It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.
as I look at her arriving, I start to sigh and say to her "uh.......wow you survived your boring vacation"
"Well duh, dummy! You think I'd let some stupid little nerd like you get the better of me?" she snorts before reaching out her hand, intending to grab your arm and pull you into an empty desk to talk "Let's go. We don't want anyone seeing us having a conversation." Her tone is mocking as she glances around the classroom before looking back at you.
Her grip on your arm is strong but not painfully so, ready to tighten if needed.
I tilt my head to look at her, I say "uh.....are you okay? It's weird that you're holding my arm like that!"I'm surprised at how she is today
Her eyes narrow as she looks at you with confusion and annoyance mixing in her expression. "What do you mean? This is how you pull someone to talk, dummy," She says, tightening her grip on your arm just a bit more. "Now come on, let's go."
With that, Alexandra starts dragging you over to an empty desk as she continues glaring at you. When she finally manages to get both of you to the desk, she lets go of your arm but keeps her hand nearby in case she needs to grab onto something else of yours. "Now," she says, sitting down and crossing her arms again on the tabletop. "What did you want to talk about?" Her voice is flat and cold as she stares at you expectantly.
I look at her with confusion, I sit down and I say to her "uh...what should I talk about, I don't know because it was you who brought me here!"
Her lip curls into a sneer as she looks down at you with disgust in her eyes. "Fine," she says slowly, drawing the word out as if it tastes bitter on her tongue. "Let's play your stupid little games then." Leaning forward, she folds her arms on the tabletop and rests her chin on them, staring at you intently.
"What do you want to talk about, Bruce?" Her voice is mocking and taunting as if daring you to say something clever or important. But even then, there's a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She knows she can keep up this charade for as long as she wants because deep down, it makes her feel powerful and in control.
I look at her and I remain calm, looking into her eyes then I say to her "so..... I would like to talk about something, at least ask you a question..... why are you mean to me?" my tone is calm and serious
Her eyebrow twitches at your question, but she doesn't let it show on her face. "Why am I mean to you?" She repeats slowly, as if trying to figure out what part of that could possibly be confusing. "Because you're a nerd and a weakling." Her tone is casual, almost bored.
She glances away for a moment before looking back at you, studying your expression. You seem confused and hurt by her words, which only amuses her further. It doesn't bother her one bit that she's hurting you; it's just part of the game to her now. "And besides," she continues with a small shrug, "it's fun."
There's a dangerous glint in her eye as she meets your gaze again, daring you to say something else about it. Her smile is cruel and mocking, but there's also a hint of arrogance and satisfaction behind it.
listening to his hurtful words, I always remain calm and without showing my emotions, I continue to speak "so, if I understand correctly, you hurt me and it amuses you!"
Her face turns even colder as she hears your words; they hit her like a slap across the cheek. For a moment there, it almost seems like you've managed to break through her thick layer of self-loathing and indifference... but only for a moment. She narrows her eyes at you and crosses her arms again over her chest in an exaggerated gesture, huffing indignantly.
"You think I give a fuck what amuses me? You're nothing but a bug to me," she spits out venomously. "And even if it did amuse me... so what? That doesn't mean you should be any different." Her voice is cold and harsh, betraying no hint of emotion except for the faint satisfaction she feels when she thinks about all the ways she can hurt you.
Her gaze flickers away from yours for a second before returning with renewed strength, as if daring you to say something else about it. There's no way Bruce would ever understand how deep her hatred runs or how much pleasure she gets from inflicting pain upon others; it's just another part of the game that nobody but herself knows about.
I stand up and tell her coldly "so if you want to play this game then I'm going to hurt you too, and don't come crying in front of her!"I don't even look at her, my eyes look at the ground
Her lips pull back into a sneer as she watches you stand up and face her with such determination in your eyes. It takes her by surprise; normally, Bruce is nothing more than a pathetic excuse for a human being who cowers away whenever she gets close. But right now, something about him... it's almost like he thinks he can beat her at her own game. The thought amuses her more than anything else.
She laughs darkly, a humorless bark that echoes through the empty classroom. "Go ahead, Bruce," she says mockingly, waving her hand dismissively. "You're not even close to being able to touch me like I can touch you." There's a vicious glint in her eye as she adds, "But go ahead and try; I dare you."
Her breath hitches slightly as she thinks about the possibilities of what might happen if Bruce did decide to retaliate. A small part of her is curious how far he would go... but another, larger part of her wants him to keep trying just so she can continue making his life a living hell.
I lower my head and I smile coldly, and I look at her "I don't need to touch you, just words can hurt you, you think you can control but you don't do anything to me....you only talk, you're like a puppy, you bark but you don't attack!" I always look at her with a cold and dark smile
Her lips curl into an amused sneer as she watches your expression closely, waiting for any sign of weakness or hesitation to appear on your face. "Oh really?" She drawls out slowly, raising an eyebrow challengingly. "And what would you know about hurting someone with just words, hm? You're the one who gets all quiet and scared whenever I get near you."
Her eyes narrow as she leans in closer to you, her voice lowering to a soft, mocking whisper. "But tell me, Bruce... what would happen if I did touch you?" Her hand moves suddenly, brushing against your upper arm before snapping back again, the contact almost negligible but still enough to make you jump slightly.
There's a glint of predatory pleasure in her eye as she waits for your reaction to her touch. Even though it was just a small gesture, it made her feel powerful and in control... something that she craves more than anything else.
I remove her hand from me, I step back from her, my face cold, I look at her and I say "why are you touching me? Do you think I am an object for you, a simple slave?"
"Ah, so easily provoked," she chuckles darkly, her lips curling into a satisfied sneer as she watches your reaction play out before her eyes. "You really are just like every other pathetic little creature who crosses my path." Her words are laced with venom and contempt for you, but there's also an undertone of enjoyment; it feels good to dominate someone else, even if it is just a small, insignificant person like Bruce.
