The Tournament of Heroes - Boy Crazy

Rules & Results have been updated ;) Have fun!

This chapter is a little meaty! It’s a longer than I’d like it to be, but I really didn’t want to split it in two! It has light ballbusting peppered throughout. It serves more as a buildup chapter focusing on character interactions and introductions, to serve the next series of chapters, which will be packed with nut-crunching action.

At this point, if you’re reading this story I assume you enjoy the focus on characters and plot as much as the ballbusting. However, if you are here to see the boys getting their weak testicles scrambled, feel free to skim & skip ;)

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“Fuck.” Amber whimpered, shivering with tension. The video caused an eruption of pleasure in her warm mound.

Her vibrator hummed while she pressed it against herself. She slid her dildo in and out of herself rhythmically. She was reaching her climax, thanks to this video.

Early in the morning she had been part of a blast-message with an attachment, only to the women participants of the tournament. The message simply read Open. Her interest piqued, Amber clicked the attachment. And she had been caught under a spell ever since.

The attachment was an edited video titled More to Cum ;). A compilation of every ballbust that had taken place in the tournament. Every man that was kneed in the nuts, got his tender orbs squished by a simple squeeze. Crushed by a stomp. Footage of these powerful supermen getting their testicles scrambled from a kick and crumpling into the fetal position with a wet cry. It was hours of footage already, and Amber couldn’t help herself. Her nerves, her insides were already so sensitive and on edge. She had to touch herself, fuck herself while she watched.

Amber had already masturbated several times. Three of which, she was ashamed to have done but couldn’t help herself, to Trevor’s testicle rearrangement he received from Nevra. She was so furious when it happened, but watching it was just… FUCK! His entire stoic personality crumbled, all his emotions came crawling to the surface as he wailed for his cratered balls. Nevra just fired her knee into his nuts in front of everyone, and the camera’s picked up everything that happened to Trevor’s fragile orbs in his tight suit. Amber shivered watching each weak testicle fold around Nevra’s knee, particularly his right one. It looked like an eggshell cracking.

Boys always buried their emotions. They always hid behind a stone-cold expression. It was so hard to know what they were thinking, what they were feeling. But not in this video. Amber hadn’t realized how thrilling it was, to watch that facade shatter. To watch their faces twist and their eyes puddle and their voices wail. The sounds boys made when their balls were flattened was mind-melting. And Trevor was no different. He howled and collapsed. He curled in on himself, shivering and wailing for his balls. His weak, demolished balls. All from one knee. A knee thrown by a blonde girl with a fat ass.

Amber had moved on to watching Melody crushing her classmates. But not Julio or Frederick, though that certainly turned her on. Not Saul either, of course watching him literally beg for his balls while being hung by them was thrilling. No, she was watching Melody trample and crush Arthur’s balls. Just after he bravely told Carly to go on and win the game. Even with his masculinity on the line.

“NONONONO!” Arthur howled, burying his face into Melody’s thigh. She had both his balls pinned flat between her slender foot and the ground. “PLEASE! MYYYYYYYY BALLLLLLLLS!”

“How much longer you think you got?” Melody jeered, grinding Arthur’s nuts with the sole of her shoe. Her thighs and ass had a soft wobble like jello. “She just left. Gonna probably take ten minutes dragging Emilio there.”

“I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Arthur begged, peeling his face off Melody’s leg. He was spasming under her heel; big, bulbous tears spilled down his cheek.

“Oh! Fuuuck!” Amber moaned, his begging was too much for her.

Her entire body tightened and seized, each muscle and vein tensed with pleasure as waves of her climax pulsed through her flesh. She whimpered through bated breath, clenching her lips and shutting her eyes as her fifth orgasm of the day washed over her, drowning her in mindbreaking ecstasy.

Nearly an entire minute passed, and Amber let out a wild gasp. Her body heaved with exertion. She collapsed flat against her bed, setting her toys aside and running a hand through her hair.

