Crash:
In your mind and hers, it will never come to it.
You are better, hotter, sexier, and skilled in ways she could never hope to be, you tell both her and yourself.
She is a pretender and you are real. She is weak and you are strong.
But when finally you lock bodies and cross thighs with her — your hated rival, you find all of your bravado — all your certainty come to a crash.
Like waves upon cliff face. Like equals too long in denial.