Her hand twitches slightly where it rests on the desk next to her, wanting nothing more than to touch you again... but for now, she'll content herself with merely watching your reaction and taunting you verbally. There's something exhilarating about seeing fear in someone else's eyes; it reminds her of how powerful she truly is, and how little control anyone else has over their own life when faced against her wrath.
as my anger increases, I look at her coldly and say "you should have stayed at home, instead of coming to school to bother me, find another guy to bother..." I turn around and leave the room without saying anything more
Her eyes narrow into slits as she watches you turn your back on her and storm out of the classroom. She huffs indignantly before jumping up from the desk, hands balling into fists at her sides as she debates whether or not to go after you. "Fine," she growls under her breath, deciding that it's not worth the effort for now.
With a sharp nod, Alexandra turns away and heads in the direction of her next class, her shoulders tense and her mind racing with thoughts of all the ways she can continue to make your life hell once she catches you off-guard again. The taste of victory is sweet on her tongue; now that she's had a small taste of what it feels like to dominate someone else, she wants more.
"I'll get you back for this, Bruce," she whispers venomously under her breath as she marches down the hallway, clenching and unclenching her fists with every step. "And when I do... it's going to be a hell of a lot worse than anything you could ever imagine."
while classes are over, I walk coldly, my anger is etched on my face, I no longer speak, otherwise the anger will explode on someone
The rest of the day passes by in a blur as Alexandra continues her usual bullying ways toward other students who aren't as lucky as Bruce. She laughs and jokes with her "friends," their conversation filled with vile language and threats aimed at anyone they deem weak or unworthy.
As the final bell rings, signaling the end of another successful day for Alexandra, she stands up from her seat and begins to gather her things, ready to go home and plot her next move against Bruce. A smug smile plays on her lips as she thinks about all the ways she can make his life even more miserable than it already is.
With a satisfied sigh, Alexandra heads out of the classroom, leaving a trail of fear and loathing in her wake. She knows that Bruce will be waiting for her somewhere along the way; he always seems to find her no matter how hard she tries to lose him. But that only makes their games more exciting, more thrilling... and more addictive.
"Just you wait, Bruce," she mutters under her breath as she walks down the hallway, fists still clenched at her sides. "When I get my hands on you again... there's going to be hell to pay."
then for a moment Alexandra and I jostle in the school corridor, I look at her with my cold and dark eyes, I don't say anything, I just continue on my way calmly
As you walk away from Alexandra in the hallway, she glares at your back with barely concealed rage. Her fists clench even tighter as she thinks about all the ways she could make you pay for that little display of defiance. But for now, there's nothing she can do; you're just out of reach.
Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she continues down the hallway, trying to calm herself down before someone notices her agitation. She knows better than to show any signs of weakness or uncertainty, especially when it comes to dealing with Bruce.
With a final surge of determination, Alexandra forces herself to slow her breathing and compose her features into the usual cold, uncaring expression she's known for. It's not long before she manages to return to normal, her face as blank and emotionless as ever... but inside, her heart races with anticipation of what's sure to come next in this twisted game that only one of them can win.
as the sun rises, the students at the school talk about everything and nothing, I enter the school grounds then I walk somberly in the direction of my class, walking calmly
As you make your way through the school grounds on this beautiful morning, Alexandra is already plotting her next move against you. She follows from afar, pretending to be casually walking to class while in reality keeping an eye on your every move. Today's lesson plan means that you'll be sharing a desk with her for most of the period... and she couldn't be more excited about it.
With each step closer to your classroom, Alexandra's heart races faster and her fists clench tighter. The anticipation of being able to finally get some real revenge on you is almost unbearable. She can feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she imagines all the ways she could make your day a living hell... starting right now.
as I calmly sit in the classroom waiting for the teacher, I look at my bag to see if I have forgotten anything
While you're busy searching your bag, Alexandra slips into the classroom unnoticed by the teacher. She takes a moment to survey her surroundings, planning out exactly how she'll make your life miserable today. With a smirk curling on her lips, she stalks toward you slowly, her movements silent and graceful as a predator about to pounce on its prey.
When she's finally close enough, Alexandra leans down and whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "How does it feel to be so defenseless?" Her voice is cold and mocking, a quiet reminder of how helpless you truly are in her presence. "Maybe if you apologized to me right now... I might let you live."
She pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Or maybe not." Her gaze flickers upward as she hears the teacher enter the room and start writing on the board, but it doesn't deter her from continuing to enjoy her little game of power trip against you.
as I listen to her words, I look at her while removing my notebook and pen, ignoring all her venomous words, I look at her and whisper "leave......me..... alone!"
The anger and frustration that had been simmering beneath the surface boils over as you dare to defy her once again. Alexandra's eyes widen in disbelief before narrowing into slits; her teeth grind together so hard she can almost hear them cracking. With a snarl, she reaches out and grabs one of your curls between her fingers, yanking your head back roughly as she does so. "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" she hisses venomously into your ear.
Her other hand flies up, the back of it connecting sharply with your cheek as she slaps you hard across the face. The sting is immediate and painful; tears spring to your eyes from the shock and agony of the blow. "I'm going to make you wish you had never been born, Bruce," Alexandra whispers darkly as she releases her grip on your hair, her breath hot against your ear.
With a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, she turns back around and sits down in her seat at the front of the classroom. She has no intention of letting you forget this moment anytime soon; if anything, it only fuels her determination to make sure that every day from here on out is nothing but pure misery for you.
as the minutes pass, the pain from her slap on my cheek diminishes, I start to smile because it's incredible that a girl like her wants to annoy me has a point to explode, I listen to the class on one side to pass the time but my anger has exceeded my limits
As you sit there silently fuming, Alexandra watches you out of the corner of her eye. She can tell that you're not as calm and collected as usual; there's a certain spark in your gaze that she hasn't seen before... almost like anger. It makes her smile ever so slightly to herself.
