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Since neither of you actually go out and "do" shit anymore, the both of you have resorted to doing contests. Although that's more of May's thing, you're just tagging along because while being a trainer is hard, seeing what else Hoenn has to offer mitebcool.
Also because staying at home is lame.
So yes, you're pretty much her whipped friend who she drags around to earn ribbons in what is presumably a tropical paradise.
Now see, that'd be pretty damn swell and all, had it not been for one crucial plot point.
"BRENDAN BRENDERSON! YOU'RE QUITE POSSIBLY THE WORST CONTEST PARTNER I'VE EVER HAD!" shouts May in what may just be her loudest outburst yet. As one could probably tell, the most recent contest you entered with her did -not- turn out peachy peachy.
In fact it turned out rather...not peachy.
May continues to throw a fit over your loss, maybe you should have just stuck to gym battles or whatever. She doesn't even realize that everyone in the lobby is staring at her.
"Bring it on!" you shout back.
A) Defend your honor, tell May off!
B) "NO PEOPLE, LET'S BRING IT OFF."
C) Pin the blame on somebody/something else.
D) Run and risk her running after you with blind womanly rage.
