Shrimpo X Boxten Novels & Stories

Xane said, his voice carrying that lazy drawl that always sounded half amused, “that you actually wasted your allowance on that busted Street Fighter machine at the arcade?” “It wasn’t busted,’ I shot back, grinning even though he couldn’t see me. ‘You just suck at it.” “I don’t suck,’ he protested. ‘I strategically lose to lure my opponent into a false sense of security.” “Sure,’ I laughed. ‘Keep telling yourself that. You button-mash like a toddler.” “I’ll have you know I’m undefeated in Mario Kart,” Xane countered, mock offense dripping from his tone. “Only because you pick Rainbow Road every time and throw everyone off the track,” I said.

Anxiety surged within me, and I curled up, pulling my knees to my chest, burying my face in them as my body trembled uncontrollably. The anxiety attack intensified, making it hard to breathe. My face turned red, and I gasped for air, desperate to find relief. Yet they continued laughing and making cruel jokes, shattering my self-esteem even further. Just as I was about to give in and let the attack consume me, I heard a throat clearing. Despite the chaos, it cut through the noise, and everyone looked up. "Fuck, it's Slim," someone mumbled, and Hayden leaned against the doorway, his imposing figure towering over them.

-Maybe, but you're still the most popular girl in town. Oh, did I speak out loud? Drug..... - Even when you're shit, you still have to be the star, that's it! In the XTIS club there was only Lolary! His voice became acidic and there was a hint of resentment. Finally I opened one eye absently. -You boxed? Concentrate...e-don't think about the sex! -IF I BOXED! He loses his temper. SHOCK! I'm Shucker, I attended XTIS long before you....you still shit in your diaper...

The countdown was to ten, Xayne watched the Referee stare at her again and again while the blonde moved around with each step of confidence and victory. All that the brunette heard was the echoing bell sound of the bell mixed with the loud cheer of the spectators. "Jenna! Jenna!".They hailed as she raised her fist up in victory. The medical team entered into the ring with a stretcher and put her on the it. She groaned softly closing her eyes and they carried her out. That was Xayne Cruz, The eighteen year old boxer who is hell bent on winning at least one match but that is always impossible. "I warned you to reduce your aggression in the ring?". A Man said following after the team who droppe