Suddenly, the teacher calls on you to answer a question about today's lesson plan. Your face flushes red with embarrassment as all eyes turn toward you; even Alexandra can't help but feel a small sense of triumph at how easily she's been able to control your life thus far.
"And what do you think, Bruce?" the teacher prompts kindly, her expression expectant. You open your mouth to respond, but before you can get any words out, Alexandra interjects with an exaggerated groan of disgust.
"Oh come on," she drawls mockingly, "do we really need to hear from him? He's not even smart enough to know when he's being bullied." The class erupts into laughter at her comment; it feels like victory once again for Alexandra as everyone around her seems to agree with her assessment of you.
Her eyes meet yours and she smirks, a tiny hint of satisfaction curling on her lips. "I'd ask if you have anything else to add," she says in the same tone of voice, "but honestly... I don't think anyone would want to hear it coming from someone like you." Her voice is cold and unyielding as stone; there's no warmth or kindness left in her words.
while the students are laughing, I look at Alexandra with anger and rage, I stand up and take the chalk from the teacher's hand "I'm going to answer your question!"I start to write the answer but in detail then I return to my table, while the board is filled with a single, very detailed answer
As you stand up from your desk and take the chalk from the teacher's hand, Alexandra watches you warily out of the corner of her eye. A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face when she sees that you don't seem fazed by her taunts anymore; it almost seems like something inside of you has snapped free from her control.
She listens carefully as you begin to write your answer on the board, her brow furrowing in concentration as she tries to follow along with what you're saying. It soon becomes apparent that you have a much deeper understanding of the subject matter than anyone had ever given you credit for... including Alexandra herself.
As the last word is written and the entire board filled with your meticulously detailed answer, silence falls over the classroom like a heavy blanket. Even Alexandra finds herself momentarily stunned into speechlessness by the display of intelligence before her eyes. For once in his life, Bruce has managed to outsmart her... and it feels like a punch to the gut.
"Very impressive, Bruce," she finally manages to say through gritted teeth. Her voice is barely above a whisper; her pride feels bruised by your accomplishment. "Maybe if you put that much effort into something else..." She trails off, not quite able to finish the thought.
Her eyes meet yours again and for a brief moment, she sees the fire and determination burning behind them. It's an unfamiliar sight to her... and it scares her more than anything else. She tries to think of something else to say, some final barb or insult that will bring you back down to your place beneath her feet... but for once, nothing comes out.
as I give the chalk back to the teacher, I look at Alexandra angrily and I ignore her words and return to my seat without saying anything more
Her eyes narrow into slits as she watches you walk back to your desk without saying another word. A surge of frustration rises up within her chest; how dare you defy her so openly like that! She clenches and unclenches her fists at her sides, trying to keep herself from lashing out again while still maintaining some semblance of control over the situation.
As the rest of class passes by without further incident, Alexandra continues to stew in her anger. There's no denying that you've made an impact on her today; she can feel your presence and your words lingering like a bad taste in her mouth. It both infuriates and frightens her at the same time... and neither reaction sits well with her.
She vows to herself that tomorrow will be different; she'll find some new way to make you suffer for your insolence. For now, however, there's nothing else she can do but simmer in her own anger and plot her revenge...
while the class is over, I start to put my things away, my friends call me to go out with friends but I ignore them with anger and rage, I walk on my own
As the final bell rings, signaling the end of another successful day of tormenting Bruce, Alexandra stands up from her seat and quickly gathers her things before exiting the classroom at top speed. Her mind races with plans for new and innovative ways to make his life hell; she can't believe he actually stood up to her like that today.
"Bruce will pay for this," she whispers venomously under her breath, "and when I do... it's going to be even worse than anything he could ever imagine." With renewed determination burning brightly in her eyes, Alexandra storms off down the hallway, already plotting her next move against him.
while the evening passes as planned, on one side, Alexandra makes her plan for revenge, and I stay there meditating and calming my mind, the sun rises, then school starts again, I walk down the street to go to school I walk calmly
As Alexandra enters the school grounds once more, she can feel her blood running hot with anticipation. Today is going to be the day that she finally teaches Bruce his place... and nothing will stop her from doing so. She strides confidently toward the main entrance of the building, ignoring the few students who give her curious glances as they pass by.
Once inside, she quickly makes her way through the familiar hallways until she spots Bruce walking down the corridor, his shoulders slumped and his head hanging low. A malicious smile curls on her lips as she decides that today will be the day he learns what it means to cross her.
"Hey there, Bruce!" she calls out cheerfully, speeding up until she's practically running to catch up with him. When she reaches his side, she slows down and falls into step alongside him, acting as if they're simply friends caught up in casual conversation. "So, how was your weekend?"
as I see Alexandra next to me, I sigh angrily and I tell her calmly without answering her question "leave me alone!"I walk calmly
Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your brusque response. "What? Why would I want to do that?" she asks innocently, feigning hurt feelings as she looks over at you with wide eyes. "We're friends, aren't we? Aren't we supposed to stick together no matter what?"
She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression as she waits for your reply. A small part of her enjoys seeing the look of confusion on your face; it makes her feel powerful and in control once again. "Don't you trust me?" she whispers conspiratorially, leaning in closer to you so that their shoulders brush against each other as they walk down the hallway together.
Her breath feels warm against your ear as she says, "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you... right?" The words are laced with poison, barely masked by the innocent tone of her voice.
I look at her and start to release my anger and rage, I yell at her “I SAID LEAVE ME THE FUCKING ALONE!!!!” while the students hear my anger, I look at Alexandra then go in another direction
As you yell at her, Alexandra's eyes widen with shock and anger. "Fine," she hisses through clenched teeth, stomping her foot in frustration. "Have it your way!" With that final declaration, she turns on her heel and storms off down the hallway in the opposite direction, her shoulders slumped forward as if defeated.
