Winning worlds still felt unreal, even hours after. Becca could not escape from her own little world of ecstasy. She could not believe that they had finally beat DSM. Who's the one speaking loser now? Still, with having defeated the enemy, she did not feel satisfied. She couldn't stop thinking about Kommisser.
Why was she thinking about her? She was the enemy. She should feel happy about beating her. That had been her goal all year, but somehow, she felt kind of bad for her.
Why was she feeling this way? She wasn't quite sure, or maybe she was. She was beautiful. Her perfect blonde hair and her perfectly toned body made Becca's logical thinking brain do cartwheels and made her more confused than ever.
Why was se so confused? She had a boyfriend! She had been so sure of her sexuality for 22 years! Why did one German girl have to come and change everything?
Becca fell out of her happy state. She decided that she had had enough of the not surprisingly lame after party and headed back to her hotel. She turned on her TV and watched Grey's Anatomy until she slowly drifted into a pleasant and calm sleep.
That night she dreamt of the beautiful blonde. They were in a large poorly lit room. The German was standing under the small light, wearing exactly what she had worn to the riff-off (Becca found it cute and sexy). She slowly started to undress; first the fishnet crop top and then then her tight leggings. Becca moved towards her like a cat who saw milk. She put her hands on Kommisser's perfect hips and felt them up and down. Next, she moved onto her bra strap, slowly unclipping the black clasp, anxious to see what it would reveal.
Then, just like that, she woke up from her dream. It had felt so real to her, and suddenly, she knew that she wanted Kommisser more than she had ever wanted any guy in her life.
She was about to go back to sleep when her phone buzzed with a text alert...