The nerd girl

If you sit by either of them, the other one will create a stink. They're both so sexy and luscious that you can't see yourself keeping control around either of them; you'd probably promise them anything. So... another table, then?

You see the girl who just sucked you off, holding a tray of food and looking around. As you walk towards her, she looks away nervously. "Something wrong, girl?"

"I... wouldn't want people to think... bad things about you."

"I'll be fine. Listen, I have a problem and need some advice from an outsider; do you have a few minutes?"

"O... okay."

The two of you find a table and sit down. Trish and Phoebe are glaring at you, but not as much as they would if you were with someone attractive. The girl listens attentively as you speak. If she had better hair, wore better clothes and contacts... no. She still doesn't have much potential.

"...and I don't really know which one I like the most."

"So... what kind of contest did you try?"

"Pardon?"

"Oh, I'm sorry; a contest for you or for a date with you. It is so obvious, I thought you had already tried it. It would be a... scavenger hunt, or bringing you 100 photos of naked girls from this school, or a willingness to do something unusual like... you know, in public or... anal. A contest between them to give them a place to put their energy and, well, protect you. If you stay between them, you're going to get hurt. Here, write up the challenges and I'll deliver it to their tables; they're the ones glaring at us from there and there, right?"

"Right." That's brilliant. She hands you a pen and you write up two copies of a challenge along with a prize. Trish and Phoebe look annoyed, but they look like they get the message.

After eating, you turn to the girl. "So, what's your name?"

"Edna Stoller."