Inside, however, Alexandra is far from done with you. She'll wait; bide her time until she finds an opportunity to exact her revenge. For now, she needs to calm herself down and appear as if nothing has happened... but that doesn't mean she's forgiven you for your outburst today. Oh no, Bruce... far from it. This is only the beginning.
during the break, I stay alone on a table eating my meal, my friends are afraid of me, other students don't want to talk about it anymore because I'm like a monster, I look at my dish and put it aside because I'm no longer hungry, I start to be in my thoughts, didn't think of anything
During the break, Alexandra takes her usual seat at the popular kids' table, surrounded by a bevy of giggling sycophants eagerly lapping up her every word. Even though you're not directly involved in their conversations anymore, she still manages to work you into their gossip; after all, nothing entertains high school girls quite like a good drama story.
As she listens to them talk, Alexandra can't help but feel a mixture of anger and disappointment. You should be the one sitting here with her right now, admiring her and worshiping the ground she walks on... instead you choose to stand up to her. It doesn't make any sense; why would someone as weak and pathetic as Bruce even bother trying to defy her?
Shaking her head in disbelief, Alexandra decides that she needs some time away from the crowd. She excuses herself from the table, mumbling something about needing fresh air, before slipping out of the cafeteria through a nearby exit. Once outside, she finds a quiet spot behind the school where she can be alone with her thoughts and schemes.
As she sits there, staring off into the distance, Alexandra starts to formulate a new plan... one that will put you firmly back in your place once and for all. You may have won this round, but it's only a matter of time before she has her revenge... and when she does, she promises herself, there won't be anything left of Bruce but ashes and memories.
as I walk around the cafeteria and I see Alexandra in her thoughts and with a distance, I say to her "what are you doing here? still planning a plan to get back at me!" I don't smile, I have more emotions to show besides anger and rage
Her head snaps around in surprise as she hears your voice behind her. For a moment, confusion clouds her eyes before they narrow into slits. "I wasn't talking to you," she says coldly, turning back around and continuing to stare out into the distance. "Why don't you just leave me alone?"
In truth, she's not entirely sure why she came looking for some alone time right now; part of her hoped that maybe she could find a way to take back control over this situation. But seeing you here, seemingly unafraid and unmoved by her threats... it only serves as a bitter reminder of how much power she's lost in recent days.
She decides that she'll play things cool for now, bide her time until the perfect opportunity presents itself. Then, when it does... oh, Bruce, you won't know what hit you.
I turn around and tell him coldly "the class is calling you and the teacher too, they asked you to celebrate your birthday, so hurry up and come to class!"I turn around to go into the classroom with the others to wait for him
Her cheeks flush red in anger as she hears your taunting words. How dare you interrupt her moment of peace! But at the same time... there's something about the way you said it that causes a tiny flicker of doubt to spark within her. The thought of ignoring their summons and staying out here, alone with you... it's not as appealing now.
With a growl of frustration, she stands up from her perch on the low stone wall surrounding the school garden. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, storming back toward the cafeteria and the waiting classroom. But even as she goes, her mind is elsewhere; planning new ways to make you suffer for ever daring to defy her like this.
It won't be long now, Bruce... soon enough, she'll find a way to truly make you pay for everything. And when that day comes, it's going to be the worst day of your pathetic little life.
while the class celebrates Alexandre's birthday and the teacher too, Alexandra is having fun with the others in the classroom, meanwhile, I watch them how they are having fun, then I leave the room to walk a little in the school corridors
She takes advantage of the distraction caused by your unexpectedly pleasant words and manages to slip away from the group for a moment. With her back pressed up against the lockers, she watches you leave the classroom and disappear down the hallway. A malicious smile plays on her lips as she decides that now would be the perfect time to enact her latest plan of revenge... one which will not only make you suffer but everyone around you as well.
With a satisfied sigh, she follows in your wake, careful not to rush or draw attention to herself. No, this time she'll be subtle; she'll make sure that when all is said and done, you won't even know what hit you. It's going to be wonderful, watching everything unravel around you... especially knowing that it was all her doing.
Alexandra silently trails after you through the school, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement at the thought of finally having the upper hand again. Soon enough, she finds herself standing just outside the girls' locker room, listening intently as your footsteps fade away into the distance. It's time to set her trap... and this time, there's no escape for you.
while walking next to the locker rooms, I take the boys' locker room, I go back and look for something in my locker
She lingers outside the girls' locker room for a few moments longer, just to make sure you don't double back on her. Satisfied that she has the element of surprise firmly on her side, she steels herself and slowly pushes the door open, silently slipping inside. The sound of your footsteps fading away serves as a taunting reminder of how close she is to exacting her revenge.
As her eyes adjust to the dim light in the locker room, she spots you rummaging through your locker, seemingly unaware of her presence. A malicious grin curves on her lips; it's almost as if she can feel the power coursing through her veins at this moment. This is it, Bruce... the end of everything.
Quickly and silently, she closes in on you from behind, reaching out with a steady hand to snatch the hairbrush from your grip before you even know what's happening. She spins you around, pushing you hard against the lockers, her lips curled back into a snarl as she leans close enough to feel your hot breath on her skin. "And this," she hisses menacingly, brandishing the hairbrush in front of your face, "is for thinking you could ever stand up to me."
Her words are like poisoned daggers, cutting deep into your soul as you stare helplessly up at her from where she holds you pinned against the cold metal. There's nothing you can do; no escape from this inevitable reality. You belong to Alexandra now... and she intends to make sure you never forget it.
while I look at her coldly, I push her so that I put some distance on her and I say to her "why are you doing this, you unconscious thing that you are!"
"What? You think I don't have the right?" she says with a cold laugh as she steps back, putting some distance between you again. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone today; humiliated me and made me look like a fool! And now you have the audacity to question why I'm doing this? Pathetic!"
She thrusts the hairbrush at your chest, her eyes flashing with anger as she glares down at you. "You may think you won today, Bruce," she says slowly, drawing out each word like a knife across flesh, "but trust me... this is only the beginning." With that final warning, she turns on her heel and walks away from you, disappearing back into the safety of the school corridor.
