On a bench outside

When you next open your eyes, you’re staring up at the night sky. Where are you…?

“Finally awake, huh, dork?”

It seems you’re resting your head on Gina’s lap while lying on a bench. Her disrespectful words don’t match the warm smile on her face. You stretch lazily and yawn, not making any attempt to leave your rival’s lap. “What happened?” you ask groggily.

“I picked out some bras that will fit for a loser like you,” she replies casually.

“I feel like you’re leaving out a lot of things.”

She laughs. “Well, I’m leaving out the fact that the panties were included too, because they were all sexy lingerie sets. Unlike you, I’m not poor as dirt, so I paid for it all myself. I even added in a surprise outfit! It fits you like a glove, both your body and your personality. You can thank me later.”

Ah, that’s right. You went shopping with Gina, she picked everything out for you, and then made you have a bunch of orgasms. This feels awfully familiar, doesn’t it? Except this time, you went shopping with your biggest rival instead of your best friend. But, if that’s true, then… why are you smiling so much more than when you were shopping with Sam? She’s your best friend… isn’t she?

“Th-Thank you… for paying for me…” you whisper sheepishly.

“I expect to see your slutty underwear the next time I beat you, so it was a worthwhile investment. Or we could skip that step and go straight to you eating me out daily as my personal pet. Have you given any more thought to that deal?”

“Pokemon Master…” you drone, trying not to give in to temptation.

“You’re still dreaming of that, huh? What a waste of such a skillful tongue. You munch carpet way better than you battle. But I guess you’re not completely useless in a fight anymore.”

You ask, “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be, idiot. Come on, I don’t have all day to sit around with you. If the paparazzi see us like this, I’ll be buried in rumors for weeks.”

“R-Right.” You both stand up and prepare to go your separate ways. It’s time to say goodbye, but you’re not really sure what the right sentiment here is supposed to be. You still haven’t figured out how you feel about Gina, but the one thing you know for sure is, “I’ll beat you next time! Just you wait and see!”

Gina scoffs. “Yeah, right. Just as soon as you get an IQ above room temperature, right?” Uh… How much is room temperature? And is that a high or low IQ? Your confusion must show on your face, since Gina starts laughing. “Smell ya later, dork!”

“Just because I don’t know science doesn’t mean I won’t beat you!”