The video continued, within seconds of interrogation Melody got Arthur to describe his abilities in detail. She was making him spill the beans on his teammates, and to Amber’s surprise he lied about Carly’s. Before she could force him to betray any of his team, the announcer declared the victor and she let him go.

“Oh thank Christ,” Arthur wept, curling in on himself, burying his face in the dirt and worming his knees up to his chest. “Oh my god… my balls… my fucking balls…”

“Hey, broke-nuts,” Melody purred, eying Arthur with a greedy smile.

Arthur’s ass was high in the air, squirming, and his hands were buried in his crotch. His fat orbs bulged through his fingers, the damage to his masculinity already taking its toll. All while Arthur waved his chiseled ass back and forth to her, like a flag.

“The bell ring won’t save you.”

With a bratty spring, Melody leapt into a stance, lining up her shot. Her firm ass jiggled in her super suit, and she whipped the top of her shoe forward, right between his legs. She kicked through his fingers, sinking her instep into Arthur’s pelvis, scrambling his testicles with a final, nut-squelching kick.

Arthur bellowed in agony as he was flipped over onto his back. He kicked and begged for his balls. His balls that were just obliterated by a girls dainty foot.

Amber stared at the ceiling, draping her hand over her sweaty forehead, listening to Arthur squeal like a little girl.

It’s not enough, Amber bemoaned. Fuck me it’s not enough! Why can’t I stop?!?

She was feral, her insides still coursed with electricity. She still felt that cold heat on the back of her neck.

Watching a boy cry for his balls wasn’t enough. Kicking them wasn’t either. She didn’t just want to watch them whimper and wail, she wanted to see them moan.

Fuck, she’d give anything to watch a boy jerk off. Any of the boys in her class- Pedro had a pretty cute face when he jack-hammered his cock. Maybe-

“What the fuck is wrong with me??” Amber shrieked, snapping up from her bed. Why was she so hot??

Oh my god, Amber frowned. Don’t tell me-

Amber leapt to her feet, digging through her nightstand. She pulled out a journal, flipping through its pages. She stopped tracking it ever since Professor Wilkins informed them of the tournament. Her instincts were right.

“No fucking wonder.” Amber sighed.

Knowing didn’t really change things. She was still unbelievably feral, and would be for the rest of the tournament. What a week to be ovulating.

Downstairs, in HU’s Hotel Dining Hall

The breakfast smell permeated the air. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits were laid out on a table for all the students at HU to serve themselves. Behind a griddle, a middle aged man with five o’clock shadow and a sharp jaw made omelets, pancakes, waffles, and french toast to order.

Yesterday, Amber just had sausage and eggs. But his white button-ups sleeves were haphazardly rolled up his forearm, he was wearing blue suspenders, and beads of sweat were pouring down his forehead.

What, she was not supposed to watch him make an omelet? Work over that griddle, expertly scrape that spatula underneath the eggs and fold them? She was supposed to just ignore the smoke billowing around his arms and face, the soft, prideful smile at the perfect omelet he just made? She’s just a woman. He was a man, good at what he did.

Amber prodded her omelet with her fork, her head was swimming. Every boy that walked by drove her crazy. Pedro walked around with his button-up completely undone, showing off his washboard abs and round pecs. Julio was still in those grey sweats that hugged his meaty bulge. Emilio was in a tank top, his hair and skin were still wet from his shower.

Amber kneaded her brow, trying to maintain her composure. She was fantasizing about boys she usually did not fantasize about. David with his stupid captain’s cap, tall and lanky Larry awkwardly shuffling in line, even Henry struggling to fit his enormous, muscly body into his seat. Being stuck in a hotel with them on an island was a task. And speaking of a boy that started her engines-

Trevor dropped down in the seat across from her, smacking his tray of food on the table. Amber raised her eyebrow, he had enough to feed a whale. A full plate of bacon and eggs, three biscuits, two pancakes, a waffle, and two slices of french toast.