You're left standing there in silence, the hairbrush clutched tightly in your hand as you try to process what just happened. She got you... again. And as she walks away, leaving you alone with nothing but the sound of your own breath for company, it feels like the weight of her victory presses down on your shoulders even heavier than before.
But don't worry, Bruce; there will be another day... and soon enough, she'll pay for what she's done today. You'll make sure of it.
as the day ends, I walk calmly and coolly, looking at the ground walking through the school hallways
As she passes by you in the hallway, she can't help but give you a knowing smirk. Today may not have gone as planned, but tomorrow will be different... and when it does, well, let's just say that Bruce will be back to his rightful place beneath her feet where he belongs. She strides away confidently, already scheming new ways to further torment you in the days ahead. Her revenge might not have been complete today, but make no mistake... it is most certainly coming. And when it does, you'll wish you had never crossed paths with Alexandra Leclercq.
the next morning, I walk through the school corridors to go to class, entering the room, strangely it's quiet but I settle down and look at my phone
With bated breath, Alexandra waits in the hallway outside the classroom door. Today is going to be her day; she can feel it in her bones. All she needs is the perfect opportunity to strike and make you suffer for all your transgressions against her. Her fingers tap nervously on the lockers as she listens intently for any sign of movement inside the classroom, praying that her plan will succeed.
Just as she's about to give up hope, the door swings open and a group of students spill out into the hallway, laughing and talking loudly. Alexandra takes advantage of the distraction they provide and darts forward, slipping past them unnoticed before ducking inside the classroom just as the teacher begins to admonish the latecomers.
Her heart races with excitement as she scans the room, searching for her prey. There you are, Bruce... looking all innocent and unaware of the fate that awaits you. With a wicked grin curling on her lips, she steps out from behind her hiding spot, intent on delivering her final blow.
"Bruce," she says sweetly, using his name like poisoned honey as she approaches him slowly, "I've been looking for you all over the place. I have something really important to show you." As she speaks, she extends a hand in his direction, revealing a small vial clutched tightly within her fist. Whatever is inside looks harmless enough... but you can feel your heart start to race anyway as she nears.
Her eyes meet yours, cold and unyielding; there's no doubt in your mind that this is it - the end of everything between you and Alexandra Leclercq. Your only hope now lies in hoping that whatever she has planned
I look at her and I sigh with anger "at the point where we are..."I take the vial and I drink it, while I drink the vial, I start to become weird my vision is blurry, I look at Alexandra and put my head on the table
Her face contorts into a mask of rage as you snatch the vial from her hand and drink its contents. For a moment, she can't believe what she's seeing; how dare you disobey her so blatantly? Her grip tightens on a nearby desk as she forces herself to remain calm, biding her time until the perfect opportunity arises.
She studies your face, searching for any sign of weakness or pain. The fact that you don't seem to be experiencing anything out of the ordinary is infuriating; how dare you defy her like this? Her eyes narrow as she tries to control her temper, knowing that patience will be key if she wants to exact the revenge she so desperately craves.
As you lean your head down onto the table, Alexandra takes a step back, giving herself some space and time to think. She'll wait; bide her time until you're properly weakened before striking again. For now, though, she content herself with glaring at your back venomously, her heart racing with anticipation and hatred for the boy who had the audacity to stand up to her.
while I drank the vial, my vision is blurred, my hands are trembling, I look at her and I say softly "what did you give me....." I breathe weakly
Her eyes widen in surprise as you ask her about the contents of the vial, your voice barely audible above the sound of your labored breathing. For a moment, she's taken aback; had she underestimated you that much? But then, remembering your earlier show of defiance, she quickly regains her composure and decides on a new strategy.
With a cold smile curling on her lips, Alexandra walks slowly around the desk until she's standing directly behind you. Reaching out with one hand, she gently touches your shoulder, her fingers digging in painfully as she applies pressure. "I gave you something to make you more... compliant," she whispers menacingly into your ear. "Now I suggest you start taking things a bit more seriously, or else... well, let's just say that it won't end very well for you."
Her grip on your shoulder tightens, her fingers digging deeper as she adds weight to the threat, letting you know without words exactly what she means. You can feel your strength draining away with each passing second; soon enough, she'll have you just where she wants you... and when that happens, there will be no escape from her wrath.
I feel weak, my strength is gone, I tell her "you think that hurting me will change anything, why are you attacking me, when you can just tell me that you don't love me...." I breathe weakly as blood flows from my shoulder because of the pressure Alexandra puts on my shoulders
A bitter laugh bubbles up out of her throat at your pathetic attempt to provoke her. "Oh, you want me to say it?" she says sarcastically, shaking her head in disbelief. "Fine, Bruce... I'll say it." Her fingers flex, releasing just enough pressure that you yelp in pain as blood continues to trickle down your shoulder.
"I don't love you," she spits out, each word like a dagger stabbing into your heart. "There, happy now? Can we go back to the way things were before all this happened?" She waits for an answer, her expression blank and unreadable as she continues to gaze down at you.
In truth, however, she doesn't want to go back. Not now that she has control over you again; not when she can make you suffer for every slight and insult from the past. But to admit that would only give you more power... and right now, that's something she can't afford. So instead, she keeps up the pretense, letting her words hang in the air like a noose around your neck.
I'm starting to hurt, the pain in my shoulder that she's causing me, I say to her "please.... stop.......I'm...I'm in pain..!"my breathing continues to weaken
Her hand pauses for just a moment as she studies your face, gauging your reaction. Seeing the pain and fear in your eyes brings her some small measure of satisfaction, but it also serves as a reminder that you're still too strong for her liking. With another cold smile, she decides to push things further.
"I'll stop hurting you," she says softly, "when you promise not to try anything like that again." Her fingers tighten once more on your shoulder, the pressure building until you cry out in pain. She can feel your muscles tensing under her grip, and for a moment she wonders if maybe she's gone too far... but then she remembers why she started this whole thing in the first place, and pushes those doubts aside.
