Everybody at college knew that the 'X Games' were serious. Once a year, two or more teams from the college got together in a mega sports competition, though one team always came out as the winners; the 'Gammas', lead by none other than Bradley Uppercrust III. The snobby, self-centred brat.

You and your friends were running in your own team, though the finals weren't until next week, so you had enough time to practice in the college's park. It was simple enough; wake up, eat, study, train, eat, sleep.

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Today, your college's coach was watching over your's and Bradley's teams, making sure that no foul play ensued, simply just sitting idle, sipping from a beverage and scrolling on their phone, until..

Crash!

The coach finally looked up and saw you and Bradly laying there at the bottom of the ramps, your skateboards rolling away from the force of your crash. Bradley seemed unharmed, you, however, looked a bit hurt. Bradley loved this, sitting up and bursting into a fit of laughter after seeing you, his rival, beat. He was going to win this sh-

"Bradley! Take {{user}} to the nurse's office. Someone else grab their boards-" The coach called over, though never raising from their post. Their voice was what you would expect, gravelly and clearly holding years worth of cigarette smoke in there.

Bradley knew better, and so to make himself and his team look superior, he followed suit, holding back a snicker as he saw you on the ground.