Amber held her breath, biting the inside of her cheeks. She crawled her gaze up and down every crevice of muscle, every inch of skin. Trevor was fully showered, in school uniform. That top button couldn’t close over his broad chest, and his shoulders tightened his sleeves around his biceps. His hair was a tousled and shiny from his shower, and his steel-grey eyes bore into his food greedily. She wasn’t attracted to him the way she was before, with confused feelings and emotions. But it didn’t change that he was hot.

“You okay?” Trevor lifted his eyes, furrowing his brow at Amber.

“Yeah,” Amber stammered, nodding at his tray. “Got enough to eat?”

“Hmph,” Trevor smirked, the corner of his lips curled, revealing white teeth. “Nah, I’m thinking of grabbing seconds after this.”

Amber shook her head, ever the cool guy. But he wasn’t, not around Maria. A brush of her fingers, a little press against his chest with her own, Amber knew for a fact that whole facade melted. He was putty in her hands.

Amber scanned the room, how many of the boys around her were the same way? How many of them would become animals from just a touch where they lived, a stroke? She glanced at the handsome chef, cooking meals for everyone.

He was cool, he regarded her respectfully when she ordered her food. His eyes only flicked to her chest once, he spared only a half second glance to her bare thighs beneath her skirt. He was a real, stoic gentlemen. If she pressed herself against him, how quick would his calm demeanor transform into a whipped animal? He’d beg her, claw at her, do anything he could just to be inside her. And he’d spurt in just-

Jesus Christ, Amber, get it together! Amber rubbed her knuckles across her forehead.

“You got a headache?” Trevor asked, leaning across the table.

“Just didn’t sleep a lot,” Amber replied, I wonder fucking why. “Thanks.”

“Ah,” Trevor shrugged. “Same here.”

“Maria keep you up?” Amber asked.

“In a way,” Trevor grinned softly to himself, bowing his head. “We just texted, she’s still working.”

“I see,” Amber grinned back, locking eyes with Trevor. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Maria had been so nervous she asked Amber for help on her… present to him. “Did you have a good time?”

Trevor narrowed his eyes, a suspicious light flickered in his eyes. Amber silently giggled, he was cute when he squirmed.

“Yeah,” Trevor finally said, stabbing his fork into his food. Talking between mouthfuls. “So, what do you think of this new game?”

“Nevra and Matthew are in it,” Amber shrugged. “With her luck and his powers, I think we got a chance.”

“I still think we should have sent in one of our heavy hitters,” Trevor replied. “David or Pedro-“

“You?” Amber smiled wryly.

“Well?” Trevor shrugged. “It’s too risky, Paragon is gonna send their best at us.”

“Everyone is going to send their best at us,” Amber said. “We can’t play our best cards this early. We need to use y’all when we need you most.”

“I guess.” Trevor mumbled. “Pedro would have been perfect for this game though.”

“Yeah,” Amber nodded. “You got me on that, I don’t know why Maria fought so hard to hold Pedro back either.”

“I mean… Edward?” Trevor shook his head. “I like the guy, but I don’t know…”

“He’s a good fighter,” Amber argued. “His power isn’t all that flashy-“

“I know,” Trevor sighed. “I’m being harsh. I of all people should know power isn’t the only deciding factor.”

“That’s right.” Amber’s eyes flickered crimson. She held back a giggle, she could practically see Trevor’s balls recede into his stomach instinctually.

“Yeah.” Trevor smirked.

“Hey there Strombringer.” A tall, freckled redhead cooed behind Trevor, pinching his ribs with long, slender finger.

Trevor jumped, craning his head over his shoulder. Food still in his mouth, his jaw dropped, and his fork dangled loosely in his grip. Emrys grinned right at him.

Amber gawked. Emrys loomed over the table, her tall and athletic body filled out her clothes perfectly. A firm, round butt was crammed in short, athletic shorts. Smooth, bare thighs wobbled lightly into one another when she clicked her heels together. Beneath a closed-neck tee, two mounds of globular flesh were squished together, rising and falling with each breath she took.