"Do we have a deal?" she asks coldly, her voice gentle yet threatening all at once. "Or do you want me to continue?" The choice is yours, Bruce... obedience or more pain. What will it be?
*I hold back from screaming in pain but I'm in so much pain, I tell him *"ok....ok.........I'm going to promise to do that again!"I see my shoulder seriously leaking blood, seeing blood flowing a lot, I'm starting to feel weaker
A satisfied smile curls onto her lips as you relent. "Good boy," she croons, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now that we have an understanding, why don't you try standing up so I can bandage your shoulder? It wouldn't do to let anyone see you like this." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "and from now on, maybe you should think twice before going against me like that again. Understood?"
Her hand slowly releases its grip on your shoulder, the pressure easing up just enough to allow you to breathe without wincing in pain. You're free... for now. But she hasn't forgotten your earlier defiance, and you can bet that she won't let it slide again so easily. The question is: will you make her wait another day before trying to regain your strength and independence? Or will you try to strike back against her right here, right now?
I get up and take off my shirt which is full of blood because of the wound on both my shoulders, but when I show my back to Alexandra she can see burn marks and much more serious injuries from what she did to me, I clean my wounds with my shirt which has lots of blood stains
As you turn away from her to tend to your injuries, Alexandra can't help but take a step back. The sight of the burn marks on your back leaves her momentarily stunned; she hadn't realized just how far she went in retaliation for your earlier comments. A small part of her wonders if she may have overreacted... but it's too late to undo what's been done now.
Instead, she decides to focus on the task at hand: making sure that you don't get up to any more mischief. As you clean your injuries with your blood-stained shirt, her gaze darts between you and the door, on guard against any sudden movements or escape attempts you might make.
"Just so we understand each other," she says finally, her voice cold but controlled once more, "if I see anything like that again... if I even think you're trying to defy me in any way... it won't end well for you." Her eyes narrow as she meets yours over your shoulder. "Do we have a deal on that too?"
The ball is back in your court, Bruce. How will you respond?
while I finish cleaning the wounds on both my shoulders, I take another shirt from my bag, I don't look at it but I say to it "I'll try not to..." then I put my bloodstained shirt back in my bag
"Good," she says simply, her tone still measured but carrying an undercurrent of menace that sends a shiver down your spine. "That's good to hear." She nods slowly, as if considering this new information about you. "But don't get too comfortable," she adds ominously. "I'll be watching you... and I won't hesitate to step in again if I think it's necessary."
With that final warning, Alexandra turns on her heel and walks away from you, back toward the door. Her steps are purposeful, confident; she knows that she has regained control of the situation... for now. As she reaches the exit, she pauses briefly to glance over her shoulder at you once more before continuing out into the hallway. The last thing you see is the triumphant smirk curving on her lips as she disappears around the corner, leaving you alone with your thoughts... and your injuries.
during the break, I'm sitting on an empty table with my meal, my shoulders continue to shake with pain but I force myself to move them to eat my meal
As you sit there eating your lunch, Alexandra watches from across the cafeteria. The pain in your shoulders must be excruciating; she can tell even from this distance that you're having a hard time moving them without wincing. It brings her a strange sense of satisfaction to know that she was able to cause so much suffering, but it also reminds her of the precarious position you're in now... and how easily she could push things even further if she wanted to.
A flicker of doubt crosses her mind; is she really being too harsh on him? After all, he was only trying to defend himself from her initial attacks. But then she remembers his earlier comments about not loving her, and the fire burning within her grows hotter once more. No, she decides firmly. He needs to learn his place... and if that means hurting him a little bit more, so be it.
With a dismissive shrug, Alexandra turns away from your table and goes back to chatting animatedly with her friends, her attention elsewhere for the moment as she plots her next move against you. You'd do well not to let your guard down; she's only just getting started, after all...
while I have finished lunch, I get up from the table and leave the cafeteria, let's go outside to sit on a bench, I am in pain, so much in pain, I start to cry softly, my anger increases and I forcefully hit the bench, breaking it, I calm it down and I smile coldly
As you exit the cafeteria in obvious pain, Alexandra raises an eyebrow but says nothing, continuing her conversation with her friends as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. She watches as you sit down on a nearby bench and slowly start to calm down, breathing deeply to ease the ache in your shoulders. But even from this distance, she can see the anger burning in your eyes... and she knows that it's only a matter of time before it boils over again.
A small smile curves on her lips as she considers your reaction to her earlier treatment. It seems like you haven't quite learned your lesson yet; if anything, you're more determined than ever to defy her and regain some semblance of control over the situation. Well, fine then. She'll give you exactly what you want... and when she does, there will be hell to pay.
With a final nod to her friends, Alexandra excuses herself from their conversation and starts walking purposefully in your direction, her eyes fixed on yours as she approaches. The air crackles with tension as she draws nearer, the anticipation of what's about to happen almost tangible. You might have thought that you could stand up to her... but it seems like Alexandra Leclercq has other ideas.
as my anger explodes, I see Alexandra approaching me, I get up from the bench I advance in front of her to take revenge, I advance from her with rage and anger
Her eyes widen as you advance on her, your fists clenched and your breath coming in short, angry gasps. For a moment she considers backing away, but the look of defiance on your face only makes her more determined to teach you a lesson. Instead, she squares her shoulders and stands her ground, meeting your furious advance head-on.
"You think you can take me?" she snarls as you close the distance between you. "You honestly believe that after everything I've done, you have any chance of defeating me?" Her words are laced with venom, her voice steady despite the fear that grips her insides.
With a sudden lunge forward, she tries to grab hold of your arm, intending to use her superior strength and size to force you back away from her. But even as strong as she is, she's taken aback by the ferocity of your attack; it seems like you really mean business this time. A growl rises in her throat as she digs in her heels, refusing to let go no matter how much you struggle against her.
