Amaya runs into her rival

Huffing and puffing, Amaya made good progress in her nature trek. Her blush was still glowing strong, but the audacity of that blonde managed to push the memory of her embarrassing streak a bit behind in her mind.

Fortunately, she was back near her college, but she wasn’t home free. “Ok, I have to be careful, I don’t want to run into anyone I know, like-“

“Amaya!” the naked girl heard a mocking chuckle behind her. Chills ran down her spine. “Cheeky of you to run around the forest naked! Didn’t think the mother of all wet blankets had it in her.”

“Of all people…” Amaya muttered. She was face to face with Amala, a woman with fair brown skin, and dark hair. Her absolute academic rival ever since they both answered a role call at the same time. “And what are you doing outside? Realized that you aren’t cut out for college and went to live in the woods like a hermit?”

“Really?” Amala rubbed her chin. “This from the up-and-coming cavewoman? There are better ways to study anthropology than returning to monkey, you know?”

“Why do people keep saying that? I don’t look like a cavewoman!”

“Girl, you are only missing a giant club. So, what happened to you? Normally, I would guess that you partied too hard, but we both know you are incapable of having fun. Also, I’m pretty sure you don’t even know what sex is, so that’s ruled out as well. Did you have a breakdown when you finally realized that you are never going to get better grades than me?”

“You wish. In any case, it’s none of your business.” Amaya attempted to strut past her rival.

Amala shrugged. “Fine, don’t tell me. If anyone asks, I’ll just say that even your clothes got bored of you like everyone else and left. Go ahead and parade your nerdy little ass around campus like the world’s most drab peacock.”

“You’d like that, won’t you? Sadly, you are the last person who’s going to see my ass today.” As Amaya walked by her rival, she gave her behind a slap. “So soak it in.”

Amala opened her mouth to reply, but her phone got a very interesting text before she could do so. “Ha, if you say so, party girl. See you back at your place then. Also, I wouldn’t go that way if I were you.”

“Whatever, Amala. I won’t fall for your tricks.”

“Suit yourself.”

Amaya kept walking. As soon as her rival was out of sight, her shoulders shrank, and she bit her lip. It was a miracle she managed to keep her bravado the whole conversation.

“Why did I have to run into her today? Amala is going to lord this moment over me until the heat **** of the universe! I can already see it happening…” Amaya lamented, mumbling to herself. “…Every time I beat her at something, she’s going to go all like: Well, whatever loser, at least I’m not a weirdo who goes streaking around the forest, ugh.”

Event: The Rival.

You bump into your biggest rival or competitor while streaking, taking your rivalry in a most unexpected turn.

Effect: Lose 3 DP as you exchange competitive banter while trying to maintain composure as they mock you.