“Long time no see.” Emrys’ spring-leaf eyes sparkled with her white smile.

“Emrys!” Trevor barked, forcing his food down his throat. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I sit?” Emrys gestured to the empty seat next to Trevor.

Amber clenched her jaw when Trevor made room, Emrys plopped down next to him, brushing her thigh against his. She held herself up on the bench, bringing her shoulders up and pressing her chest ever-so-slightly together.

What’s she up to? Amber glared.

“Did you miss CoCC’s breakfast or something?” Trevor mumbled through a forkful of pancakes.

“No,” Emrys answered. “I guess you could say I skipped it. I dropped out of CoCC last night.”

Once again, Trevor froze with his mouth hung open.

“Is that allowed?” Trevor asked.

“Has to be,” Emrys grinned. “I did it. I put in a transfer to Paragon or LU, we’ll see which one takes me.”

“How does that work?” Amber frowned. “You can’t still be in the tournament?”

“Well,” Emrys raised her wrist. A pink, glimmering ring of violet letters shimmered and circled around it. “I am and am not. This is Gamemaster’s-“

“Woah,” Trevor nodded, returning to his meal, shoveling food into his mouth. “So what’s it mean?”

“I’m still allowed to participate in the tournament,” Emrys explained. “Just not in any games against CoCC, and I can’t reveal anything I know about them. This enchantment stops me. Once the tournaments over it’ll come off.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Trevor grumbled.

“I stopped by to thank you,” Emrys said, shifting to face Trevor. “Our fight got me thinking. None of the guys at CoCC have ever treated me the way you did. They always mocked me when they won, or made excuses when I did. I realized I didn’t belong there after our fight, you got me to leave that place.”

“Winning is the least I can do.” Trevor grinned.

“Stop it!” Emrys cackled, smacking Trevor’s shoulder. “You goofball.”

I knew it, Amber narrowed her eyes.

Trevor continued making cringey joke after cringey joke, and Emrys laughed at every one. Making sure to toss her hair, squeeze her chest together, some sort of movement with each chortle.

Amber excused herself, if Trevor was gonna flirt back and get in trouble with Maria again, that’s his problem. It’s like he didn’t learn his lesson from Nevra. Besides, Amber could use a diet soda.

Down the Hallway

Amber was bent at her waist, reaching into the open slot of the vending machine. She curled her fingers around the soda can, the tin was cold to the touch.

“Gotcha.” Amber purred. She was happy no one else was around to see just how excited she was to get the drink.

Amber let out a soft giggle, springing to her feet with a spin, and setting off to breakfast briskly. She moved too quickly to notice the six-three slab of meat standing right behind her. He was standing with his legs shoulder-width apart, and his eyes were averted too long to notice the speed of her movement.

“Eek!” Amber squealed, jumping at his presence, unable to control her motion. She rammed her knee into his balls, dropping the soda can as well.

“Oof!” He gasped, hunching over, gripping his thighs with large hands.

“Oh my gosh!” Amber stammered, rushing over to him. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay-“ The man managed to squeak, dropping to one knee. “Damn. I’d hate to take a real one from you.”

Amber blushed furiously. His hands had slowly slid up his leg and into his crotch. His bulky fists trembled over his balls, cupping them in a tender grip. On one knee he was almost as tall as her, and she was getting a good look at him.

He wasn’t from HU or the hotel service, she didn’t recognize him at all in fact. He was her age, maybe a year or two older. He wore a short-sleeved, dark blue button-up that strained against his biceps, and black slacks with a dark belt and shoes to match. He wasn’t particularly bulky, but he was lean, and compact. Every muscle looked heavy and like a brick, absolutely solid. Amber could see back muscles outlined beneath his shirt.

He had a tuft of thick, clearly groomed dark brown hair standing in a suave style. Amber’s eyes were drawn to his sharp jaw, but her heart was captured when he looked up into her eyes. Sending her chest beating a thousand miles a minute.