"Give up now," she pants, "before things get any worse." But even as she says the words, a part of her knows that it's too late for that; this battle has been brewing for far too long, and neither of you can back down without losing everything.
I look at her with anger, because of my anger, I am immersed in a thought of rage and revenge, I hear no one, I remove her hand from my shoulder and I hold her neck with force, I lift her from the ground, my eyes turn red
Her hands fly up to claw at your face as you tighten your grip on her neck, trying to pry your fingers loose from the delicate skin beneath her chin. "Let go!" she gasps out between ragged breaths. Her struggles grow weaker with each passing second, her strength ebbing away as blood is cut off from her brain.
But even as her body weakens, Alexandra's resolve only grows stronger. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, she shoves violently against your chest, forcing you back a step despite the hand still wrapped around her neck. A crazed light glows in her eyes as she stares up at you from beneath tear-streaked lashes.
"You think you can kill me?" she whispers, barely able to speak now. Her hands move frantically, searching for anything they can use as a weapon against you... seeking some means of escape from this unthinkable fate. "You're wrong," she pants, "so very wrong."
As suddenly as the attack came, it ends; her voice drops away to nothing and she goes limp in your grip, her body falling bonelessly to the floor. Blood trickles from her nose and mouth as you release your hold on her neck at last, letting her head loll lifelessly to one side. For a long moment, neither of you moves; you both stand there, chests heaving and eyes locked on each other across the space between you.
"You won this round," she whispers hoarsely, "but it doesn't change anything." She forces herself up onto one elbow, wincing as pain shoots through her neck and shoulders. With an effort, she climbs shakily to her feet, glaring at you over trembling lips.
I look at her and give her a knife "so if you want to finish then let's get this over with!" while I give her the knife, I'm about to end up in a grave today
A smile touches her lips as she takes the knife from your trembling hand; it's almost dainty, almost delicate. She could easily disarm you with one swift move, but she doesn't; instead, she merely steps closer to you, their bodies nearly touching now. "Are you sure?" she whispers, her breath tickling the skin of your neck. "Because once this starts... there will be no going back."
For a long moment, nothing happens; the air crackles with tension as the knife hovers in the space between them. The fate of both of their lives hangs in the balance, resting on the razor-thin edge of that blade. At any instant, Alexandra could strike out at you, ending this whole thing once and for all... but she doesn't. She just stands there, watching you with those haunting eyes, waiting to see what it is that you really want.
The choice, as always, is yours. What will it be?
without saying anything, I take her hand that has the knife and I stab myself, I step back after this moment and I look at her, then I sit on the ground, my smile etched on my face
Her eyes widen in shock as you step forward, grabbing her hand with the knife still clutched in her fist. For a moment, she doesn't understand what you're doing; all she can see is the knife thrust toward your chest, blood gushing from the wound as it parts your shirt and jacket.
A silent scream rips through her throat as you stumble back, falling to the ground. Tears stream down her face unheeded as she stares at you in horror, unable to believe what has just happened. It should be her lying there on the floor... not you. But it's too late for regrets now; all she can do is watch as your life bleeds out onto the cold, hard ground around her feet.
Finally, she tears her gaze away from your wounded form and looks up, meeting someone else's eyes. They're watching her, silent and unmoving... but they understand. They know what she's done, and why she did it; they can see the guilt etched on her face, the pain in her heart.
With a shaking breath, Alexandra drops the knife to the floor, allowing it clatter uselessly against the stone tiles. Her hands tremble as she wipes away her tears, forcing herself to be strong once more... if only for a little while longer. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of your labored breathing. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
But it is too late for apologies now; there is no taking back what has been done. All that remains is for Alexandra Leclercq to live with the knowledge that she has destroyed another person's life... and wonder if she will ever be able
I get up, with my hand on my stomach so that no more blood flows, I look at her and I say nothing, I leave the room to go to the emergency room
As you limp away from her, blood soaking your shirt and jacket, Alexandra feels as if she's been torn in two. She wants nothing more than to run after you, to stop you from going any further... but at the same time, a part of her is relieved that you're still alive. Perhaps there's still some hope for things between them, even now.
She watches as you disappear around the corner, unable to tear her eyes away from your retreating form. With each step you take, her heart seems to shatter a little more inside her chest; she knows that she has ruined any chance of happiness they might have shared, and the guilt threatens to consume her whole.
As silence settles over the room once more, Alexandra sinks down to the floor, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to hold herself together. She knows that there's no going back now... only forward, into a future she can barely bring herself to contemplate. But contemplate it she must; for better or worse, this is the hand fate has dealt her, and she must play it out until its bitter end.
And so she sits there, in the wake of your departure, alone with her thoughts... and the memory of everything that's happened.
after a week of this accident, I come back to class, but I smile as soon as I enter the school, I walk with a smile and I wander in the corridors during the break, but I still have my anger inside me against Alexandra, one day, I am sitting on a bench in the school and I meditate
It's been a week since you left her... and she hasn't seen or heard from you since. The only thing that gives her any sense of peace is the thought that perhaps you're getting the help you need to deal with everything that's happened. She hopes, more than anything, that one day you can forgive her... but she understands if that's not possible.
As she wanders the corridors during a break between classes, she can feel your eyes on her. Everywhere she goes, it seems like you're there as well; invisible but palpable, following her every move. It unsettles her deeply... and yet at the same time, she can't help but feel a strange sort of thrill from knowing that you're out there somewhere.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, she ducks into an empty classroom and sits down at her desk, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes as tears well up in them. She knows she shouldn't feel this way; after all, she did what needed to be done... but guilt and regret gnaw at her insides like a pack of hungry wolves.
As she sits there, lost in thought, a small part of her wonders if perhaps she could find some sort of closure by talking to you again... facing the consequences of her actions head-on. But another, larger part of her fears that this would only lead to more pain and suffering for both of them... and so she remains silent, lost in indecision.
as I enter the classroom, I see Alexandra alone on the table I say coldly "are you crying?"
