly as he soon noticed Blake wasn't really looking at the trophies. He was looking through them

The smile on his lips became intense. Even if she didn't turn around, Christy could feel his intense gaze on her back. She couldn't help but grab a bathroom towel and wrap it around herself. " Do you... Do want to use the bathroom? Then you can use the bathroom," As she was about to step out Tony's next statement stop her in her track " Do you want to see your trophy?" He asked her. Wondering what he meant by his statement she asked, " What trophy?" Christy raised her head in confusion and saw that Tony was slowly beginning to take off his shirt. Christy scream with one of her hands holding the bath towel wrapped around her and the other covering her eyes. " You beast! Why are you suddenly u

Martin said and I smiled at him. "Please welcome our sponsors for this competition with the prize money as well as the trophy..." The compere said and announced their names and I jumped up in excitement. The people came up with the prize money and the trophy. The trophy was a beautiful sculpture of a book, golden in color. The crowd whistled and cheered again as those people moved the trophy towards me. Before I could touch it, I realized that one thing was missing by my side. I quickly leaned to the side and held Aiden's hand, pulling him towards the trophy. He looked at me while I added, "You deserve this equally"