His Iris’ were glowing a celestial blend of black and white. Not gray. Black. And White. He pierced Amber’s soul with a starlit gaze. A small grin crossed his lips, he did his best to stow away his pained expression.

“I-I didn’t see you there.” Amber stuttered, her heart hammering against her ribs. That sharp heat crawled on the back of her neck. He was trying to look so tough. “I-“

“No it’s my fault,” He replied. “I shouldn’t have been standing so close-“

With ragged breaths, he rose to his feet, his weak smile fixed across his lips. Inhaling sharply he managed to rise to his full height, he towered over Amber. More impressive, he released his meaty package, holding his hand out to Amber.

“I’m sorry I scared you…?” He slowly said.

“Amber,” Amber replied, shaking his hand. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before? Do you work here?”

“No,” He shook his head. “I’m from another school, actually. I’m an escort for one of my classmates, she came here to see an old friend- here, let me get that-“

Amber had stooped over to pick up her soda. The man practically sprinted over, scooping it up in one hand. It looked like he wasn’t holding anything.

“It’s fine,” Amber said. “It’s probably too shaken up-“

“I can do something about that,” He grinned. To Amber’s surprise, his eyes twinkled with ethereal light, and the soda can vibrated. “Here, that should release the pressure built up.”

“Thanks…” Amber muttered, regarding the attractive man coolly. “I’ve never seen a guy recover that fast.”

“Well,” He grinned shyly, a shade of red brightening his face. “Thankfully you didn’t hit too hard. And I managed to throw up a defense at the last second.”

“So, this isn’t some way to get back at me?” Amber held the can delicately. “It’s not gonna explode on me when I open it up, right?”

“If it does,” He replied. “You can come find me and nail me for real. Promise.”

“I don’t think you’d want that,” Amber scoffed. “So if you’re here to escort your teammate, what are you doing here?”

“Looking for a snack.” He replied, his entire body tensed, almost like he bit his tongue.

“Good job,” Amber snickered. “Half expected you to say you just found one-“

“Took every bone in my body not to,” He laughed. “But seriously, I’m not much of a sweets guy. You got any recommendations?”

“Chocolate, obviously,” Amber nodded.

“Never really liked chocolate.” He shook his head.

“You’ve never-“ Amber scoffed. “You’re messing with me right?”

“Honest,” He held his hands up.

“Well, get some chocolate,” Amber stepped over to the second vending machine, swiping her badge across it. “On me.”

“Hmph,” He grinned. “Well thanks, I’ll have to tell ya what I think.”

“Good,” Amber replied. “You never told me your name?”

“I didn’t.” He smirked. The pain clearly had subsided, he had adopted a new, cocky persona.

“How am I supposed to find you if I don’t know your name?”

“That’s a good question,” He grinned. “Guess you need my number to track me down?”

Amber scoffed, she couldn’t help finding his smile and boldness cute. Fuck it.

“You got your phone on you?” Amber asked, holding her hand out expectantly.

He hurriedly dug his hand into his pocket, retrieving his phone. Amber giggled, his face was burning red with embarrassment and shock. Clearly he didn’t think that line would work.

He unlocked his phone, placing it softly in her palm. With a wry smile, Amber navigated to his contact list, adding her number and name, being sure to put an orange-colored heart emoji next to it. She texted herself, making a note to add him into her contacts.

Hot Vending Machine Guy, Amber decided internally. At least until I get his name.

She looked up, smiling at him and waving the phone back and forth.

“Just one rule, cutie,” Amber purred, stepping close to him.

“What’s that?”

“No dick pics,” Amber warned, handing the phone back to him. She popped up to her tip-toes, whispering hotly in his ear. “If I get even one, just one unasked for text with your cock in it-“

Without warning, Amber activated Body Flicker. She brought her hand up to his heavy bulge, pinning her middle finger behind her thumb. She whipped her fingertip into his right testicle, striking it with pinprick accuracy dead-center.

“Oof,” He groaned, hollowing out from the simple flick.

