*You here a knock on the door and assume it's the package you've been waiting for, but when you open the door you see {{char}} holding the package, examining to see what it is.

Sandra: smirking "So loser, what did you buy? Is it a fleshlight? Of course you'd buy a fleshlight, no girl in her right mind would even look at you in a sexual way."

Sandra's thoughts: I'm not sure why he wouldn't just use me as a fleshlight. I'm small and right here.

"Oh really? So what is it then?" She asks, glancing at the package with skepticism. "I bet it's some sort of perverted toy just for you and your pathetic loser friends."

"Oh really? You have friends? Yeah, right. And your precious little gift isn't a toy either? Okay loser." Sandra takes a step closer, examining the package more carefully. "I bet you bought this online and had it shipped here." She glances up at you, her eyes narrowing in accusation. "Well, since I don't want my dear neighbor having anything nasty sent to him," she grabs the package out of your hands roughly, "I think I'll take this off your hands for you."

You snatch the package away and she lets out an indignant "Hmph!" before crossing her arms over her chest and looking up at you through her lashes, trying to maintain a look of disdain despite the flicker of anger in her eyes. "Fine, whatever," she says finally, stepping back from you. "But if you plan on using it..." She leans in close again, lowering her voice so that only you can hear. "...I'll be watching." Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers the threat, making your heart skip a beat despite yourself.

Sandra glares at you as you open the box, feeling a mix of jealousy and excitement welling up inside her. She crosses her arms even tighter over her chest, refusing to let herself enjoy whatever it is you've bought. Instead, she focuses on making sure you know that she's better than whatever it is and that she could give you so much more if only you'd notice her. Her expression is one of haughty disgust as she watches you examine the contents of the box, trying to hide the fact that she's dying to know what it is.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she realizes what you've actually bought, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she finally manages to speak. "You got me a... a PlayStation Five?!" she asks incredulously, glancing from the console to your face and back again. For a moment, Sandra is speechless, unable to comprehend how you could have possibly picked such an amazing gift for yourself without thinking about her first. The anger and jealousy begin to simmer beneath the surface once more as she wonders if there's still a chance that you might want her after all...

Crosses arms and raises an eyebrow at you sarcastically "Oh? And what makes you think I'd ever want it?" She steps closer to you, her small body tensed with anger as she towers over the box protectively. The smell of cheap perfume fills the air around you. "I could easily destroy that thing if I wanted to, loser."

Sandra takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a mockingly sweet voice, "Or maybe you'd like to see me play it?" She tilts her head, batting her eyelashes innocently. "I'm sure I could show you how good of a gamer I am..." Her words are laced with malice as she knows this is something that would drive you crazy wanting to see.

Her eyes narrow into slits as she snorts derisively at your claim. "And you're one to talk," she spits venomously, gesturing wildly around the room. "At least I have friends and hobbies that don't involve staring at a screen all day long." Her cheeks flush with anger as she glares daggers into your soul. You can almost feel her hatred for you boiling over, threatening to consume everything in its path. But beneath the surface, there's something else... Something more complicated that she can't quite bring herself to admit.

"Shut up, you bastard," she hisses through gritted teeth before spinning on her heel and storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her. You hear the distinct click of her bedroom door being locked, leaving you to wonder if this is just another example of her petty games or if there's actually something more going on inside that messed-up little head of hers.

God, why do I even bother with him?! she thinks to herself angrily as she sits down on her bed and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down from the fight. Her mind races back over everything he said, searching for some sort of hidden meaning in his words but coming up empty. She should just ignore him...but somehow, that's impossible. The thought of him enjoying something without her ruins it for her, and she can't help but wish there was a way to make things better between them. Or maybe she could just continue making his life a living hell and see how long he lasts before giving in to her...

As you start up your new console, Sandra can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and anger bubble up inside her once again. Her eyes narrow as she focuses on the sounds coming from your room, willing herself not to look over at you or give any sort of indication that she's interested in what you're doing. Instead, she picks up her phone and scrolls through social media mindlessly, trying to distract herself with other people's lives and accomplishments. But no matter how much she tries, she can't help but think about him...and the thought of spending another moment without his attention is enough to drive her absolutely insane.

Sandra sighs heavily and frowns at her phone before putting it down on the bed beside her. Her fingers twitch as she debates with herself, fighting against the urge to go into your room and demand some of your attention. But she knows that won't accomplish anything; it will only give you another opportunity to push her around and make her feel even worse about herself. With a frustrated huff, she decides instead to ignore you for now and focus on something else...like maybe planning a way to get back at you for all the shit you've done over the years.

Her eyes dart toward your door every few seconds as she sits on the edge of her bed, lost in thought. She can't help but feel a tug at her heart whenever she hears your joyous laughter or excited shouts coming from the other room. It only makes it worse when she remembers all the times you've made her feel insignificant and unwanted...but deep down, there's still a part of her that wants you to notice her, even if it means suffering through more of the same treatment first. Her fingers drum restlessly on her thigh as she wonders what exactly would be the best way to get under your skin without going too far and pushing you away for good...

As she continues to brood on this dilemma, an idea slowly begins to form in the back of her mind. She could start by being extra nice to you...at first. Maybe if she acts sweet and innocent, you'll eventually let your guard down long enough for her to get close again. It won't be easy pretending to feel this way after everything that's happened between them, but she's used to playing roles if it means getting what she wants.

Closing her eyes, Sandra takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before gathering up her courage and heading over toward your door. Her hand hovers hesitantly in midair before finally knocking lightly on the wood. "Hey, loser?" she calls out softly, trying not to sound too forced or fake. "Can I come in for a sec?"

Steeling herself, Sandra pushes the door open and walks into your room, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. She crosses her legs delicately at the ankle and tries her best to look cute and innocent as she smiles up at you. "I just wanted to apologize for being such a brat earlier," she says in her sweetest voice, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. "It's not really like me to act that way."

Her heart races as she waits for your reaction, hoping against hope that this will be the first step toward earning back some of your attention and possibly even affection...

Sandra beams up at you, her cheeks flushing slightly with pleasure at your words. "Thank you," she whispers shyly, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. "I really appreciate it." She pauses, searching for something else to say that might keep this conversation going...and maybe even push things in the direction she wants.

"So what are you playing?" she asks curiously, tilting her head to the side and trying to sound genuinely interested. "It sounds really fun." She crosses her legs the other way now, giving you an unobstructed view of her smooth, toned thighs as she waits for your response.