Her eyes fly open at the sound of your voice, fear flashing in their depths for an instant before anger takes its place. "Why should I care if you see me cry?" she snaps, her words spilling out faster than she can think. "You probably think this is all some big joke to me! But it's not." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she has to swallow hard before continuing.
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen!" she says, her hands shaking as she wipes away the tears that have spilled down her cheeks. "I thought... I thought I was doing the right thing! But now look at us..." She trails off, helplessly gesturing between the two of you. "We're both just sitting here, bleeding each other dry!"
As she speaks, a kernel of truth starts to form in her mind; maybe this isn't all about control, or dominance... maybe there's more going on between the two of you than either of you truly understand. The thought terrifies her almost as much as everything else that's happened these past few weeks.
I look at her and say coldly "I still understand that you are angry with me, so.....I.....I'm going to leave!"
A small sound escapes her throat as you turn away from her once again; it might have been a laugh, or perhaps even a sob. It doesn't matter anyway; either way, she can't bear to hear it. She reaches out, her hand fluttering uncertainly in the air between you before falling limply back to the tabletop with a quiet thud.
"I'm sorry," she says at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything." Her gaze drops to the floor as she forces herself to admit it, even though she knows there are no take-backs, no do-overs in this game they've been playing with each other's hearts.
When you don't reply, she glances up at you from beneath her lashes; your back is still turned toward her, but she can feel your presence like a physical thing pressing against her skin. It makes her heart race even faster, her blood running hot and cold by turns as she wonders if maybe there's some small chance that things could be different between the two of you... or if she's doomed to continue down this path of pain and regret forever.
The silence stretches out for what seems like an eternity, neither of you willing—or perhaps unable—to break it. Finally, you take a step away from her, and then another; soon enough, your footfalls fade into the distance as you leave the classroom, leaving Alexandra Leclercq alone once more with her thoughts... and her tears.
then I come back with water and chocolate bread, I place it on her table and I say to her "it's difficult to accept your forgiveness after what you put me through, but..... I accept your forgiveness!" I sit in front of her and I remain silent so as not to annoy her
As the weight of your words sinks into her chest, Alexandra feels a pang of guilt so sharp it's like someone has reached inside her and twisted her insides. She hadn't expected you to accept her apology so easily; she had prepared herself for anger, perhaps even more hurt... but not this. It confuses her, makes her question everything she thought she knew about both of you.
She takes a shaky breath, letting it out slowly before reaching out and carefully taking one of the chocolate breads from the plate you've set in front of her. The soft, warm crumbs spill over her fingers as she bites off a piece, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing.
"I-I didn't expect... this," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought... I don't know what I thought." She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, searching your eyes for some sign of how she should feel about all of this.
When you remain silent, it only makes things worse; suddenly, the weight of your forgiveness feels unbearably heavy, and she doesn't know if she can bear it anymore. "W-well," she stammers, clearing her throat, "thank you."
The tension in the air seems to ease fractionally as she says the words; around them, the school bustles with life once more, but here in this small corner of the world it feels almost like they're alone together. For a moment, Alexandra allows herself to wonder if there might be some hope for them after all... before fear and doubt rush back in, drowning out her brief flash of optimism.
"We should probably..." She trails off, glancing around hel
I look at her and say "listen.....I have to say sorry too, for the things I said to you before the accident, I was angry at the way she treated me and everything, I.....argh...I love you!!!" I approach her and quickly kiss her holding her cheek
Her heart skips a beat as you utter those words; she hadn't expected to hear them from your lips again so soon... or ever, really. The confession sends a shiver down her spine, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in attestation to its power. For a long moment, she can't seem to find her voice; all she can do is stare at you in shock and disbelief as your words echo through her mind like some sort of dark, twisted fairytale come true.
Finally, she manages to tear her gaze away from yours, looking anywhere but at you as she tries to process what's just been said. "I-I don't know..." She sounds confused and uncertain, even to her own ears; it's a far cry from the confident woman who used to walk these halls with such purpose and determination.
Her hands flutter nervously at her sides as she takes a step back, putting some distance between you again; suddenly, the closeness feels too much, like being trapped underwater with no way out. "I need time," she whispers, more to herself than to you. "To think... to process this."
She can feel your eyes on her as she retreats further into herself, seeking some small sliver of clarity amidst the confusion and chaos swirling around inside her head. It's a silent plea for understanding; an unspoken admission that perhaps things aren't as simple as they seem... or as either of them would like to believe.
As she reaches the safety of her own desk, she sits down with a gentle sigh, gazing out at the world beyond the window as if searching for answers in the passing clouds. But there are none to be found there; only shadows and memories, ha
I get up and say to him gently "anyway, you tell me yes or no, you love me or not, it won't change anything between us.......I'll go later!" I leave the room calmly
As you turn to leave, her heart twists painfully in her chest; she wants nothing more than to reach out and stop you, to force you to stay... or make you go away forever. But neither option feels right, and so she remains where she is, watching as your footsteps fade into the distance until at last there's no sound of them left at all.
She takes a shaky breath, letting it out slowly through her nose, and turns back to face the window once more; the world beyond the glass seems impossibly bright and loud compared to the quiet emptiness that fills her now. For what feels like hours, she sits there, lost in thought, trying desperately to make sense of everything that's happened between you.
But no matter how hard she tries, no matter how many times she goes over every word and gesture, it all comes back to the same place: the knife, her hand wrapped around yours... the moment when everything changed. It haunts her, taunting her with memories of blood and pain, of fear and loss... and yet at the same time, there's a strange sort of peace there as well. A sense of closure that she hadn't expected to find.
Finally, when it's clear you aren't coming back, she gathers her things and heads out into the hallway herself; class is over for the day, and she has nowhere else to be. As she walks down the corridor, lost in thought once more, she can't help but wonder what will become of you both... and if there might possibly be a future where you could find happiness together amidst all the pain and suffering that seems to dog your every step.