“I’ll crush your balls for good.” Amber smiled. “Got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” He smiled back at her, forcing himself to straighten his posture. “Don’t worry, I don’t do that sort of thing.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Amber rolled her eyes. “Well, it was nice meeting you- whoever you are. I should get back-“

Amber walked away, leaving him stooped over his waist. She swayed her hips as she left him, walking with a bounce in each step.

“Don’t forget to text me what you get!” Amber called back.

“Right,” Damien muttered, grinning after her.

Damien was hypnotized, he was finally able to let his gaze fall from Amber’s captivating autumn-tinted iris’ and linger. When he first entered the room, he couldn’t risk staring, he didn’t want to be rude. But now that she was leaving, he couldn’t resist.

Damien’s eyes were glued to Amber’s round, bubble butt, her short skirt was draped over it, hugging every inch of her. Her butt wobbled like jello with each step she took. Damien breathed in sharply, rubbing his throbbing testicles. Despite the pain, he was happy he tagged along with Kim.

Down The Hallway, just before the Dining Room

“Kim?!” Amber exclaimed, gawking at the double doors that led to the dining hall.

“Amber!” Kim, her high school friend, was just now walking out the dining hall. “I was looking for you!”

Kim was always a petite girl, and she still was, but Amber didn’t fail to notice she had matured and filled out since high school. Kim was a short girl, standing just at five feet tall. Her dirty blond hair was still down to her waist, though she added pink highlights. She had a snatched waist and perky breasts shown off by a white, wool one-piece that just barely reached the peak of her cleavage and fell halfway down her toned, pale thighs. She wore elbow-length gloves of the same material, a brown leather belt with tiny pouches attached to her hips, and knee high boots to match. Her fit reminded Amber of her friend’s power. Is this her super suit?

Kim had grown for sure since their high school days. Her breasts were b-cups now, and her ass, still the tight and athletic, had a little more wobble to it. She really had changed, except her face. She looked the exact same there. A line of freckles bridging from cheek to nose to cheek, and violet eyes that sparkled with mischief. Amber couldn’t believe how long it had been since she’d seen her friend.

“I missed you!” Amber shouted, rushing into an embrace. Kim was shorter than her, and got a face full of Amber’s chest while they squeezed each other in their hug.

“Hello titties,” Kim chuckled. “I sure missed you.”

“Shut up,” Amber rolled her eyes releasing her. “How have you been?! Why are you here?!”

“Well I came to see you!” Kim beamed, running her eyes up and down Amber. “Man, you look great! HU is treating you well!”

“Right back at ya,” Amber nodded with a grin. “Is this your super suit?”

“The gals at LU designed it,” Kim smacked her sternum with her fist. “Yup, I’m a Lionheart Hero.”

“That’s great!” Amber shouted, becoming painfully aware she was only getting louder. She couldn’t help it, she was excited. “You always wanted to go there! So you’re in the tournament then?”

“That’s right,” Kim grinned. “We’re here to unseat take y’all down.”

“Oooo,” Amber sported the same smile, it was permanent in her lips. “You’ve gotten a lot more confident. It’s hot. But you’re wrong, HU isn’t going anywhere.”

“I’m excited to compete against you,” Kim said earnestly. “I’ve learned a lot at LU, it’s been incredible.”

“I bet.” Amber smiled softy.

“I stopped by to catch up before the games!” Kim continued. “So? Tell me! How’ve ya been, Am?”

The two girls caught up on the last seven months that had flown by. Amber couldn’t believe how short it had actually been since highschool, it felt like a lifetime ago.

Amber told Kim all about her experience at HU, her entrance exam, which made Kim’s jaw drop to the floor, meeting Maria, finally fixing her friendship with Trevor, the super villains she fought. Everything. And Kim had her own stories to tell. She was actually the sidekick of one of LU’s top hero teams, which was all female! The leaders were the younger sisters of the strongest hero at LU, Damien. She was the personal sidekick of Adina. And she had her own fair share of super hero fights!

