But the competition was fierce between the two girls and while Betsy tried to win Artie's heart through honesty and good will, Veronique would stop at nothing to foil her plans. Once, both Artie and Betsy were spending the afternoon at Vero's pool. Through a mutual friend, Vero learned that Betsy ordered a sexy bikini through the Internet to turn Artie on. So when they arrived at the pool, Vero let Betsy unveil her bikini and, to the blonde's credit, it was a far cry from the sporty bikini she usually wore. However, Veronique took off her robe and, to Artie's pleasure, she was wearing a microscopic white bikini. Betsy was blind with rage and, to add to her frustration, Vero jumped in the water and, when she came out, the white bikini was so sheer it was like the raven-haired girl was wearing nothing. Eventually, the situation had to be resolved, and one final event pushed their rivalry into hatred. Betsy was to be awarded a scholarship for her academic and sporting performances. Since Veronique couldn't cheat her out of her prize, she tried to steal Artie so he couldn't attend the gala ceremony. However, Artie kept his word and refused a date to a very select private party (that usually featured date swapping and orgies) to be with Betsy on this very important night. Betsy worked overtime at her waitress job to buy the perfect dress. She secretly hoped that Artie would be so proud of her that he would definitely choose her over the superficial Veronique. But Vero learned about the dress Betsy bought, and she paid four girls to show up at the ceremony wearing the exact same outfit (she chose two stunning beauties who were sure to look better that Betsy, and two homely girls to make the outfit look bad). Veronique obtained the desired effect: Betsy was crushed. Artie tried his best to make this a night to remember, but his date was just too mad. She of course knew who was responsible for that "unfortunate accident". So that night, after Artie walked her home, she changed and headed straight to Veronique's. "Oh! Hello!" Vero answered with a fake surprised expression that pissed Betsy even more. "How was your evening? I bet it was quite…unique!" "I've had enough! This thing between us has become boringly predictable…" "…like your party dress?" Betsy felt her wrath turn diamond-hard inside her. She clenched her fists. "Let's settle this little…rivalry once and for all," Betsy managed to say between clutched teeth. "What do you have in mind, Blondie?" "I'll fight you. Any rules, any style, anywhere. On  the mat, your money and your cunt won't save your sloppy ass." A cold smile crossed Veronique's face. Betsy hoped to scare her (after all, she IS a jiu-jitsu silver medallist), but she suddenly sensed the dark-haired girl was expecting this, like she planned it all along. Betsy felt like a fly that's been lured into the spider's web, and almost withdrew her challenge. "One week from tonight," Veronique accepted. "At my pool. I'll fax you the rules…Wait! That's right, you DON'T have a fax, right? I'll FedEx them to you." And the rich girl slammed the door in Betsy's face.

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