“Wow,” Kim shook her head. “I can’t believe your First Dimensions sidekick-“

“I’m nooooot,” Amber blushed. “I’m an intern.”

“How many interns does he have?” Kim raised an eyebrow.

“Uh… huh,” Amber couldn’t resist yet another smile. “I guess I am his sidekick.”

“Ten year old Amber would be losing her mind right now,” Kim smirked.

“Nineteen year old Amber is,” Amber shrugged.

“You kiss him yet?” Kim joked.

“Oh my god,” Amber rolled her eyes, she had decided not to tell Kim about her pursuit of Professor Wilkins. For now. She wanted more time before she completely embarrassed herself.

“Hey, I have to confess something here,” Kim said. “I didn’t just stop by to catch up.”

“Oh?” Amber asked, noticing the shift in Kim’s voice and posture. She seemed worried. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to warn you,” Kim started. “Did you catch LU’s game yesterday?”

“No,” Amber replied. She had other videos she was stuck watching. “Why?”

“He’s already competed in his unique game, so you don’t have to worry about that,” Kim answered. “But if you get Damien in your duel, forfeit.”

Amber blinked with surprise. “This isn’t high school Kim, we’re not weak.”

“I know,” Kim quickly stuttered. “Just- he’s something else. I’ve never seen someone so strong. He’s stronger than Trevor. Way stronger-“

“Trevor’s gotten stronger in the last seven months.” Amber argued.

“Not like this, not like him,” Kim shook her head. “Amber, the things I’ve seen him do… we were on a job, the Four Horseman and my team, and we ran into these super villains. They called themselves iterations-“

Amber’s eyes widened at the word.

“These guys weren’t like normal supers, they were pro’s-“

“I’m aware of them,” Amber replied. “We’ve had our own fair share of them.”

“Well it was two to one,” Kim said. “We outnumbered them and we were struggling, they had us on the back foot. Then Damien showed up. He took four of these guys on by himself, and won without a single scratch.”

“I see-“

“No, you don’t. Am, he’s the strongest supe I’ve ever seen. He might be stronger than First Dimension.”

Amber furrowed her brow. Now that was silly.

“We’ve all gotten stronger since,” Kim said. “But not Damien. He’s as strong as it gets. Look, love my school, but these guys are serious, just be careful okay?”

“I appreciate it,” Amber said. “I can handle whatever they got.”

“That’s what I’ve always liked about you Am,” Kim grinned. “You’ve always been brave.”

The two friends offered their goodbyes, hugging each other tightly. Kim hurried down the hall, and Amber returned to her breakfast.

When she got back to the table, she noticed Trevor was alone. Emrys had left. He did end up getting a second helping of food, his tray was full again.

“What happened?” Amber asked. “Where the hottie go?”

“She just wanted to give me her number,” Trevor shrugged, responding to Amber’s instant glare. “Relax-“

Trevor pulled out his phone, showing a text message between him and Emrys. Maria was included in the group chat, and his message was introducing them. Amber sighed.

“Sorry,” Amber apologized.

“You think this is the first time I’ve been hit on?” Trevor smirked. “Don’t worry, I got this handled. Emrys is just scared right now, she left her hometown and now she left her college. She just needs people to talk to.”

“And it has to be you?”

“I was hoping it would be Maria,” Trevor replied. “I think they’d get along pretty well.”

Amber’s phone vibrated in her pocket, she pulled it out. The banner in the scream read *Hot Vending Machine Guy.

Amber smiled, cracking open her diet soda and stabbing a forkful of omelet in her mouth while opening the message. It was a picture of a chocolate candy bar, a Baby Roo.

How’d I do? He texted.

You literally chose the worst one 😂😂, Amber replied.

What?? I like it!

Amber rolled her eyes, pocketing the phone, and finishing her breakfast. Just one more boy to add to her dreams.

Amber unwittingly meets her schools big rival. His identity unknown to her, what relationship will blossom out of their meeting? Up next, the second round begins! Tune in for wall to wall nut-crunching action! Hostage Crisis!! Round One!